Monthly Archives: November, 2002

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Mykella, I second that. The Net really does make the world a whole lot smaller. Everyone, go check out Mykella’s blog! I love that graphic. That’s my weakness (or one of them, anyway): I can’t make nifty graphics. Not that I haven’t tried, mind you. My best attempt was the button for The Leaky Cauldron. And that one’s fuzzy anyway. I’ve been meaning to redo it.

I had a point in there somewhere… oh. Thanks muchly to Stephanie and Mykella for the kudos and linkage. You make the blogging worthwhile. =)

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I miss people. Really. I’ve never considered myself a social person, but I miss being around people. Stuck here at home, I have no one to talk to. There’s not even anyone online for me to IM. (I downloaded AIM yesterday, but I think running AIM and CompuServe IM at the same time screws them both up.) This means that I’m probably just going to waste time online for a while, then go practice for my piano recital, then attempt my physics homework. Really, Dr. J, could you teach anything less useful?

Thanksgiving was… the norm, I suppose. Thanksgiving dinner always seems to be more like Thanksgiving linner (a cross between lunch and dinner, sometime around 3 PM) to me. Who eats that early (or late, depending on how you look at it)? We went to my mom’s parents’ house first to eat. My dad insisted we wait until halftime to switch houses, but we overshot it and left during the third quarter. (Don’t assume I understand football just because I used the terminology just now. I don’t. Bowling is more interesting.) There were more people at… the other house. (I don’t have a good name for it. My grandma died last summer, and my grandfather remarried, but “Papa and Bridgette’s house” doesn’t have the same ring to it.) True to my nature, I sat downstairs and read a book. I’m too young for the adults upstairs, and too old for the kids downstairs, so I just find somewhere to sit and tune out the noise. We left late. I suspect my dad was drinking, because everything was insanely funny to him, but we made it home in one piece, so I’m good.

I just finished reading two books by Margaret Peterson Haddix, Leaving Fishers and Just Ella. Leaving Fishers is about a girl name Dorry who moves to a city from the small town she’s known all her life. In her search for new friends, she joins a religious group called the Fishers of Men. Dorry is drawn in by their promises of love and redemption, but soon realizes that she is in a cult, and desperately fights to get out. Just Ella is a take on the classic Cinderella story. Cinders-Ella has married the handsome Prince Charming, and is on her way to becoming a princess. But she soon realizes that true love isn’t always a fairy tale. Prince Charming is boring. Ella is bored. She longs to live her life the way she wants to, and to be able to treat the prince like her young tutor, Jed. She just wants to be Ella. Both of these books were exceptional, but my words don’t do them justice. Try this or this.

Off to read more AtE. Tschau.

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All this blogging makes it look like I have no life whatsoever. I swear, it’s not true. Well, okay, maybe a little… ::talks to self:: Who am I arguing with? ::realizes she is asking herself:: ::gives up all hope for retaining sanity::

In light of that revelation, I’ll just post a quiz graphic and leave it at that.

Which Harry Potter Book Are You? by Mina-Clare

You are the embodiment of the third book. Heralded by many as the best book, Harry really starts to cook in this one. We are introduced to the characters of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. You rock hard.

Can’t argue with an obviously intelligent statement like that… =)

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I’m reading CosmoGIRL! as I sit here, waiting for my computer to finish downloading. (It’s mind-numbingly slow.) There’s a section called Project 2024, which is all about trying to empower girls so that one of us will be President of the United States by the year 2024. This month, there’s an interview with Elaine Chao, the US Secretary of Labor. Atoosa (that’s the editor/interviewer) asked her what a girl can do to be a good leader in tought times. Elaine Chao answered, “The key is to be very focused, put it in perspective, and have the confidence in yourself that you will figure it out. When you have your first problem, you can either decide to freak out or get in control.”

I think that I can apply that advice to the situation with Mark. I’ll admit, when I first realized he liked me, I freaked out. I just did it quietly. (My fourth period is full of sophomores, and they already think I’m weird. No need to prove it.) Anyway, I think half the problem is that I didn’t put things in perspective. I wasn’t confident. (Okay, I’m still not confident.) I have to take control of this situation before it goes horribly awry. And believe me, I don’t want things to go awry.

Who says magazines are full of nonsense? I am actually learning stuff. :P

The Maryland Invitational was yesterday. It’s a trivia tournament, vaguely like It’s Academic, that was held at the University of Maryland up in College Park. I was pleasantly surprised to be on the A team. Both of the Oxon Hill teams were up against some really good competitors. We wound up playing two teams of eighth-graders from St. Anselm’s. Much to our dismay, we lost to the first team. We beat the pants off the second team, though. Mr. T. was all frowny because we overreacted to that win, but I think he was relieved at the same time. We know what we’re doing. Most of the time. (“We” meaning myself, Mark, Andrew, and Ian. Greg was on the B team.) My best round was the one right after lunch. They asked a Spongebob question! It was something like, “This meowing snail is the pet of Spongebob Squarepants.” That was the part where all the answers start with the same letter, G, so I knew right away that it was Gary. See, you can learn stuff from cartoons. And MTV. (There were Madonna and Santana questions, too.) The A team went 3-2, which is not bad, but our best. We placed sixteenth of 32 teams. It wasn’t a total loss, though. I had fun, and so did my dad, who I dragged along. (Well, maybe he didn’t exactly enjoy himself, but he wasn’t bored. It was like when we went to see *NSync in April. Awesome for me, “not bad” for him.) =)

One last thing: Greg, quit blogging in my guestbook! You have your own blog — use it. I’ll link you. To the rest of you: be warned. Bored!Greg is weird beyond all reason. TTFN.

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Well. ::struggles to come up with another sentence:: Note to self: Must have guts to do things like that more often. (Thanks, Andra.) I feel much better now. Especially once I gave Mark this address, so I could say what I was trying to with much less chance of sounding like an idiot. (Keep your comments to yourself, Greg.) I love it when I have epiphanies like that, like the one where I thought, “I should start a blog.” “Convenient” doesn’t begin to describe the great things about blogging in general.

Where was I? Oh, right. Mark, since you signed the guestbook, I’ll write here. The only reason I couldn’t give you “a definitive answer” was that I was caught off guard (and then the whole butterflies thing), I’m underage, and the parental units probably won’t let me. That’s why I said “I don’t think I can,” and not “I don’t want to.” As the caterpillar said in Alice in Wonderland, “Say what you mean, and mean what you say.” I love that book. Oh, and I know we’ll win. Come on now, you of all people should know we’re good. We rock. Go us. [/mini pep talk]

Now that that’s out of the way, moving on. My Uncle John, Harding, and my cousin Sydney are in town, so I went over to my grandfather’s house last night to see them. I usually try to avoid non-holiday family gatherings because they’re not much fun. I’m the oldest grandchild on one side, second-oldest on the other, so I have no one to talk to. Last night was no exception. Sydney is two now, and absolutely adorable. She doesn’t talk much, though. Reminds me of myself when I was little (from what my family has told me, anyway). Everyone else is pretty much the same. They were all surprised to see me, though, and I wowed them with my awesome “Jeopardy!” skills. Then I went downstairs to read and referee the rugrats. I swear, I’m either the only normal one or the really weird one. (The latter is more plausible, come to think of it.)

I actually left the house today. Nothing like a week off to convince you to go do something. Piano was fine. I have more time to practice now that it’s not end-of-quarter. The recital is in a few weeks, and I still need to work on my songs some more. Went to the library, got books, was still puzzled over why Megan and Stephanie cannot seem to find the books I do. (I know that part of the library isn’t invisible. Shall I draw you a map?) I’m stuck with rugrat duty tonight, so I’ll probably just stay online for ages, just like always. Sigh. I really am MyLifeIsBoringButI’llTellYouAboutItAnyway!Linz. =)

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Why are men so difficult?

Those of you who have been reading my blog regularly will notice that there’s always something missing. Boys. (Well, except Greg, but he’s just… Greg.) It’s not that I don’t want to share my love life with all of you, it’s just that… I don’t really have one. Boys never seem to like me like that. I try not to let it get to me, but how can I avoid it? There’s this place in my heart that’s been empty for so long… and I think I’m finally going to be able to fill it. This is one of the most irrational things I’ve ever done (considering someone’s probably monitoring the LAN), but:

Mark, if you’re reading this, please know that I like you. I like you a lot.

The strange thing is, my hypothetical daydream-sort-of boys have always had the name Mark, because I can’t use names of people I know. How appropriate that I should actually meet a Mark, and fall so hard for him. Mark makes my stomach do flip-flops when I think about him. When I’m around him, I want to tell him so many things, but I can’t. It’s too hard. I can’t talk to people, can’t tell them things to their face. But I want to. So much. He sensed that something was bothering me yesterday. I tried to tell him all these things, how he makes me feel, but I can’t put into words. I’m distraught over the thought of not being with him. But how can I be with someone I can’t even talk to? I can’t be like this for much longer, in this “will we – won’t we” limbo. I need closure.

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I only have a minute to write this, as I’m trying to IM Stephanie and Greg, and write, and still see the beginning of “Angel.”

Steph and Megan came over last night to watch “A Walk to Remember”, which I totally *heart*. Mandy Moore rocks. Steph had never seen it, so I was prepared with tissues. She needed them. It’s just such an awesome movie. Very much a chick-flick, but still good. I showed them around my house, which apparently “rocks”. I don’t know, it’s just… a house… to me. Sure, it’s big, and usually clean, but that’s all due to ObesessivelyNeat!Lindsay’sMom. I should have people over more often. It’s fun. We talked about all sorts of random stuff, and ate pizza, and just hung out. Life is sweet sometimes. =)

Went to see CoS today. My family was going to go without me, and I caved. And we went to IHOP afterwards, so it wasn’t all bad. The movie was great. It was better than SS, in content as well as cinematic whatnot. TLC has a nitpicks page that pretty much says everything I can say. I won’t go into detail, so I won’t spoil it, but I will say this: Stay through the credits. It takes around five minutes, but there’s a scene with Professor Lockhart at the end. It’s funny enough to be worth the wait. =) Gotta run. Ciao.

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