Maric has acquired another talent! Considering that he's only been REALLY good at one thing he has tried thus far, this is a happy thing. Well, not really, because the talent is thievery. But it keeps the guy alive! All should rejoice, except for him. He needs to feel bad. *gives Maric remorse* Poof! I never knew he would be a good thief. I guess his craftsman's hands are for more than just pottery.
Really, I'm just having issues with calculus right now, so I played around with Son of Sferesh for a while. For those calculus students that will read this:
What is the format for making your calculator do finite integrals for you? I can't remember, and it's making Section I, Part B of the practice tests a lot harder than it needs to be.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
On a Half Hour of Sleep
pretty much anything seems hilarious.
Last night the water polo team had a sleep-over. We all swore we'd go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but who were we kidding? Normally, I can sleep through other people, but I couldn't this time, even though the only other two people awake at the time were whispering. I have no idea what we talked about all night, but we just sat there and talked (waking up the rest of the team eventually, of course). But the talking came after we donned our war paint. Using the ceremonial permanent marker, we drew designs all down one leg and had an Indian-ish design drawn upon our opposite foot. At first I objected, but really, at 3:30 AM, you can get me to do pretty much anything with a little mildly coherent persuasion. Really, I only slept for a half hour this morning, and none at all last night.
The game was nothing short of a travesty. We won by a landslide, making it all the more ridiculous. The girls team opposing us actually forfeited, but then they combined their three girls with all but three of their guys and played the game (which made me happy; guys are stronger, and make defending the middle more interesting). And now for some of the idiotic antics that all of us indulged in because we were high on poisoned carrots (don't ask).
The bobcat was probably the worst. When a girl grabbed her ankles, she giggled and said, "Don't grab my ankles; that's gay." When she hooked a girl with her feet and, due to the other girl's lack of stature, sank the player, she merrily said, "Oopsies" and swam past. That was by the other team's bench, so she got some funny looks and "what a jerk" comments. When she put her hand on a guy's arm to keep track of him, she said, "Oooh, you're strong." Being completely serious, of course. She convinced another guy that she didn't want him to guard her because he was strong--right before sweeping in a shot under his armpit (heh heh). That same guy she tricked had an issue with people putting their hands on him to keep track of him (the move is perfectly normal; it's even legal, which says something). He kept flicking my hand away, which just made me want to put it back to bug him. I was giggling by the time there was a turnover (and those of you who know me well realize how hard it is to get me giggling). The pinnacle one for me, though, was when this one kid, #21, came into set. I was setting up on him and my hips were down for a second and he grabbed my leg under the knee. Normally, I would just pull my leg out, or nudge his hand off or something. However, in my half-daze, I used my mouth's position next to his ear-guard to full advantage. Not bothering to keep my voice low, I told him, "Grab my leg and I'll kill you." He immediately let go and said, "Sorry," in a pitiful sort of tone. He really didn't want me guarding him after that, and never returned to set. It was actually kind of lame. I mean, he was probably near twice my weight. Wait for me to back up my threat a little before you lay off, stupid!
It's probably not that funny, except to me. Anyway, now I have to go clean the house. Yippee-kai-yay and a bucket of rum!
Last night the water polo team had a sleep-over. We all swore we'd go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but who were we kidding? Normally, I can sleep through other people, but I couldn't this time, even though the only other two people awake at the time were whispering. I have no idea what we talked about all night, but we just sat there and talked (waking up the rest of the team eventually, of course). But the talking came after we donned our war paint. Using the ceremonial permanent marker, we drew designs all down one leg and had an Indian-ish design drawn upon our opposite foot. At first I objected, but really, at 3:30 AM, you can get me to do pretty much anything with a little mildly coherent persuasion. Really, I only slept for a half hour this morning, and none at all last night.
The game was nothing short of a travesty. We won by a landslide, making it all the more ridiculous. The girls team opposing us actually forfeited, but then they combined their three girls with all but three of their guys and played the game (which made me happy; guys are stronger, and make defending the middle more interesting). And now for some of the idiotic antics that all of us indulged in because we were high on poisoned carrots (don't ask).
The bobcat was probably the worst. When a girl grabbed her ankles, she giggled and said, "Don't grab my ankles; that's gay." When she hooked a girl with her feet and, due to the other girl's lack of stature, sank the player, she merrily said, "Oopsies" and swam past. That was by the other team's bench, so she got some funny looks and "what a jerk" comments. When she put her hand on a guy's arm to keep track of him, she said, "Oooh, you're strong." Being completely serious, of course. She convinced another guy that she didn't want him to guard her because he was strong--right before sweeping in a shot under his armpit (heh heh). That same guy she tricked had an issue with people putting their hands on him to keep track of him (the move is perfectly normal; it's even legal, which says something). He kept flicking my hand away, which just made me want to put it back to bug him. I was giggling by the time there was a turnover (and those of you who know me well realize how hard it is to get me giggling). The pinnacle one for me, though, was when this one kid, #21, came into set. I was setting up on him and my hips were down for a second and he grabbed my leg under the knee. Normally, I would just pull my leg out, or nudge his hand off or something. However, in my half-daze, I used my mouth's position next to his ear-guard to full advantage. Not bothering to keep my voice low, I told him, "Grab my leg and I'll kill you." He immediately let go and said, "Sorry," in a pitiful sort of tone. He really didn't want me guarding him after that, and never returned to set. It was actually kind of lame. I mean, he was probably near twice my weight. Wait for me to back up my threat a little before you lay off, stupid!
It's probably not that funny, except to me. Anyway, now I have to go clean the house. Yippee-kai-yay and a bucket of rum!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Ego Trip
To repair my pride after our pitiful final game during our tournament yesterday, I shall list three things that make me feel wonderful.
#1 - I finally broke 200 pages. I'm typing on 204 right now (well, not RIGHT now, but you know what I mean). Anloi is very tired, Maric hasn't shown up for over a chapter, and Sinx is going to very soon try to cheer Anloi up. Oh, and Ciria starts to give up on Sfereshan/Kumeyan prejudice. It's about time, woman!
#2 - One of the numbered guys (I can't remember his number; I should really give them animals, or at least the two that aren't graduating this year) was being random and weird and he texted the fishing cat "You're all beautiful in your own way." This was said to the carpool of six girls coming back from the tournament. He was asked to specify, and I really liked his reply. Now, I wouldn't be surprised if he was just making stuff up because he had to answer for every one of us in the car, but what he said about me still made me feel good. It was something to the effect of, "She's my favorite girl on the OHS swim team because she's so nice to me all the time. No one deserves her." Even if he was making stuff up, that was pretty sweet of him.
#3 - The mongoose, Puff of Writers' Block, gave me this compliment after reading the updates I had for her...a while ago. "I must congratulate you: I've been treating [Son of Sferesh] like a really good book. I was eager to get the new pages, finished them in a day, and am now reluctant to part with them. I don't think that's happened since... High Rhulainn came out." That's saying a lot, because she loves the Redwall books (High Rhulainn was the last one to come out).
Anyway, maybe I'll go try to write an article for the water polo team. Or do the laundry. I'll probably end up doing the latter. *sigh* Getting ready for vacations is what makes you need them, I swear.
#1 - I finally broke 200 pages. I'm typing on 204 right now (well, not RIGHT now, but you know what I mean). Anloi is very tired, Maric hasn't shown up for over a chapter, and Sinx is going to very soon try to cheer Anloi up. Oh, and Ciria starts to give up on Sfereshan/Kumeyan prejudice. It's about time, woman!
#2 - One of the numbered guys (I can't remember his number; I should really give them animals, or at least the two that aren't graduating this year) was being random and weird and he texted the fishing cat "You're all beautiful in your own way." This was said to the carpool of six girls coming back from the tournament. He was asked to specify, and I really liked his reply. Now, I wouldn't be surprised if he was just making stuff up because he had to answer for every one of us in the car, but what he said about me still made me feel good. It was something to the effect of, "She's my favorite girl on the OHS swim team because she's so nice to me all the time. No one deserves her." Even if he was making stuff up, that was pretty sweet of him.
#3 - The mongoose, Puff of Writers' Block, gave me this compliment after reading the updates I had for her...a while ago. "I must congratulate you: I've been treating [Son of Sferesh] like a really good book. I was eager to get the new pages, finished them in a day, and am now reluctant to part with them. I don't think that's happened since... High Rhulainn came out." That's saying a lot, because she loves the Redwall books (High Rhulainn was the last one to come out).
Anyway, maybe I'll go try to write an article for the water polo team. Or do the laundry. I'll probably end up doing the latter. *sigh* Getting ready for vacations is what makes you need them, I swear.
Monday, April 10, 2006
A Leap too Long
I am exactly one line's length away from breaking 200 pages. I have stopped one line short of a complete 199. Why am I torturing myself like this, you might ask? Well, only because I am seriously the COOLEST sister in existence. My ickle brudders wanted the computer. Knowing what I know about my brain and my story, I knew that if I wrote that line, I would get into a thing I call the Discussion, and it would take me three pages to grind to a halt. So, being the awesome sibling that I am (they'll never realize I'm the coolest sister they could ask for, because I'm the only one they have), I relinquished control of the computer and I have not begun the Line. Now I'm out of the time necessary to write three pages. I'd be up till one if I started now. I'm going to be very on edge tomorrow, just so you know.
One. Stinking. Line.
UGH!
One. Stinking. Line.
UGH!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Chlorine Withdrawal
Today, come 7:05 a.m., I had officially been out of the water for twenty four hours. I was going crazy! Yesterday I watched the soccer game, and that made me long for soccer and land sports again (kind of "Nostalgia in Yellow Socks" revisited). It was even worse because I had been deprived of my yellow ball sport for the day. To deepen the depression, I found out that we focused on the sort of stuff I LOVE at practice yesterday. There was a separate set/hole-d practice and then--then, we practiced screening and picks. That's like, the best part ever! They named the play while I was gone, too. The cross-screen (I'm not going to explain it) is now called "Rainbows and Ponies". Thus shall it be called in games, and thus it shall be carried out. I lugged my water polo ball around with me all morning to console myself. I couldn't join in the post-practice dry-land workout either, because of my knees. I'm just having issues right now. And Tman, water polo does not suck, and it shows how far your arguments against it have fallen that you've resorted to prejudiced comments with no support. Therefore, come the beginning of the season next year, you are hereby banned from disuading impressionable freshmen and/or sophmores unless you can give valid, non-exclusionary evidence (meaning if you argue that it makes it so you can't swim, you can mention Paul, but you must also mention Lelani; be fair). That's really the only reason I hate you dissing on it. Right now, I couldn't care less. At the beginning of the season is when I hate it. Don't be stupid next season, or I'll have to attack your personal credibility.
Wow. Now I just sound ornery. I blame it on lack of chlorine! I'm sorry!
Wow. Now I just sound ornery. I blame it on lack of chlorine! I'm sorry!
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