Monday, April 30, 2001
Why isn't Cute FTP working? I want to show you all my groovy Invader Zim drawing! ::pouts::
Priscilla said at 1:18 PM I think my immune system is trying to spite me. Three days before the production, I get sick. Ugh, I feel like hell. To make matters worse, I was up coughing all night, so at 4:30 in the morning, my dad gives me a drowsy Sudafed so that I could sleep. Evidently, he didn't realize that they lasted 6 hours. I just want to sleep... but no, here I am at school, under the influence of sleep-inducing drugs, attempting to stay awake during my classes. Ugh, when will this all end?
Priscilla said at 8:49 AM
Sunday, April 29, 2001
I got to go to a production of "The Merchant of Venice" this afternoon. It was fantastic! They set it in Italy under Mussolini, which hadn't occurred to me before. I got to go with my fantastically nifty English teacher, Ms. Radtke. I had fun.
Priscilla said at 8:27 PM Ahh.... listening to Mulan and working on a Hiroshima report... Life is good.
((first person to say that Hiroshima is Japan and Mulan is China gets whackslapped)) Priscilla said at 7:20 PM Great. I got the images from Brian, but the Photoshop job looks incredibly rushed. None of the text is even legible! You can see the image splice lines! Fwah, I'll fix it tonight. I have to write my *real* Hiroshima paper now...
Oh well. I'm happy, because I finally recognized where a musical score that's been stuck in my head for 2 months came from! Mulan! How cool am I? Priscilla said at 11:06 AM I have three papers due next week, and I probably won't have time to do them. Fun fun. One of them is on Hiroshima, so I was plotting out the format of my paper this morning. Then, I just decided to randomly blather on until the creative juices started flowing. Here is my paper on Hiroshima:
By Priscilla Spencer Put well-developed, intelligent comments here. Don’t put undeveloped, worthless notions here. Answer the question, you bloody git. Wow! I already have 27 words! That’s just under 1/20th of my paper! Ye-Gods. Of course, by this point, I have 42 words, 7.6% of my paper, and 10 minutes completely wasted, talking about how I have written 60 words (or 10.9% of the paper) and now have only 479 to go… I wonder just how much total junk I would have to write in order to reach 550 words. It doesn’t seem like it should be that large, but when I compared it to my “Man For All Seasons” paper, it was about 2 ½ pages. However, seeing as I’ve already written 125 words right here, it doesn’t seem like that much. Heck, now I’ve written 25% of the bloody thing! 788 characters aren’t that difficult an accomplishment. I remember, way back when I was just a little tyke, we had to write a short story to submit to Cricket magazine. I wrote a Redwall-style story about a bunch of insects that had this huge battle because a wasp named Archen, whose name was filched from one of Lloyd Alexander’s “Chronicles of Pydrain” books, stole a precious jewel from a ladybug whose name I can’t remember. She had one of those weird accents that no one understands unless they read the story aloud. She wasn’t going to have a weird accent originally, but because we were allowed only 350 words, I had to cut out an enormous chunk of dialogue. I called it The War of the Smaller Worlds, and I remember thinking myself so clever for that title. Now I think it’s stupid. I was so proud of myself for that story, but now I just see it as a festering heap of plagiarism. I think I had a real problem with plagiarism when I was younger. In third grade, we were writing short stories, and I stole the basic plot to “Mystery Mansion”, a seriously messed up movie I used to always rent whenever we went to Gunstream. The only writing I’ve ever succeeded in was Fan Fiction, which is in all essence, glorified plagiarism. Half the lines in my “Prequels” story were modified from “Star Wars” novels! Of course, it’s not any worse than Cassie’s “Draco Dormiens/Sinister/Veritas” series, where lines are taken from everywhere. Urgh, now my dad wants me to take a class in creative writing, telling me how good a writer I am. Ha! Has he ever read any of my writing? I don’t think he has, actually. Wow. 437 words. I may have some promise after all! Priscilla said at 10:44 AM I just had the most terrifying dream in the world! It was the night of the first performance for H2$, and I couldn't remember a single one of my lines! ::shudders:: I recited all my lines from start to finish this morning as to avoid something like this.
Priscilla said at 8:10 AM Let's have a poll, shall we? Do you, my faithful readers, have trouble keeping up with all the people/places/inanimate objects/etc. in my life? Should I make a "Priscilla's Life Glossary" to go along with this weblog? I think it would make life a great deal simpler. What do you think? Comment, you insane lemmings.
Priscilla said at 1:19 AM I've been doodling a lot of "Invader Zim" stuff recently. It's really not that difficult. I drew this groovy picture with Zim cackling and plotting in front of this huge Earth; with GIR holding it up, Atlas-style; Dib peeking out from behind it; and the Almighty Tallest looking on in amusement. I also have one of those nifty invader flags sticking out of Canada. I want to CG it, once the play is over. Now my friend Chungy wants me to make her a GIR bookmark. I feel special! ::does a little dance::
Priscilla said at 1:18 AM
Saturday, April 28, 2001
Why didn't blogger publish my last entry? Yarg. It was really long, too.
Priscilla said at 8:42 PM ::snarls:: You know what really irritates me? People that treat me like a doormat. I'm already in a pinch because I have to get some images for H2$ in slide format, but everything is worse because no one is doing their part! I asked Joe if he could send me the graphs, and he did, but my computer refuses to open .dat files for some strange reason, even though I have Graphical Analysis, which should open them. I asked Joe to send them to me in a different format, but he just sent a different .dat file! Yarg. Then I called Brian for the Photoshopped images of Colin/Mr. Biggley, but he wasn't home. I left a message with his mother, asking if he could call me back at around 3. He didn't. Eventually, he called me back, and I explained what I needed him to do, and he said that he would email me the graphics when he got home. I thought this meant less than two hours. How wrong I was! At about 7, I called his house, and his mom picked up. I asked her when Brian would be getting back home, and she said 11. Eleven!?! Fwah! Doesn't he realize that I have to tinker with them, print them out, and prepare them for photographing before school? And I was planning on going to sleep at 10:30? Of course, I was more furious when I realized that today was not Sunday, and I'd have tomorrow to finish, but I'm still a bit miffed about it. Frowl. I just hope that I have enough time to photograph the images during Break. If I do so, I can pass the film on to my mom and she can take it to get developed. It takes 3 hours to develop slides, so I'd want to get it done before noon. Then my mom will pass the slides on to me so that I can have them for Monday rehearsal. I have to have them either Monday or Tuesday, because we have to practise with them. The show opens Wednesday. Ye-gods. ::runs around panicking::
Priscilla said at 8:26 PM Oy, yesterday, we had the first dress rehearsal for H2$. When we were all changing out of our costumes at the end of the rehearsal, Bern (the funniest person in the history of humanity; he plays Bud Frump) was filking the lyrics to "Rosemary" to be "I'm tired". It was absolutely hilarious.
This morning, I went in to the set crew meeting to help out with painting and such. 'Twas groovy. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I have about 15 papers to write for next week, so I have to do them all this weekend. Yarg. Priscilla said at 4:54 PM
Thursday, April 26, 2001
You know what sounds really, really good right now? An enormous, hot-from-the-oven, deep-dish pizza, coated with cheese and crisp canadian bacon and sweet, juicy kalamata olives. With a squishy crust, covered with seasonings. Yup, that's what sounds really good. Excuse me, I'm off to rob Dominos.
Priscilla said at 12:25 PM
Wednesday, April 25, 2001
I've had "Cinderella Darling" and "Brotherhood of Man" stuck in my head EVERY WAKING MOMENT the past three days. God help me. ::claws at brain::
Priscilla said at 2:21 PM Hey! I can spell "abysmally"!
Priscilla said at 2:17 PM Ugh. I never knew how tragic WOFS withdrawal really was until yesterday. Ezboard was down all day, so I didn't get to have any meaningless conversations with the folks on Kell's boards! AAAUGH! ::weeps:: I'm so glad it's finally back. However, didn't they promise faster servers with the new host? It's slower than ever! ::frowls at Ezboard people::
Priscilla said at 2:12 PM
Tuesday, April 24, 2001
It's twelve o'clock AM. Do you know where your children are?
Priscilla said at 12:56 PM Ezboard can just bite me. How dare they take down WOFS for 9 hours? How will I survive? AAAAAAAUUGHHH! Meanwhile, today is the first day we're rehearsing the entire play. I think I'm going to die. I hope Haley lets me be Smitty. I haven't gotten to do "Cinderella Darling" in ages. Of course, Haley *does* need more practice, in my opinion, but she should practice the songs on her own time. Yarg. If she hasn't memorized the song by next week... ugh. "Cinderella Darling" is the most difficult song in the musical, but that's no excuse. ::frowls::
I just failed abysmally on a math test. Well, not quite abysmally, but I still failed it. ::scowl:: And I had such a fabulous day yesterday... Priscilla said at 12:34 PM Hey, chapter 15 of ASA is out! Froody...
Priscilla said at 7:28 AM
Monday, April 23, 2001
Can I say wow? George Vlosich III rocks the Spockmonkey.
Priscilla said at 11:39 PM
Sunday, April 22, 2001
You know what really irritates me? When people attempt to sing harmony with a song on the radio/CD/etc, and they don't know how the harmony goes, then end up just singing the whole song a minor third higher than it's supposed to go. I HATE that! There's this little voice singing off-key, destroying your experience of the song with their own weirdness. Fwah! ::frowls::
Priscilla said at 9:47 PM Tanja wrote a song about my weblog! Tanja wrote a song about my weblog! ::gets all flustered:: Real lyrics here. Now go read her weblog, and comment about what a hoopy frood she is.
Oh, once upon a looking-for-Weblog-time There was a sixteen year old Ellie Oh Ellie, oh oh, Ellie, oh oh oh Writing in her weblog. I just got back from reading The Cult of L at Theninemuses dot net Oh Ellie, oh oh, Ellie, oh oh oh Whose real name is Priscilla. Have you read The ramblings of a sixteen year old hoopy frood? read a story All the busty readers are her loyal groupies, oh oh oh Oh oh! Oh, once upon a looking-for-Weblog-time There was a sixteen year old Ellie Oh Ellie, oh oh, Ellie, oh oh oh Writing in her weblog. I've been to Moknkeysticks and saw a webcammed Kell At Enfaldig Apekatt Tanja has stuff to tell! Lincoln's reincarnated and so are we all And in this lifetime Ellie'll rise And we will fall For her we'll fall... Oh, once upon a looking-for-Weblog-time There was a sixteen year old Ellie Oh Ellie, oh oh, Ellie, oh oh oh Writing in her weblog. And she will show you that having no life can be fun And demonstrate all her 17 Tommyguns And we're gonna love her, comments her posts, till the sky turns brown; I'm evolving, I'm evolving Through the posts That she writes down, that she writes doooown! Oh, once upon a looking-for-Weblog-time There was a sixteen year old Ellie Oh Ellie, oh oh, Ellie, oh oh oh Whose real name is Priscilla. Priscillaaaaaah! Priscilla said at 8:59 AM You'll never guess what I did yesterday! Unless, of course, you say that I handled 10 foot long boa constrictors, hairy tarantulas, enormous iguanas, and a 50 pound python, because in that case you'd be right. I was volunteering at The Science Place for Earth Day, and there was this huge snake exhibit. Next to it was an exhibit with tarantulas and hissing cockroaches. I got the job of walking around, practically wearing a 25 pound boa that could have easily killed me if if wanted to. I also got the fun job of holding the head away for those that were squeamish. For three hours. I also helped people carry around the albino Burmese python, which was easily 50 pounds and required three people to carry it because it was so heavy. It must have had a diameter of 6 inches. I also spent a lot of time holding the tarantulas in the next exhibit. Fun fun. To make matters even MORE fun, I got to put a python named Cleopatra back on the tree every time she made a bid for freedom. Plus, she was shedding, which makes snakes edgy and antisocial. Oh, joy...
Why is ezboard down again? I want to check Kell's message board, "Watch Out For Snakes". Oh, the irony... Priscilla said at 7:30 AM
Saturday, April 21, 2001
Want to know what's obnoxious? I was looking through one of my sister's fashion magazines for CG references, and in a 3/4" thick VOGUE magazine, there were only 15 pictures with minorities. Policial incorrectness drives me nuts. Jerks.
Priscilla said at 11:36 PM Am I the only person in the world that didn't know April 20th was National Marijuana day? ::frowls:: What a stupid holiday...
Priscilla said at 8:07 PM Yay! My friend Elizabeth posted two new fanfics to ff.n! And they're absolutely hilarious. The Romantic Exploits of Dennis Creevy and Harry Potter and the Invasion of the Capitalist Pigs. ::giggles::
Priscilla said at 8:00 PM
Friday, April 20, 2001
I seriously love my life. Instead of taking a huge Biology test and turning in a 4-page French paper, I get to go to Six Flags. With the Physics people. And I'm not even in Physics! BWAHAAHAH!!!! ::cackles::
Priscilla said at 7:49 AM
Thursday, April 19, 2001
I feel incredibly spiteful at the moment. I just lost a bet regarding an incredibly pointless, trivial detail in "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". Fwah! ::pouts::
Priscilla said at 2:37 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2001
hmmm... why didn't that last post come up? Let's see if it does now...
Priscilla said at 8:13 AM Woah, loads of new screen captures are online! Thank you, Premiere Magazine, for being so nifty. So, have you guys seen this yet? Why the bloody fruitbats is Malfoy grinning? He looks like a complete and utter twit. Bidding begins now on who that kid behind Malfoy could be.
And this scares the heck out of me. And this makes me think of that Gillian Anderson movie, House of Mirth. Lots more where that came from here. Priscilla said at 8:12 AM
Tuesday, April 17, 2001
Woah! Tanja got a blog! And she named it Enfaldig Apekatt, my Swedish insult for her! It's an online translator's rendition of "silly monkey". And I feel oh-so-special, because I'm one of two blogs mentioned in her "Blogs I like" list. I'm mentioned first, but that could just be alphabetical order intervening... Erm, another chapter of "Draco Sinister" came out tonight. By Cassandra Claire. It's absolutely beyond fantastic; the best fanfic I've read in ages. Better than the previous chapters, I think. ::worships Cassie:: Yeah, I think that's all I have to blather about for the moment. I'll just go away now, shall I?
Priscilla said at 9:52 PM Note to self! My current projects:
Priscilla said at 1:18 PM ALL HAIL THE QUEEN OF SWUSSIA!
Priscilla said at 2:09 AM
Monday, April 16, 2001
It wasn't just Paul! Here's PROOF that all the Beatles except Paul really died! ::giggles insanely:: But for those Paul Purists, here is the original conspiracy.
Priscilla said at 1:00 PM
Sunday, April 15, 2001
::pouts and taps her foot impatiently:: Tanja, you evil turkey demon, you were supposed to get back today. WHY THE BLOODS FRUITBATS HAVE YOU NOT BEEN BY THE BOARDS?!? You're seven hours ahead of me, anyway. You should have posted ages ago. But did you? Noooooo, Tanja's too cool for all her friends at Watch Out for Snakes, isn't she? ::walks off scowling::
Priscilla said at 11:28 PM Oh yeah. Happy Easter-slash-Passover-slash-April 15th! May you have a great day, regardless of your religious affiliation!
Today's thought of the day: Priscilla said at 2:34 PM ::squeals:: Tanja comes back from St. Petersburg today! ::skips around happily::
Priscilla said at 2:04 PM I don't have enough patience right now to figure out who sent me a CrushLink. 'Fess up.
Priscilla said at 1:58 PM
Saturday, April 14, 2001
::gasp:: I love Geocities! Have I said how much I love Geocities today? Because I really love Geocities. Geocities is my best friend. I think I'll name my first child Geocities. Geocities is my hero. I sacrifice small animals to Geocities. Why do I love Geocities so much? Because I just realized that I saved a lot of my fanart stuff on Geocities! I just didn't do them all, so I didn't put it up on the mirror! ::squeals loudly; shatters glass::
Priscilla said at 5:49 PM ::pouts:: Why is Ezboard being evil? I want to read Kell's boards! Ooh! did anyone hear about the little boy and the chicken wing? He took a chicken wing from his lunch, aimed it at the teacher and said "bang!". He's in preschool. He got expelled from the school because the teacher felt "threatened". So now, if you make a pretend gun with your hand and say "bang" to someone, you can get suspended. And if you wink while doing it, you can get expelled. America is full of morons.
Priscilla said at 5:16 PM
Friday, April 13, 2001
Why am I such a lazy moron? Why didn't I back up EVERYTHING when I made that evil Geocities mirror site? I lost those groovy Japanese links, too! ::throws a fit::
Priscilla said at 2:25 PM NOOOO! Because of stas.net's untimely death, I lost all the comments I wrote about my fanart. This means that I have no idea what dates I finished them! AAARGH!
Priscilla said at 2:17 PM Blogger is being evil, so I'll post my original message again:
I'm absolutely furious! Furious, furious, furious! Fanfiction.net just deleted my "Mary Sue Litmus Test" because it was a nonfic. Don't they realize that THE VERSION ON FF.N WAS THE ONLY COPY I HAD OF THAT STORY IN THE WORLD?!?! Aaaaargh! God, my hate for Stas.net has been renewed. They'd better shape up and get their act together or there will be hell to pay. When stas.net went under, I lost most of my fanfiction, all the comments I wrote about my fanart, my newest additions to etymology index (I didn't have time to back it up again), and my topic lists for books 1-4. ::rips out hair:: And that link below should be http://www.theninemuses.net/hp/ Priscilla said at 1:14 PM ::squeezes Christina so tightly she bursts:: I LOVE YOU! In case you don't read the BlogVoices comments, Christina led me to Writers University, which had a copy of my Mary Sue Litmus Test. Thank you! ::prances off::
In other news, I'm restoring WIAN on tnm.n! Check out what I have so far at 0 comments "> I'm absolutely furious! Furious, furious, furious! Fanfiction.net just deleted my "Mary Sue Litmus Test" because it was a nonfic. Don't they realize that THE VERSION ON FF.N WAS THE ONLY COPY I HAD OF THAT STORY IN THE WORLD?!?! Aaaaargh! God, my hate for Stas.net has been renewed. They'd better shape up and get their act together or there will be hell to pay. When stas.net went under, I lost most of my fanfiction, all the comments I wrote about my fanart, my newest additions to etymology index (I didn't have time to back it up again), and my topic lists for books 1-4. ::rips out hair::
Priscilla said at 10:25 AM
Thursday, April 12, 2001
Grooviness! Two of my Starling collaboration CGs are featured at draco-malfoy.com! ::feels special::
Priscilla said at 9:04 PM
Wednesday, April 11, 2001
Amusing link of the day*: Little Shop of Idiocy -- "Little Shop of Horrors" retold with the Mario Brothers!
Priscilla said at 9:00 PM I had this weird dream last night that I was playing Mimi on Broadway. Another girl from my school was in the production as well, but I can't remember who. I knew my lines perfectly, but I didn't know about my stage directions for "Happy New Year", so I was hopelessly confuzzled. Then the girl who played Angel (yes, it was a girl) was having some weird problems with her voice, and Today4U was terrible. Then in another song, because she didn't think her voice was very strong that night, she lip-synced to another of the songs! I wanted to yell at her that the words on the tape we were singing along with weren't nearly loud enough and that she HAD to sing, but my mic was on and I couldn't say anything without being heard by hundreds of people. Then I recognized her as being one of the actresses from Liz's play when she turned up in a tweed suit for "La Vie Boheme". For some weird reason, we all had to wear these evil harnesses, and mine kept getting stuck and I couldn't run anywhere. Weirdness. Then in between acts 1 and 2, my school friend and I walked onto the stage to see if we could recognize any audience members. I first spotted one of my friends from Explo, this evil summer camp at Wellesly, then I saw Julia Tucker-Huth and her mother. I have absolutely nothing against Julia; she's a great friend, but I think my subconscious (major sp) has a grudge on her for beating me out for the lead role in The Music Man. She usually has really long hair, but in the dream, she had the same haircut as that weird white haired girl from Farscape. Freaky-looking, yo. Then instead of being in the audience, SHE was up next to me. Her mom kept cheering for Julia, even though she knew I was standing right next to her. I waved, but no one in the entire audience waved back. Julia waved, and about 50 people waved back. Then I woke up.
Priscilla said at 7:35 AM
Tuesday, April 10, 2001
I miss Tanja. She's spending the week in St. Petersburg. ::cries:: Why can't she find a nice convenient cybercafe and hang out on the boards? ::pouts::
Priscilla said at 9:26 PM
Monday, April 09, 2001
I had a bad day. Wouldn't you love to hear about it in excruciating detail? Of course you would!
1st period: Actually a pretty good start. I convinced Mrs. Calhoun into letting us listen to my Sgt. Pepper CD for part of the class. Funfun! Break: Another nifty bit. We watched part of "Endless Waltz"! Duo's dubbed voice is scary. And Trowa is too ripped for a 14 year old. And all people named Chang have a legal requirement to be irritating. ::drools a bit over skinny long-haired anime guys, namely Duo:: 2nd period: Math. Dullsville. When class was finally over, I just had to get out of that room. I ended up doing my homework in the hall afterward, even though Mrs. Murphree keeps yelling at me to stay in class and work with her afterwards. I just can't stay in that class one more minute after eighty spent in there! Conference Period: Math homework in the hall, then routine checking of WOFS. Lunch: Nasty food. I get a sandwich. 3rd period: I completely forgot a French poem I had perfectly memorized last night. AAARRRRGGGHHHH! 4th period: Group computer projects. I finished early, but Dr. Fishel refused to let us play Minesweeper or Solitaire. Fwah. After class: I waited for Taylor to pick me up until 4. She usually picks me up at 3:45 to take me to rehearsal for "How to Succeed", but she wasn't there. I called my mom, but she was driving carpool and couldn't get to school for 20 minutes, so I decided to avoid Miss Felice's wrath and just walk. I forgot how far away the schools were. It's about a mile to a mile and a half. In the blazing hot sun and incredibly humid air. In pants. And with my hair down. And with a 30-pound backpack. And during my period with the Cramps Of Doom. On a slight incline. With heavy traffic. I finally got there at about 4:30. Mr. Oliver looked ready to chew me out, but I managed to avoid it. Ricky was shocked out of his mind when I told him. Everyone was. Then Haley (the other Smitty. my double) told me she couldn't be Smitty today because she had a lacrosse game, so I immediately had to get onstage and act and sing. I was so exhausted, I felt like I would faint. Then we only got out around 7! 2 1/2 hours.... ::falls asleep at keyboard:: Priscilla said at 8:54 PM Aw, I feel all special now! I'm Chelsea's blog of the moment! ::squeals:: You rock, Chelsea!
Priscilla said at 8:36 PM
Sunday, April 08, 2001
Chad told me today that A Little Slice of Insanity had reached 9k. My God. Are people actually still visiting that wretched piece of dung-strewn filth mockingly referred to as a website? I haven't updated since October 30th!
Priscilla said at 11:22 PM
Saturday, April 07, 2001
Ooh, Draco is coming out nicely. He is cuter than toast, and twice, if not thrice, as crunchy. Check out my progress. (head shot) I love those robes. I have to lighten them a bit so that you can see the detail. And I have to spread out the letter spacing in "Crabbe and Goyle". And I have to colour Crabbe and Goyle as well. I think I'm going to shade them in green grayscale. That would rock. Or I can do them in color, then compare it with a green version. Hmm... for a cold-blooded piece of toast, Draco is rather attractive.
Priscilla said at 11:10 PM ::giggles:: So true... I'm so amused. I love this song. It's so much fun to parody!
Priscilla said at 10:25 PM Priscilla said at 9:06 PM
Friday, April 06, 2001
I'm writing this from an evil mac at a fine arts festival for private schools in the southwest. ISAS. Groovyness. Yesterday, I got to meet Liz, another of the RMLers. She's so nifty! I got to see the one-act play she directed/wrote/produced, and let me say that it was FABULOUS. The girl has talent. Also, lots of people liked my photography, so I feel special. When I post v.1 of tnm.n, I'll post lots of my photography. Fun stuff. Full details when I get home.
Priscilla said at 10:08 PM
Thursday, April 05, 2001
I'm leaving you all again. You'll have to wait for the rest of my wit and wisdom for when I return again on Saturday. Meanwhile, tell me what you think of my godawful CG job of the second bookmark. As I said on Kell's boards, it's a classic example of "lovely sketch, wretched CG job". Fwah, I wish it had come out better. ::pouts::
Priscilla said at 7:51 AM
Wednesday, April 04, 2001
Now isn't this nice? Tanja and I have founded a flat-chested, long-haired, ex-Death Eater club. Now all busty girls are our groupies. I'm working on our theme song at the moment. I might make a website in its honor. Nifty stuff.
Also, thanks to everyone that emailed me/commented/posted on the BBS. ::hugs for everyone:: It really means a lot. Priscilla said at 1:33 AM
Tuesday, April 03, 2001
Something was wrong. I could feel it. I think the whole class could feel it. The room had been completely silent for bordering on five minutes, ever since the announcement over the loudspeaker told us to go to advisory when class let out.
"Oh, God", Madame Hanlon said, sitting down at her computer. "What?" we all asked. "Do you remember Mrs. Brennan?" Maria Renna crossed herself. By this point, I could feel the tension in the air. Now I know what it's like when authors describe tension that's so thick it could be cut with a knife. That's when the silence started. Madame Hanlon signalled for us to pack up and wait for the bell. She wouldn't tell us what had happened. The silence was finally broken by the electronic buzzing of the bell ten minutes later, then the sound of two girls murmuring "Au revoir, Madame" as the students dumbly filed out of the classroom. When I reached Mr. Lohstreter's room, he confirmed my fears. Mrs. Brennan, my honors Biology teacher, the victim of a stroke and a cancerous brain tumor, had died that morning. I looked around the room at my friends to guage their reactions. Why was I the only one who seemed ready to cry? We knew she wasn't going to recover. The doctors assured us of that. We knew she was slowly deteriorating. We didn't even know if she knew that she had visitors. My mom and I had bought her sympathy cards two weeks previous, with the intention of getting the class to sign them and sending them to her husband, who would in turn read them to her. They were supposed to go once a week, for six weeks. Only one card had gone out. When I arrived in class, there were only two others. Dr. Fishel, head of the science department and our substitute teacher, noticed my expression and asked if I was going to be OK. I said I was fine. She asked me if I wanted the cards back. That's when the tears came. It wasn't a flood or a deluge. It was just a trickle, easily controlled by a series off strategically used blinks, but they were still tears. Mrs. Brennan was the first person close to me to die, and I had no idea how to deal the situation. I sat in class, silently writing down how I felt in the French notebook I forgot to put back in my locker, ignoring my friend Mariam's annoyance at her inability to find the answers to the homework in the Jesus Lizard textbook. The class slowly filled in, one by one, nearly everyone silent. Dr. Fishel knew that we weren't going to have class that period. Ours was the only honors biology class Mrs. Brennan had taught. After about thirty minutes of akward discussion on the subject of twins, she dismissed us. I have no idea how I'm going to concentrate during play practice today. I can barely even think straight now. If you're still reading this, thank you. Priscilla said at 4:19 PM Who would have believed it? After 6 months of silence, Jen updated The Mystic Realm twice in under a week! She has some lovely, lovely stuff, so go check it out!
Priscilla said at 7:26 AM
Monday, April 02, 2001
Why does my mom assume that just because I'm on the computer, I'm CGing stuff? I was looking up colleges, and she starts ragging on me about not goofing off! Fwah!
Priscilla said at 11:02 PM Why the bloody fruitbats did that message post twice? I corrected it, of course.
Priscilla said at 8:00 PM Hurrah, yet another daily adventure! As you probably know by now, every day after school I have rehearsals for "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying". Usually, Taylor Cornell, another girl in the musical, drives me over to Jesuit (where the play is located) for rehearsal. Today, she couldn't drive me, so I sought out another cast member, Margaret Laney, to drive me. She told me to call her and remind her to pick me up, because she was leaving early thanks to her lack of a last period class. She knew she was supposed to pick me up at 3:45. At 3:47, I called her, and SHE WAS STILL AT HOME! She told me she'd be there in about 15-20 minutes, and I reminded her we all had to be AT JESUIT at 4. She changed it to 5-10 minutes. A few minutes later, Taylor pulls up and asks me if I need a ride. I told her that Margaret was coming to pick me up, but I decided to try to call Margaret anyway to see if I could tell her not to pick me up so that I could go with Taylor. Evidently Margaret had already left, and I couldn't reach her. I turned to tell Taylor, but... she had vanished. I knew she hadn't gone, because she still thought I was going with her. Then my friend Rachel B showed up and asked if I need a ride! I told her that Margaret is coming (even though it's about 3:55 at this point). Then Taylor suddenly appreared again, and I told her that I couldn't reach Margaret. I conversed with Rachel for a while. Fun stuff. Then at 4, Margaret finally pulled up. We headed over to Jesuit, nearly killing several pedestrians on the way, and fond that there were huge masses of people on the "grassy knoll" in front of the school. We spoted Doug, one of the actors, among them. Then we saw Ricky, the stage manager who looks shockingly like Percy Weasley, and waved him down. He explained that the constuction workers hit a natural gas line and the school had to be evacuated. Great. So we met up with Miss Felice (the director) and some of the cast members, and all just sat, waiting, on the grassy knoll. I showed Joanne (my best friend in the play) some of my mangas for X/1999, then showed them to John (my other great friend in the play. He has the highest male voice I've ever seen) as well when he arrived. John and I decided we'd sing as much high stuff as possible while we were waiting. We got a lot of strange looks from the passersby, plus anyone within a fair distance of where we were standing. Miss Felice and Miss Morton (the accompanyist. infinitely nifty) applauded. At about 4:30, it became obvious that we weren't going to get to rehearse that day, so Miss Felice dismissed us. Unfortunately, when my mom picked me up, I noticed she was driving my sister's car. The horror! My sister's car is a sure sign that she's going to make me drive. I hate driving with the rabid passion of a thousand firey suns. So I drove to the car wash, then snuck in the passenger seat afterwards. My mom decided there was too much traffic, and agreed. Hurrah!
Priscilla said at 8:00 PM Did anyone else watch the first episode of Invader Zim? That has to be the funniest thing I've seen in quite some time. ::laughs:: Gir is my hero!
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom... Priscilla said at 3:13 PM Anyone up for a game of Space Quidditch?
Priscilla said at 2:22 PM Seen the new Shrek trailer? Go watch it on Countindown.com! Hilarious stuff, yo. Coming May 18th.
Priscilla said at 2:02 PM Since Percy is officially a God, we've decided to sacrifice some vestal virgins. Any volunteers?
Priscilla said at 12:11 AM
Sunday, April 01, 2001
Trying to find the best college for you? Why not give RMU a try?
Priscilla said at 10:47 PM Morwen is so cool. She's a great artist, and she's so nice to everyone at the boards. Everyone, go visit her site!
Priscilla said at 9:39 PM ::gapes in awe:: Have you seen the March subs for The Monthly Harry Potter Fanart Challenge? My god, some of this stuff is absolutely beyond fabulous! Who knew this kind of talent was in the Potter fandom? ::drools over all the submissions::
Tee hee, next month is April Fools! I already have an idea... ::giggles:: Thank bob I didn't post it earlier! Priscilla said at 8:45 PM Ok, this version is better. You can see the colouring in his robes, there's more shadow in his face, and I added his freckles. You know, now would be a good time to tell Starling my real name...
Priscilla said at 12:14 PM Huzzah! It's another Starling collaboration! We're making a series of bookmarks. How utterly rockin.
Priscilla said at 3:58 AM Happy daylight savings time!
Priscilla said at 3:47 AM Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission. |