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Wednesday, October 31, 2001
 Vote in the new poll. And check out HTMLGear's swoopy new layout, while you're at it. Slick. Which reminds me, I've got to brainstorm for the first tnm.n layout. After crunchy panic time is over, of course. I think I'm going to initiate the new layout over the Christmas holidays. ::blinks and nods:: Yeah, that sounds right.
Priscilla said at 10:27 PM Please welcome Rebecca Mroczkowski to my list of "Blogs that Amuse Me".
Priscilla said at 7:56 PM I've decided to have my name legally changed to Priscilla Sanchez so that I'll have affirmative action on my side when applying for college.
I don't think my 1/16 Native American heritage is quite going to cut it. Priscilla said at 7:49 PM ::snickers:: I can't believe I'm posting this.
Written/composed during history class while I was supposed to be learning about Adams and Jefferson's presidency. Muaha. It's the first verse to one of the songs from Men at Arms: The Musical. (mp3 file, 683K) It's supposed to take place after Angua runs away. If I don't move on to more entertaining ways to fill my time (particularly History classes), it will eventually be a nifty three-part song in the style of Aida's "A Step Too Far". I start giggling madly whenever I think about this. Apologies for the pathetic voice job; I wasn't warmed up, so the high and low notes are nasty. I recorded it in a few minutes while my parents were out running errands, so therefore it was rather hurried. Okay, back to the research paper. Meh. ::frowls:: I'd get a life, but not having one is so much more entertaining! (Note: This is a joke. It has always been a joke. It will always be a joke. If you want to take it seriously, then you are a loser. If you are a laywer, please don't sue me, for I have no money. Muaha.) Priscilla said at 6:34 PM Ugh, I'd forgotten how much I hate CGing with a mouse. I'm in my Digital Imaging class right now, and I'm trying to use some of my free time to work on the calendar CGs. Unbeknownst to me, however, for no reason whatsoever, all the computers in the lab had been reformatted last night, meaning that I would have to reinstall the Wacom software for my tablet. Of course, because I had no way of knowing, I didn't bring the software with me this morning. Now I have to mouse CG for the rest of the lesson. Percy, I hate mouse CG. I've been spoiled by my beloved tablet. Meh. ::grudgingly goes back to CGing Ginny::
Priscilla said at 9:18 AM Happy Hallowe'en, everybody! ::kicks school's dress code policy:: Well, at least I'll be able to dress up next year...
Priscilla said at 7:43 AM
Tuesday, October 30, 2001
Note to self: Putting off your research paper by trying to make it more tolerable is not a good idea. Actual content removed for the sake of my weblog readers' sanity.
Gah, I really have to work. Why am I such a lazy slacker? Priscilla said at 10:54 PM ::stares at calendar::
::sweatdrops:: I'm going to die. Priscilla said at 10:06 PM Kenneth Branaugh? Lockhart?
Eh, I see it, but I don't know if I like it. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Priscilla said at 8:20 PM I hate Crushlink.
Priscilla said at 6:49 PM Fie upon you, LiveJournal. I want to read Ann and Rebecca's blogs. Meh.
Priscilla said at 5:25 PM Mrreaugh. I hate my research paper. ::throws computer off the side of the building::
Priscilla said at 2:49 PM
Monday, October 29, 2001
For Tanja: A picture of me
Priscilla said at 9:57 PM The archives are back. Ooh, how good am I?
Priscilla said at 9:56 PM I have decided that my new name is Priscilla the Mighty: Destroyer of Grammatical Rules Involving Parallel Structure.
Mwaa, face my wrath! Priscilla said at 9:55 PM I'm irritated. It seems that whenever I finally manage to produce a drawing I really like, for the next week or so, I can't draw anything. Everything looks wretched. Meh. I guess this is why the Sketchblog has just seen a week of neglect after a week and a half of niftyness. Meh. I'm also irritated, because somehow something got in my sketchbook, and I got this nasty grease spot on some of my sketches. One of which was my crayon-colored Men at Arms picture, which I absolutely love. Probably my favourite thing in the book. So meh. ::wrinkes nose, then goes off to drink orange juice and do absurd amounts of English homework::
Priscilla said at 9:52 PM What's wrong with my archives? I've tried republishing, setting it to "no archive" and back again, and various other sneaky, underhanded techniques, but to no avail. Meh, I'll try again tomorrow.
Priscilla said at 9:45 PM Muaha, I feel all confident and achievement-like!
Dear Priscilla Spencer:::grooves:: Priscilla said at 9:32 PM Meh, I hate daylight savings time. When I get out of rehearsals, it's pitch black outside. Super-meh. How about I entertain you all with amusing quotes?
You can fool robotic mooses and attract them into charging your computer! --Mr. Taylor Mr. Loh! Come see the hormone-injected Asian pear! --Mackenzie Mr. Taylor: How'd you do that? Mr. Loh: I just pressed the button that said "not so bright". Mr. Taylor: I have some students with that problem. Theoretical physics is just the study of neat ways to die. --Rachel B. Mr. Taylor (being ironic): As far as we know, the Earth is the center to the universe. Me: Woo-hoo! Mr. Taylor: Priscilla evidently thinks she's the center to the universe... There is no fear of heights. It's the fear of rapidly changing heights that bothers people. --Mr. Taylor Mr. Taylor: What's the most important discovery in the entire world? Me: Me! I love men, even though they're lying, cheating scumbags. --Gwenyth Paltrow Jo: What's the best way to cut piano wire? Caro: An act of God. I am the sea monkey of your heart! --Marcelina "Nightly Hamburger Profit" would make a great band name. --Me, in Calculus class Mr. Dubsky: Rules, rules, rules! What did Shakespeare say? Everyone: Words, words, words! Chungy: We should do Shakespeare math! Me: And thou doth take the derivative, and thou shalt equal it to zero... Mr. Dubsky: Are monkeys right-handed or left-handed? Jennifer and Kristen: They're ambidextrous! Me: "Ambidextrous Monkeys" would make a great name for a rock band, too. Mr. Dubsky: The only thing we have to fear is fear itsself. Mr: I think the only thing we have to fear is biological warfare. Sorry I'm late, I had to save the world. --Me, after arriving 5 minutes late to class as a result of restoring the entirety of tnm.n after it went bye-bye. But I thought you could speak Jewish! --Jennifer. She meant "Hebrew". Girls, this is crunch time! Stop hugging! --Mr. Gans, during a much-needed JETS group hug session If the strength of gravity is based on mass, then if I go out and gain a lot of weight, will guys be more attracted to me? --Me It makes protons shake. This is a big, hairy electron. This is an electron you do not want to meet in a dark alley. --Mr. Taylor, tau This word... looks like a cow. It symbolizes the bovine feeling of looove. --Chungy, describing Latin translations Wait! We're smart! We can solve this! We have capable Asian girls here! --Mr. Gans Someone: Wait... the grades are determined by a Gaussian curve? Mr. Taylor: No, the grades are determined by me. You see, I'd be a smart homeless person. --Margaret Mackenzie's a nut, I am a pluck. --Mr. Loh doing Engineering demonstrations I hope this somehow improved your otherwise dull and lifeless afternoon. Priscilla said at 8:51 PM After a great deal of internal turmoil and probing introspection, I have decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. If I fail, Rachel, I'm blaming you.
 Priscilla said at 8:23 PM
Sunday, October 28, 2001
New poll, out of curiosity.
Priscilla said at 11:21 PM I think I was destined to be an Ellie. According to the U.S. Name Generator, my name should be Ellen Barton. Odd.
Priscilla said at 11:12 PM Think of this song:
Every day when you're walking down the street,Then think of it on a repeat cycle of once roughly every 30 seconds. For five hours. I want to die. Priscilla said at 11:08 PM ::heavy sigh:: So sorry I haven't posted in two days. Everything has been absolutely nuts! Here is my story:
THURSDAY The usual daily slog. I think I aced my Calculus test, which was nice. And we got most of the P.E. period off, so I hung out in the science building, rereading Men at Arms, which I had in my backpack to lend to Mackenzie, who is currently reading Guards! Guards!. I had Pyramids in my locker, but I couldn't be bothered to go get it. After school, Chungy and I went to work on Artemis, the JETS robot, because she was due Friday. Ye gods. We did oodles of work, then went home. Meh. Unfortunately, we kept finding more and more problems. All was evil. We eventually went home, semiconfident that we could finish fixing her in our day off from school. Once at home, I read The Last Hero, which was highly entertaining, yet slightly disappointing. In reminded me of Jingo in the sense of how it seemed to radiate "Look at my nice established characters doing nice established things". It didn't really have the spark of some of the other novels. Meh. I still really enjoyed it, though. Lots of Rincewind-ness and Carrot-ness. ::nods:: And the Kidby illustrations were lots of fun. Then I went to sleep. FRIDAY I woke up, bright-n'-shiny early, to go to JETS. Again, I went around doing odd jobs and adding absurd amounts of stuff to the JETS website. Chungy provided a much-needed distraction by showing us a bunch of really groovy movie trailers during our occasional breaks. We got pizza for lunch, which will be ranked among my Top 5 pizzas in the entire universe. Percy, this was some good pizza. A few hours of work later, Elizabeth B. and I had to leave a still malfunctioning Artemis so that we could be on time for the SMU production of "Six Characters in Search of an Author", which had gotten glowing reviews. We could only hope that the other girls would be able to finish Artemis in time for the 7:30 check-in deadline. Rather depressing that I spent from 9AM to 6:30 PM at school on a day off. Anyway, "Six Characters..." was possibly the strangest play I'd ever seen. This is a great achievement, considering that the last play I saw to compare it to was Jesuit's "Night of the Dunce", which was seriously strange. Afterwards, I went to sleep. Competition tomorrow, doncha know. SATURDAY Competition day. We loaded up the Loh-mobile with tools (both practical and intimidating) and drove off to Loos (also pronounced "Loh's"), where I immediately began to spaz when I discovered I was to be the first driver for Hockaday. I hadn't even touched the controls that year! We had absolutely no time to practice driving this year. Fortunately, the girls who had stayed late on Friday informed me that she more or less worked, which was slightly encouraging. Then I started spazzing again when I saw in the program that they had butchered our team limericks and haiku and completely deleted our acronym things. Also, they wrote down that our robot's name was Athena, which was the name two years ago. Meh. Hockaday was going to drive in the second round of the competition, so Mackenzie (my spotter) and I stood "on deck", flailing slightly, waiting to go on. I heard the name "Hockaday" over the loudspeaker, and managed to work out that they were telling us we had won the Seine Twine competition. SCORE! Because Mack and I were the only ones nearby and she was holding the robot, I got to go forward and accept the award, on behalf of the school. I couldn't stop smiling. I handed the trophy up to Iana, who was in the front row of the stands. I started to feel better about the day. Inevitably, the robot was still malfunctioning when I went up to compete. Our arm refused to go down, and in its hyperextended state we couldn't go anywhere because we would run into the other robot. Meh. It wasn't until we had two seconds left that I realized our remote control had gotten messed up, and that I could have easily fixed it had I noticed it earlier. Major irritation. I was just glad that my parents hadn't arrived yet to see me helplessly standing out there like a moron. Time passed, and Artemis continued to fail. It really didn't bother me, however, because I had already resigned myself to the fact that we weren't going to go to state that year. I just wished that we had two more days to fix and test everything. Of course, there's always next year. There were a few moments of joy when the DJ person played "Back in the USSR" and "Rocky Raccoon", two Beatles songs from the White Album. Of course, Highland Park had to choose that moment to start bagpiping, and most of Rocky Raccoon was drowned out in the sound of squealing pigs in pain. If there's one thing I hate, it's bagpipes. I think someone told the DJ to take the White Album out of the CD sorter, because it was never heard from again. Anyway, happiness ensued when I saw a familiar figure walking through the stands towards where our team was stationed. NANCY! I ran up to her and glomped her, refusing to let go, insisting that she go down to the competition level and see Chungy and the rest of the gang. Much more glomping ensued, and I frogmarched her back up to the stands, where she was glomped some more. We all missed our Nancy. Next up was lunch break. Because Artemis was in need of some major repairs, most of the people stayed at Loos, while Christine, Megan, Iana, and I went out to Subway to get sandwiches for everyone. We piled into the Christinemobile and went off in search of a nearby Subway. Keep in mind that Christine has a notoriously bad sense of direction. We started off at 11:30. By 12:10, we were back where we started, still without a Subway in sight. We decided to instead go to a Subway that Christine knew existed, at the corner of Preston and Royal. Iana said that we should call in an order in advance, to save time, so I took out my trusty cellphone, dialed 411, and asked for the Subway on Preston and Royal. I told the Subway lady our order, lapsing into my disturbingly polite phone manners instilled in me at birth, and was about to hang up when she asked me if I knew where their Subway was located. I said yes, right next to Gazebo Burgers. She had no idea what I was talking about. It turns out, the stupid 411 lady gave me the number for the Subway on Preston and SpringSomething, which was halfway across town from the Subway we were currently driving to. Because the Preston/SpringSomething location was closer to the competition, we decided to turn around and head over there. After a series of strange driving directions (involving mention of a "Camel" road), we were off. I fed Christine directions until we finally arrived at Subway (it was actually "Campbell" Road), and told the attendant people that we were here for the huge to-go order. I expected them to be ready, as we had given them at least 20 minutes. No, they hadn't even started. I refused to get irritated; I've been trying to behave in a much more easygoing manner as of late, and I wasn't going to give up just because of a bunch of incompetent sandwich makers. We waited about 10 minutes, then Christine and Megan went off to get drinks at a grocery store a few blocks away while we were waiting for the sandwiches. Iana and I waited about 5 more minutes, paid for the sandwiches, and went outside to wait for Christine and Megan. We waited. And waited. By the time 1 o'clock rolled around, the time lunch break was supposed to be over, we decided the other girls were going to kill us. We decided that they would chop off our heads, stick them on pikes, and display them around the JETS lab as warnings for slow deliverypersons. At 1:05, Christine and Megan finally showed up, apologizing profusely for taking so long. We high-tailed it back to Loos, eating on the way, in time for Caroline to run out, flailing, shouting that they needed me to be spotter. Right NOW. I dashed down to the competition level, giving my half-eaten sub to Caroline and my blazer to Mr. Gans, and found Rachel and Jo "on deck" with Artemis, looking suddenly very relieved to see me. Of course, Caroline neglected to mention that I was to be spotter in the round AFTER this one, and that I had about 10 minutes before it was time. Meh. I got a new sandwich, as Caroline had thrown mine away, and waited for it to be my turn on deck. Of course, a part kept falling off, and Jo wasn't able to manipulate the robot as much as she needed. We lost the round. Again. We fixed the mount thing, and I went off to drive. Of course, we got the most warped track of all, the green track, and our skid got stuck. We remained immobile for the rest of the round, despite my frantic driving attempts. Meh. I was just ready for the thing to be over. Finally, the rounds were finished, and the winners were crowned. I was incredibly irritated when there was no t-shirt award this year; I was certain that we had a good chance at winning. I had put too much time into the t-shirt logo for it to go unrecognized. Anyway, BEST 2001 was finally over. I was actually a bit relieved to know that I wouldn't have to go to the State Competition on November 16th, the same day as a "Ten Little Indians" performance and the premiere of Harry Potter. We all got in our various vehicles, unloaded the lot at Hockaday, and went off to Chili's for dinner. Amusing moments include infamous employee "Swift" appearing on the scene just as I was telling my story about Swift hitting on me the last time I had been to Chili's. I hid under the table until he went away. Fortunately, he didn't see me. After Chili's, we went to the Cinemark. Half the girls went to see "K Pax", and half the girl went to see "From Hell". I saw "From Hell", and I regretted my decision. It was stupid and predictable, in my opinion. I was especially irritated to see the other girls gushing about how much they enjoyed "K Pax". Meh. I've got to see that movie. Anyway, after that we all went to my house. We told more funny stories, then went out to the Garage/Apartment/Guest House thing to watch movies. I grabbed my RENT boot, which I hadn't watched yet, and we all got psyched up to watch it. Unfortunately, the cameraperson must have been a bit restless, because the video was incredibly shaky. Also, the sound was pretty lame and you couldn't understand a word. Halfway into the first song, we voted to watch something else. This turned out to be "Alien" which we all merrily MST3Ked in its 80's lameness. Highly entertaining. Afterwards, most of us went to sleep, and a few stayed up to watch Dracula 2000. I chose sleep. SUNDAY In the morning, we had bagels and watched "Nightmare Before Christmas", which used to be one of my all-time favourite movies. It was so much fun to see it again, even though a few of the other girls thought it was stupid. By then, it was time for some girls to leave, so we rewatched the beginning of Dracula 2000 as my friends tapered off. Eventually, everyone had gone, and I went off to clean the mess and take a much-needed shower. And that's my story. So yeah. Sorry for the lack of posting. Does this make up for it? Priscilla said at 1:38 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2001
::squeals madly:: The Last Hero arrived today! ::dashes off to read::
Priscilla said at 9:08 PM ::becomes irritated:: How come it never snows in Dallas? ::stomps about angrily::
Priscilla said at 4:52 PM Vote in the new poll. Don't make me kill you.
Priscilla said at 4:50 PM The verdict is in! The best musical would be Men at Arms, followed by Tanja, followed closely by the Chamber of Secrets and my old Chemistry textbook. I'll leave the Chemistry up to you, Sannali! ::envisions lovelorn ballads about cyclohexane::
Priscilla said at 4:44 PM Those broken "Best Friend" necklaces irritate me. Wouldn't they imply that the friendship is broken? If I had one, I'd want to be a full best friend, not a "befri" or a "stend".
You know, that would make a great poll. What part do you play in the relationship? Are you a befri or a stend? That's a question to ask yourself, it is. Priscilla said at 4:42 PM Tanja -- I'll send you a picture for your design as soon as I can find a semidecent one. Meh, I'm even more unphotogenic than Rebecca.
Priscilla said at 7:32 AM Viking names are cool. I would be Priscilla Nelsonsdottir, my sister would be Melissa Nelsonsdottir, my dad would be Nelson Morrisson, and my mom would be Brenda Rexsdottir. Highly entertaining. My dogs would be Sparkey Snoopysdottir and Cookie Bustersson. ::nods, then waddles off to get ready for school::
Priscilla said at 7:31 AM
Wednesday, October 24, 2001
Hey! I just found my giant box of crayons! They were in my desk the whole time. Meh. Those would have helped quite a bit in my Crayola exploits. Oh well. I guess it's all for the best. Using only a 24 pack helped me learn all about blending and suchness. So that's all groovy. ::nods:: I need to try crayons again...
Priscilla said at 11:52 PM I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world!
Priscilla said at 11:45 PM ::laughs crazily:: My Viking name is Þraslaug Goatmangler!
(Well, actually, that wouldn't really be your name -- since you're female, your name would be something like "Þraslaug Björnsdottir". But this is the twenty-first century, and you want to be known for who you are, not for who your father was, right? Right.)This amuses me to no end. I think I'll start writing this on my nametags. Priscilla said at 10:14 PM Woo hoo! Reblogger is back!
Priscilla said at 10:08 PM I feel so incredibly musical today. I had my voice lesson today, and I completely knocked the socks off myself in "A Little Bit of Good". I was amazed at how strong my voice could be. I can't wait until November 8th, when I get to sing it at the voice recital. Of course, the music my classmates performed earlier that day in the group lesson was all stuck in my head, and when I was working on Physics homework after my voice lesson, the music suddenly started inspiring me to more and more absurd songs for Men at Arms. Keep in mind that I've managed to not think about it for quite some time now. I thought I was being good. Meh. I nearly kept bursting out laughing in the middle of English class as I envisioned a three-part, Verdi-esque extravaganza of music, centering on Angua, Carrot, and Gaspode's reactions after Carrot finds out Angua is a werewolf. I kept coming up with more lyrics during JETS and in the shower. Then there was a Vimes song, expressing irritation to Colon about the new recruits, Angua in particular, as Vimes hates the undead. Then, later in the "production", Angua would sing the reprise when she's trying to tell Carrot about her lycanthropy. I am way too easily amused for my own good. To make matters worse, when we started talking about Christine's shoes in JETS, I started coming up with a song about how difficult it can be to find shoes in my size. I sang it quietly for Caroline, who decided I was nutso. Then, throughout JETS, I kept bursting into "Springtime for Hitler" and other various songs triggered by occasional key phrases and expressions used in everyday conversation. I started to worry about myself. I think I'm too musical for my own good. ::drowns overactive muses by blasting Abbey Road::
Priscilla said at 10:08 PM I'm posting the rest of this week's sketchblog images later this week. I don't have anything new, so instead of subjecting you guys to some of my work from the summer, I'll post some semidecent stuff on Thursday or Friday or summat. ::nods:: Now it's sleepy time.
Priscilla said at 12:07 AM
Tuesday, October 23, 2001
Note to self: Playing the guitar suddenly one day after not playing it for a year is generally a bad thing. My fingers are in pain...
Priscilla said at 11:21 PM Woo hoo! Pretty updates on Laura Freeman's artworks page. ::nods:: I adore her style.
Priscilla said at 8:11 PM I finally gave in and took the Fuali tests, like most of the others in my blog circle.
I AM 27% GOTH. 
I AM 56% GEEK. 
I AM 9% PUNK. 
Muaha. Priscilla said at 8:04 PM Look at Sannali's Discworld-related art and be amused. ::hugs Sannali::
Later edit: Don't feel bad about using the same uniform as I did. I myself stole it (mostly) from Paul Kidby. So there! But the shoes are mine. And the helmet is hers. So yeah. Priscilla said at 5:30 PM Holy handgrenades, I would have forgotten! Thanks to Sannali for reminding me!
HAPPY MOLE DAY! At 6:02 this evening, declare your love for moles. ::loves:: Priscilla said at 5:26 PM ::pokes Reblogger:: Erm.... is it dead?
Priscilla said at 12:25 PM Mmmm. Sleep. Thank Percy for Daylight Savings Time for the Jets Night Out on Saturday! Woah, that's a lot of capital letters. ::stares::
Priscilla said at 12:22 PM Let it be known that I have absolutely no self-restraint whatsoever. That shiny "buy now" button is just way too enticing. ::climbs into her mailbox and waits gleefully::
Priscilla said at 12:20 PM Score! Blogger works at school now! ::does a groovy dance::
Priscilla said at 12:19 PM ::hand itches toward the shiny "buy now" button on Amazon's listing for "The Last Hero"::
::flails:: It has Cohen! And Rincewind! And Carrot! And many joyous happy people! And it's illustrated by Paul Kidby, God of Discworld art! And it's 30% off on Amazon! ::whines pitifully:: ::dies:: Priscilla said at 8:03 AM Just one month until my birthday! Yay! ::cheers happily, then winces in Tanja's direction and flails a bit::
Priscilla said at 7:45 AM I'll post the daily sketch tomorrow evening, as opposed to the morning. I'm sleepy. And Tanja, I'll be looking for suitable pictures. ::salutes:: I'll hopefully find something tomorrow night.
Priscilla said at 12:34 AM
Monday, October 22, 2001
Woo! Today's date is all froody and palindromic! ::stares at calendar::
Priscilla said at 11:43 PM ::snickers:: Sannali's additions to Men at Arms: The Musical were absolutely brilliant. (and she had better post her Angua sketches, or I'll be disappointed). Now it's time for even more songs! I rather like the idea of having the Patrician come out in the beginning to explain how the city works, possibly to the tune of "Tradition" from Fiddler on the Roof, or "Guilds!", to the tune of "Kids Today" from "Bye Bye Birdie". We may be able to bring Edward d'Eath out for a Lion King-inspired number, "I just can't wait for Carrot to be King". And I'm sure we could find a suitable song for Angua to sing about "minority" groups. At his death, Beano could sing a heartrending rendition of "Send in the Clowns". Maybe a duet with Death. And Leonnard of Quirm most definitely needs a song... Okay, I'm starting to scare myself. Time to step away from the stereo! ::wrinkes nose at overactive muses::
Priscilla said at 11:43 PM I absolutely adore this image. It's a self-portrait I took last year, using a pinhole camera. I had to stay absolutely stock-still for 5 minutes. I love my pinholes! ::hugs:: I've got to try some new ones this year. I have so many fabulous boxes to test!
Priscilla said at 8:01 AM Sketchblog, without fail. I think that on most school nights, I'll update the night before, so I don't have to worry about posting in the morning.
Priscilla said at 12:06 AM
Sunday, October 21, 2001
Meh, if I hadn't lent it to Mackenzie, I would find out Sannali's address and send her "Guards! Guards" in an instant. I'm so proud of my Sannali! I've created another Watch fan! ::squeals:: Sannali gets MAJOR cookie points.
Priscilla said at 11:36 PM When is Daylight Savings Time, anyway?
Priscilla said at 11:27 PM I'm intrigued by these prospects of weird forms of literature being transformed into musicals. The Chemistry textbook opens up possibilities for hits such as Alanis Morisette's "Ionic" and Wassabbo (my school's parody teacher boy-band)'s hit single "Covalent Bonds" (we'll share electrons forever... I wish I remembered the rest of that song). Possibly also that hilarious song from "Peggy Sue Got Married" that talked about the love lives of a bunch of famous scientists. Men At Arms offers not only Carrot's "Ankh-Morpork: It's My Kind of Town", but also Edward D'Eath's "Happiness Is a Warm Gonne".
If you put enough thought into it, you can turn anything into a musical. I envision a huge, high-energy musical number about the turtle crossing the road in Grapes of Wrath (possibly in the same vein as "Wells Fargo Wagon" from The Music Man), then a song about Homicide, led by Tom Joad, much in the style of Chicago's "Cell Block Tango". Then, it would be time for The Three Musketeers. Ignoring the cheese factor of potential "One For All" numbers, we could instead consist of an intro to the status of the lead characters in the style of the title song from "Rent", then a rallying of Musketeers with something like "The World Will Know" from Newsies, and a kinder, gentler ending, culminating in a plea from D'Artagnan to Cardinal Richeliu in the "How To Succeed" ripoff, "Brotherhood of Musketeers". If this is successful, we could open the next theatre season with Hamlet (featuring pop single "to thine own self be true") and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which has serious "Bohemian Rhapsody" potential. With that said, who wants to be my producer? Given the success of the Jane Eyre musical, I'm sure they'll be lining up at the door. Priscilla said at 11:16 PM I got a rather amusing piece of junk mail today entitled "Jackie Chan and Amish Science Fiction". God, I love delusional spammers.
Priscilla said at 7:32 PM Aaaaaaand... Sketchblog.
Priscilla said at 12:31 PM After several months of irritation, I finally got the nerve to email (NAME REMOVED) and tell him about the bibliographical mistakes regarding WIAN. I feel like there has been a weight lifted off my shoulders. Of course, thinking about WIAN makes me think of publishing, which makes me seriously irritated at the publishing house of doom that has taken over three months (and counting) to get back to me. Meh.
Priscilla said at 11:58 AM I find this incredibly entertaining... Muchas gracias to Ron's Girl on WOFS for sharing it with us.
Priscilla said at 10:10 AM
Saturday, October 20, 2001
Vote in the new poll. Ah, it's times like this that make me wish that I could have more than 10 choices.
Priscilla said at 10:43 PM I find it highly amusing that out of all the names in the poll, the name I decided to go with was the name that didn't get any votes. Meet Rodriguo, my third white hair.
Priscilla said at 10:37 PM Sketchblog again, as if there was any doubt.
Priscilla said at 10:31 PM Meh, I wish I knew Sannali in real life. I could lend her my copy of "Guards! Guards!". Well, actually, I couldn't, because it's currently in the posession of my friend Mackenzie, who has been "reading" it for the past month. I hope Chungy has made progress in "Jingo"; I want to reread parts. ::blinks and nods:: I wonder where my copy of "The Color of Magic" could be. I need to introduce Chungy to Rincewind.
Priscilla said at 10:07 PM Referring to religious exclamations on RML:
Renata: My personal favorite is "Jesus Buddha Allah Confusius Zeus!" It's a bit wordy, but if you say it fast it kind of rhymes. Good times.Referring to my feet: My dad: It seems that you no longer have any tickle cells.Referring to Colgate college: Me: I prefer the toothpaste, thanks. Priscilla said at 10:00 PM Want to know what I hate? I hate it when you're trying to drink water and the ice shifts suddenly and you get water all over your face and clothes. And I hate it when you're in a blue funk and you can't find any music that quite works for your mood. Or when people jump to conclusions and assume that a fellow cast member is your boyfriend, just because he decides to sit by you every day because you enjoy each other's company. Or when your parents try to plan your weekend for you, scheduling academically-related (and boring as hell) activities instead of letting you get a little downtime. Or when you have to open letter after letter of stupid college mail despite a growing irrational paranoia about Anthrax. Or when your friends put hours of blood and sweat into the notebook for JETS, yet make no mention whatsoever to the website that you spent dozens of hours working on as to complete it in time in order to be mentioned in the notebook, but you can't get mad at them because they put so much work into it. Or when one of your best friends, who is in college, comes into town for a weekend, and you make big plans with all your friends to hang out together after you come back from seeing a musical with your family, only to find out when you get back that they decided to get together early and ditched you, going to the movies and lunch and the rest of JETS' "Demo Day" and having the best of times, without even a second thought in your direction.
Or when a combination of things that make you really annoyed all happen together and you start crying in front of your parents, and you can't stop. And you try to get some downtime in your room to draw or CG or mull things over, but your parents keep coming in and trying lamely to cheer you up, never leaving you alone. Yeah, I hate it when that happens. Priscilla said at 7:01 PM Someone please listen to "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge, then "Not Me" and "Written in the Stars" from Aida and tell me I'm imagining it.
Priscilla said at 8:50 AM Ooh! I must have neglected to mention! Yes, I *did* get around to updating the sketchblog yesterday. My run has not yet broken!
Priscilla said at 8:43 AM How disappointing. I'm human as well.
#2 Betazoid; # 3 Vulcan Priscilla said at 8:42 AM Highly amusing experience:
After rehearsal, Chungy took me to Hockaday to get back to work on JETS. However, she informed me that Mr. Lohstreter had left, as he wanted to appear at Homecoming. (meh). We went to the boarding department to send a bunch of files to Cherise and Margaret, who were at Margaret's house, printing and finalizing the binder, which is due tomorrow. (flail!). Because they told us that we weren't needed to help, we decided to just hang out in the boarding department and watch "The 3 Musketeers". We kept a MST3K-like running commentary throughout most of the movie, including my comments regarding the choreography and musical styles for all the musical numbers we planned to add. References to Princess Bride, Discworld, and Ladyhawke aplenty. I remember suggesting that D'Artagnian (excuse the butchering of his name) could look like a young Gilderoy Lockhart. Joining us were Eunice, Iana, and two boarders I hadn't met before. Afterward, it was time for Priscellie to go home, chaufeurred by Chungy. For the quickest route back to my house, we took the tollroad. It wasn't until we were exiting that it occurred to us that we didn't have change. I grabbed a bill from my wallet and Chungy attempted to reach the change machine. In vain. She put the car in park and leaned all the way out the window. Didn't work. She eventually had to open the door slightly to put the bill in the machine. Of course, like all change machines, this specific machine didn't like my dollar, even though it was happy and crisp and dollarlike. It spit the bill out. Chungy tried three more times with the same result. I gave her a new dollar, which also failed. By this time, cars were starting to honk. We were both flailing, afraid that we were going to have to do something illegal to get through, as there was no attendant. Suddenly, it occurred to me to check the pockets of my wallet for any change, despite the fact that I never keep change in my wallet. As the bill finally accepted the dollar, I felt the reassuring clink of coins in my wallet -- exactly the necessary 60 cents. Chungy and I started laughing. Uproariously. So hard we couldn't stop. As we cruised through the streets of residential Dallas, we laughed all the way. This was classic, we decided. This was material to be posted in "The Spinster Diaries", our joint weblog that we're starting this week (we haven't spruced it up yet. It's still boring at the moment). We wished we had a camera or a video recorder or even a Nancy with us. This was one of those golden Priscilla and Chungy moments that remain amusing no matter how old the story gets, like the time Chungy and I ran through Jesuit and actually got whistled at. Or when we surprised Nancy on her birthday by embarrassing her in front of half the Upper School classes from Hockaday, Cistercian, and St. Marks. Or when we came out of A.I. sobbing like babies, much to the amusement of the other JETS. One thing I know for sure -- we have to go to the same college. I don't know if I'd survive without my best friend! Priscilla said at 12:34 AM
Friday, October 19, 2001
And the lot's all here! ::dances:: Just a matter of some random images, which will be up momentarily. ::grooves::
Priscilla said at 3:24 PM Quotes... WIAN... ::is overjoyed::
Priscilla said at 3:21 PM The sketchblog is back. So are the log archives. ::squeals with glee::
Priscilla said at 3:05 PM ::gapes:: It was never deleted in the first place! It was all moved to some stupid, remote subdirectory! YESSSS!!!!!!! Within about an hour, the whole lot should be back!
Priscilla said at 2:40 PM Gah! I hate my life! I accidentally deleted the entirety of theninemuses.net. Thankfully, I was able to get lots of it back, and I'll be able to get the rest back at home. Meh. Unfortunately, I have a billion things to do tonight, so it won't be until later tonight. So far, I'm restored the JETS website and I'm restoring the weblog archives as we speak. Mr. Bradley was nice enough to let me bypass Cyberpatrol and get into blogger. Big hugs for him! Yay! ::dances:: Okay, I'm going off to restore more junk. ::loud sigh::
Priscilla said at 2:31 PM ::cheers merrily:: We got the JETS t-shirts in yesterday! They look absolutely fantastic! ::does a happy dance:: Everyone loves my design, which makes me oh so happy-happy.
Priscilla said at 8:06 AM Sadly, no sketchblog this morning. Maybe I'll post later tonight. Most likely, I will. I don't want to mess up my perfect record!
Priscilla said at 7:58 AM Yay! Ann's drawing Pratchett characters! Joy! Behold her Susan and Death of rats! Gah, I really need to read "Reaper Man" and "Soul Music" and all the Susan books. At the moment, I'm reading "Pyramids", but the next on my list is "Hogfather". Yayfun!
Priscilla said at 7:58 AM
Thursday, October 18, 2001
Call me not Priscilla, for my true name is Fidget Silverwitch.
Behaviour: A protector from evil demons and a poisoner of werewolves. ::pokes Lupin and Angua:: Seen When: Only in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking. Habitat: In rotting woodlands near poisonous toadstools. Priscilla said at 11:16 PM Sketchblog, naturally.
Priscilla said at 7:52 AM
Wednesday, October 17, 2001
My computer just broke. Then I left it alone and took a really long bath and when I came back, it was happy again. Man, I'm having a great week, even though it doesn't seem like it at times.
Priscilla said at 11:06 PM Another joyous aspect of the day: I was the only person in my Math class to get an A on a recent test. Muaha! Originally, I got a 91, but I found a mistake in the grading, which pushed it up to 96. Still pending on those other 4 points. I'm not sure if I'll get them back, as I'm not quite sure exactly what I missed. ::grooves::
Priscilla said at 11:05 PM My comments are gone. Meh. ::glowers at Reblogger::
Priscilla said at 11:02 PM An RMLer sent this to me. I was amused.
To: Albert Gore Priscilla said at 9:46 PM My friend Chungy and I are starting a weblog entitled "The Spinster Diaries". We have cunning plans to grow up and be crazy old spinsters together and get a house full of dogs and ferrets and other amusing animals. Yay! Amusingly enough, a girl in my math class enlightened me as to the true definition of my name. Up to now, I was under the impression that "Priscilla" meant "heiress" (female heir). Evidently, that's a politically correct way of saying "spinster". Chungy and I exchanged high fives.
More amusements! Ricky, the Percy clone, taught me how to knit today. It's much easier than it looks! It's just really irritating when you drop a stitch. Meh. It's amazing how much knitting messes with your mind. I missed several blocking cues because I was so entranced with the knitting. It's eerie. Priscilla said at 9:19 PM
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
I'm really liking this surge of art at HPGalleries. While it doesn't mesh at all with my mental image, I really love the hyper-stylized work of Christoph Siemens. Highly entertaining. I really need to get a Gallery... Unfortuately, all my good works are collaborations!
Priscilla said at 11:14 PM I added Kell's livejournal to the list of Blogs that Amuse Me. Meh. She's just doing this to confuse me, isn't she?
Priscilla said at 11:03 PM I'm having such a great day. Sure, I'm dead tired, but it's been a great day all the same. How do I love life? Let me count the ways...
Priscilla said at 10:47 PM I updated the Sketchblog for tomorrow so that I wouldn't have to do anything in the morning. Meh. I adore this picture. Hugs to Alicey for being my inspiration of sorts.
Woo hoo, I'm on a roll! Priscilla said at 10:31 PM Because Sannali asked...
The giant cheese statue first came about in a round-robin fanfic of sorts some of the RMLers wrote. In the kitchen of the RML Fortress, there was a giant cheese statue of Renata, the List Queen. People would occasionally cut off bits for sandwiches and such. Then, on a random occasion in my sketchbook, I drew a rather frightened-looking person. I explained through a thought bubble "that's the biggest cheese statue I've ever seen". Upon questioning on WOFS, I explained that it was a giant cheese Spockmonkey. Since then, I've decided that every frightened or shocked person in my sketchbook has just caught a glimpse of the fabled giant cheese Spockmonkey statue. Joe Bob is no exception. Priscilla said at 10:23 PM Wish me luck on the PSAT! ::crosses fingers::
Priscilla said at 7:49 AM Woo hoo! Sketchblog again. Man, I'm good. ::grooves::
Priscilla said at 7:49 AM
Monday, October 15, 2001
I was highly amused at dinner this evening when I came up with the idea of Discworld "Mary Sues". I nearly choked on my pasta.
Priscilla said at 11:08 PM ::pokes Kell's livejournal:: Is it dead?
Priscilla said at 10:39 PM I'm so amused by this. I seriously need a new blog layout. Something more appealing to the eyes. Yes, indeedy. The next time I find myself with some free time, I'll begin work.
Priscilla said at 10:38 PM We had to write speeches for English class, declaring our independence from whatever we wanted. I was highly amused by my speech. I'm sure you will be, too.
All around you today, you see your fellow students vehemently asserting their independence from oppressive and unjust forces. I have come to declare my freedom from something entirely different. I stand before you, prepared to throw off all ties with one of the most cruel, tyrannical, and burdensome entities I know of: myself. My inner critic is singly responsible for lowering my self-esteem, disparaging my creative works, and drastically lowering my self-image. You may dismiss this as ridiculous, but think of what you would gain by overthrowing the bonds created by the darker side of yourself. What freedom, to be able to write freely, unbounded by a censor belittling every sentence. What liberation, to be able to leave the house unconcerned with how you look, even in a huge T-shirt and baggy sweatpants. What independence, to be able to draw or paint or sculpt without that little nagging voice targeting and criticizing all the flaws.Note: if anyone tries to plagiarize this or sell it to some slacker's resource, I will hunt you down. Muah. Priscilla said at 10:34 PM Meh. I'm never going to have time to CG Tanja's 1/2 birthday card. Would you object to groovyness in crayon? ::flails and apologizes pitifully::
Priscilla said at 10:08 PM Woah... my hair just exploded.
Priscilla said at 10:05 PM More JETS updates. Man, is my weblog getting repetitive or what!
Priscilla said at 9:25 PM I feel so amazingly rockin' today. I knew everything in Physics because of the way it ties in so happily with my Applied Calculus class, I got an A on my History test of doom (the one I filked "Yer Blues" to), and I just rocked on my Calculus test. Muaha. ::dances funkily about the room:: Now if only I can figure out why the Jets website is being evil...
BTW: Who are you, Pixelhaze? Do I know you IRL? Priscilla said at 8:33 PM More hooplah at the Daily Sketch. Muaha.
Priscilla said at 8:26 PM Big updates at the JETS website. ::nods:: Roster and History. More junk coming tomorrow.
Priscilla said at 12:54 AM ::raises eyebrow:: Sally Spencer, Alicey?
(psst -- meanwhile, Alicey's sketchblog just got the update to end all updates. Go and see!) Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed dramatic improvement in Alicey's art? Priscilla said at 12:06 AM
Sunday, October 14, 2001
No way... this has got to be the most highly amusing piece of junk mail I've received in quite some time.
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Now you can make every meal a special occasion with fresh home made bread! Whether it's a quick meal for the family or preparing a fancy dinner for 20, the Cooking Club of America is your recipe for great dining! Act now and join over 200,000 satisfied Cooking Club of America members! Priscilla said at 8:22 PM Daily Sketch again. Go me!
Priscilla said at 8:18 PM I saw Aida today. It was ultragroovy, though not as ultragroovy as it was on Broadway. Yayness! After the show, Rachel B and I starting singing the Forbidden Broadway AIDA songs, and all were amused. Though we were good friends before, I feel especially close to Rachel now, as she was the only one of my friends to come to my grandfather's funeral yesterday. So she gets ultracookiepoints. Yay!
Priscilla said at 8:13 PM I don't know how this specific entry got deleted, but here it is again, restructured and restored and all...
"Ode to my Bed" written last year, and found this morning while looking through my files When I'm exhausted and feel rather dead, When I need a place just to rest my poor head, When I am sleepy, when I am tired, When I am bored and feel quite uninspired, I go to my bed and begin to count sheep. Before I know it, I've fallen asleep. To fall asleep, perchance, to dream Is loved even better than peaches and cream. For sleep is the greatest of parts of my life. I just go to sleep and forget all my strife. I think I'll submit it to the school's literary magazine. Muah. Priscilla said at 10:39 AM
Saturday, October 13, 2001
I updated the Daily Sketch, and prepared all the files necessary so that I can update tomorrow and Monday (and possibly Tuesday) as well. And there was much rejoicing. Pretty lame drawing, but like the picture of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, it amused me too much to be left out.
Priscilla said at 11:13 PM Sannali gets a cookie. Not only did she update None of this Nonsense, Please and read a bunch of Discworld books, but she's started a sect of public library worship and checked out more! But do us a favor and DON'T read The Fifth Elephant before you read any of the other Watch books. Start with Guards! Guards! instead. I started the Watch with Feet of Clay and I really disliked it, then I went back and read the Watch books in order and I absolutely loved them all to pieces. So yay. Read Hogfather. I just started it myself. Because if you start with Fifth Elephant, ye shall be confused.
Priscilla said at 10:27 PM Looking through Tendre Poisson, Tanja's sketchblog, I am struck again with just how much this image amuses me. I just got a mad fit of the giggles. It's now my desktop, because I'm tired of looking at the FictionAlley logo art. Mwaa. I need to update Sailor Lincoln. I have plenty of new art, but I'm just too lazy to scan and post it. Feh.
Priscilla said at 10:17 PM Look at the basic format of the new JETS website and worship me. Muaha. I worked on it 6 hours straight this afternoon, as to avoid people yelling at me.
Priscilla said at 10:06 PM It creeps me out when people I don't know read my weblog. Gah. ::jumps at small noises::
Priscilla said at 9:53 PM
Friday, October 12, 2001
Holy cow... I don't think I've ever seen a more violent rainstorm. Ye gods... I hope the power doesn't go out.
Priscilla said at 10:10 PM I know I'm supposed to be working on studying for the PSAT right now, but I have an unsurpressable need to blast "Roxanne" from my speakers in my parents' temporary absence. ::sigh:: How I love Moulin Rouge... DVD December 18th. I know what *I* want for Christmas!
In other news, why isn't the month of September appearing among my archives? ::goes off to ponder:: Priscilla said at 9:24 PM Sannali's sig has me singing "The Music Man" incessantly. Curse you! ::hugs Sannali:: The Music Man was my 8th grade musical. I played the bass in the Quartet. I had the biggest chip on my shoulder when I wasn't chosen to play Harold. XD ::wrinkles nose and takes a sip of orange juice::
"Thank you for that stroll down amnesia lane, gentlemen." Priscilla said at 9:15 PM Whaddaya know, still 16 and another white hair! My third. I feel so special. My first white hair was named Frederick. Then I named the next George, because Fred and George give their mother white hair. Help me decide what to name my new white hair! Vote in the poll. (Note: I'll probably rename Frederick and George to Frederico and Georgianno for my own amusement. I've been on an Italian kick recently, even though most of the new name choices are Spanish. Just ignore me.)
Priscilla said at 8:50 PM I just spent about 5 minutes frantically searching for my Wacom tablet stylus. It was in its holder the whole time.
I've been having a lot of brain blips recently. One night, I couldn't do my math homework because I couldn't find my textbook, but when I got to class, I found that it was in my bag. The reason I couldn't find it was because I usually carry my History and Math textbooks in my arms, as opposed to storing them in my bag. Meh. I need to start getting more sleep! Priscilla said at 8:30 PM Priscilla's Amusement of the Day
Priscilla said at 8:19 PM I have the Beatles' "Mother Nature's Son" stuck in my head. I guess it's better than this morning, where I was plagued by "Macho Macho Man". God save us all.
Priscilla said at 8:18 PM ::snickers:: We learned how to CG in Digital Imaging class today. I was amused. Because I finished both my assignments before most were 3/4 of the way through their first assignment, I got to work on the calendar images for the rest of the class period. Yay!
Priscilla said at 5:20 PM
Thursday, October 11, 2001
Yayayay! I love my yoga teacher. She gave us a study hall today, which means 80 luscious minutes of researching and generally accomplishing things for my English research paper on "The Joy Luck Club". I'm about 3/4 of the way done with my outline and thesis, which are due tomorrow, so I'll be able to do lots of CGing tonight. Joy! ::does a happy dance::
Priscilla said at 5:38 PM
Wednesday, October 10, 2001
Spontaneous flail session! ::flail, flail, flail::
Priscilla said at 11:32 PM Holy Gods. You may have heard of the groovy calendar Monica and I are collaborating on. Twelve months of charaters from the Harry Potter series, as interpreted by Cassie Claire's renowned Draco Dormiens/Sinister/Veritas saga. Well guess what? It turns out that the images have to be sent to PhotoWorks 4 weeks in advance, making my deadline November 15th.
Take a moment to look at that date, blink a few times, and think about when that is. A month and five days. For twelve images. With backgrounds. And really nice quality CG that I'll actually be able to bear looking at for the next twelve months. And that people will be willing to purchase. Eep. Pray that my teachers go easy on me, hey? ::goes off to finish her homework so that she can continue CGing madly:: Priscilla said at 11:18 PM
Monday, October 08, 2001
Hmmm.... new stills. The WIAN nut in me is slightly disappointed at the "revelation" of Flitwick's first name. Further comments tomorrow. I just feel like going to sleep right now. Maybe reading a bit of "Good Omens". I was highly amused at the DV2 reference to "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter". ::nods:: Evil dioramas. I need to get some sleep.
Priscilla said at 11:19 PM Yay! Monica's HPGalleries page thing is up! And she's getting a page for our bookmarks series and possibly other collaborations. Groovy!
Priscilla said at 10:56 PM Why does blogger always seem to refuse to post the entries I most want to publish? ::kicks blogger::
Priscilla said at 10:48 PM My mom just told me the news. My grandfather died this evening. I don't know how to react. We'd known for quite some time that he probably wasn't going to live much longer, and on Friday he stopped eating. Now I can't stop playing "Here, There, and Everywhere" on my stereo, trying to make my mind register that the place filled by my grandfather is suddenly vacant. I didn't cry immediately. I only cried when my mom started talking about the stories of my adventures with my grandfather when I was just a toddler. But still, it was only a few tears. God, I cried more at the ending of "A.I.". I feel like such a jerk because this isn't bothering me more. An insensitive jerk. Apathetic. Uncaring. Papa was my first death in the family. I've never been to a funeral. Before this, the closest person to me to die was my Biology teacher, Mrs. Brennan. So why won't tears come? Why am I not depressed and despondent, or retreating into my shell? This was my father's father, for crying out loud. My link to the past. Had my sister been a boy, I would have been named after him! Priscilla Morris Spencer. My initials would have been PMS.
Morris Grady Spencer, 94, died at his home on October 8, 2001. So why won't this register? Priscilla said at 9:48 PM Regarding character choices on my card for Rebecca: (posted on the Espresso Ferrets message board)
::laughs:: I just saw a guinnea pig and a ferret and the light just sort of went on in my head. Bob was an obvious candidate for Riff, but I had no idea where to put Procent and what do do for Ann. Now I think that I should have made Procent into Zoe by default (not a happy fit, though. Procent just doesn't quite mesh with the established Sluggyverse), then made Sailoy Soyuz into Sasha, but that didn't occur to me. I couldn't remember any OC creations of Ann. Of course, a few hours after I finished Rebecca's card, I remembered Ankhe. The little museum guy that hangs out with her would have made a highly amusing Torg. Oh well. Maybe I'll redraw it for Christmas or something.Worry not, Tanja! Your card is underway! School is hell. Priscilla said at 8:50 PM My god! Why hadn't I heard about all this before? A passenger jet collided with a smaller aircraft on the runway, then slammed into an airport building in Milan, Italy. The death of a man in Florida due to Anthrax triggers fears of bioterrorism. An explosion at a French chemical plant may have been initiated by a terrorist. A man hijacked and slit the throat of the driver of a Greyhound bus in Tennessee. A chartered plane was brought down over the Black Sea, possibly due to a wayward Ukranian missile. A U.N. helicopter was shot down in the breakaway region of Abkhazia, Georgia. I really need to talk with my friends about this. What else has gone on that I haven't heard about? And I thought I had at least some grasp of current events!
Priscilla said at 7:52 AM
Sunday, October 07, 2001
Science lab of doom. Meh. I could care less about percent uncertainty. I need an orange juice break. Buggrit, millenium hand and shrimp.
Priscilla said at 11:05 PM Sorry if that last entry sounded nasty. "Idiot" was my first reaction. Yes, I know that I don't have all the information. Yes, I know that the US and UK have put a lot of brainpower into this. Yes, I know that they probably had perfectly good reasons for doing this. I just don't feel right about it. ::shrugs:: I guess we're all entitled to our own opinions.
Priscilla said at 7:57 PM Okay, heart. You can start beating again.
I was coming back from lunch with my mom, and my mom was checking her voicemail messages. One message was from Marsha Foulks, my PSAT tutor. She asked to reschedule our meeting this afternoon for a different time "in light of recent events" and because of "what's going on in our counrty". She said that she hesitated in prying herself away from her TV. I froze. Had there been another attack? Was it possible for there to be another attack, even with all the new security measures the United States has initiated? The bright, sunshiney day suddenly didn't seem so happy anymore. I imagined some distant day in the future, when someone would ask me what I was doing when I heard about the second attack. I was coming back from lunch at Taco Diner with my mom, and I had gotten the news from my mother's voicemail. My mom called my aunt, who was with my dad at my grandfather's house, to try to find out what happened. She said that the U.S. had started bombing Afganistan. Idiot! I thought. What on earth is there to bomb in Afganistan? Evidently, the Bush administration decided that Afganistan could do with even more poverty and destruction that its people are already facing now. Despite all the effort that has gone into planning this air raid, something inside me feels like they haven't planned this out properly. I can only hope that Bush and Blair are able to go forward with their plans without harming innocent civilians. Sorry this entry is so abrupt. I'm in a bit of a rush. So you can be better informed in case you hadn't heard, here are some news resources of interest: Bush's address to the nation, Attack on Afganistan, CNN.com Priscilla said at 2:02 PM
Saturday, October 06, 2001
New Poll! Who should I be for Halloween? Here are the pros and cons:
Hermione: As I'm dressing as Hermione for the Harry Potter premiere, I'd be able to use this costume twice. Helpful.In case you cared, last year I was Arthur Dent (costume took roughly 5 minutes to assemble. Bathrobe, fuzzy slippers, jammies, and a towel), 9th grade I was a random Jedi, 8th grade I was Mulder (my friend Rachel was Scully), and I can't remember before that. Someone would have to remind me. ::wrinkles nose:: So cast your vote now! Priscilla said at 9:45 AM I just slept for 9 1/2 hours. That felt great! I love catching up on sleep.
Priscilla said at 9:24 AM Well, then...
 Priscilla said at 9:20 AM
Friday, October 05, 2001
I was amused. Last night, I spent ages studying my history notes because today we had a test. During advisory, which was right before the test, I kept flipping through my notes, filking "Yer Blues". The new words:
Yes I know it. Gonna die.Despite this, I think I actually did rather well. Who knew? Priscilla said at 11:22 PM ::laughs:: Where does Ann get this stuff?
Priscilla said at 10:53 PM Well, I just got back from my "date". We decided to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail instead of Zoolander, which was hilarious for the umpteenth time. ::cackles:: Amusing moments of note include emptying my backpack and smuggling burgers into the movie theatre, as we didn't have enough time to eat before the film.
Priscilla said at 10:53 PM Tanja gets to see Moulin Rouge today! Finally! Now I won't have to get irritated at her for downloading various Moulin Rouge-related stuffs. Yayfun!
Priscilla said at 7:30 AM
Thursday, October 04, 2001
::referring to my "realism Malfoy" CG::
Chungy: Woah, who did that one? Me: I did. Chungy: Holy cow! Me: What? I showed it to you a few months ago and all you did was glance at it and say "That's nice"! ::a few minutes later:: Me: Did you see my new picture of Nobby? Chungy: ::glances at the picture:: Yeah, you showed it to me a few weeks ago. Me: I drew it three days ago! ::happy sigh:: I couldn't ask for better friends! ::hugs Chungy:: Priscilla said at 9:02 PM So far, Alicey is the only one to comment on my new stuff in Elfwood. ::showers Alicey with cookies and showers all others with ball bearings:: I love my Alicey! And I just realized how terrifying Rebecca's card is. The school computers are really strange and evil. I think I'll fix a few aspects this evening.
Priscilla said at 8:56 PM Happy Birthday to Rebecca! Apologies for lateness. Inspiration from Sannali! ::hugs:: Hope you like it!
Priscilla said at 8:44 PM My Elfwood and Fanart galleries have been updated! Go see! Go comment! Go forth into joy! Of course, those that read my weblog have already seen them, but oh well. ::shrugs::
Priscilla said at 8:06 AM Want to know what would make my life so much happier? If I had my own personal Paul McCartney that would follow me around to all my classes and such and sing to me whenever I was feeling sad or irritated. Maybe if I had a tiny Paul that lived in my pocket, except with his normal voice and not the strident, squeaky voice one normally associates with tiny people. I could call him MiniPaul. Then I could give him a hug and a pat on the head and maybe a cookie. We would be such good friends, MiniPaul and me. I wish I had a MiniPaul.
Priscilla said at 12:01 AM
Wednesday, October 03, 2001
I've had a disturbing number of Moulin Rouge-related dreams lately. Would you like to hear about them? What? Of course you do! Sorry, I can't remember the dates.
Priscilla said at 10:33 PM I've got Aida stuck in my head.
Priscilla said at 9:58 PM ::gapes:: Go worship Monica's new art. Would one of you mind picking my chin up off the floor?
Priscilla said at 8:42 PM ELFWOOD IS BACK! ::explodes::
Priscilla said at 8:27 PM Okay, these people are cool:
Priscilla said at 8:01 AM I'm annoyed. Blogger has been cyberpatroled by my evil school server, so I won't be able to post from school. Drat. As if I ever have time to post from home! Schoolwork is piling up. My teachers are insane.
Priscilla said at 7:55 AM
Tuesday, October 02, 2001
Lord North fumed that only "New England fanatics" could imagine themselves oppressed by inexpensive tea.
Sometimes I wonder if lines in my history textbook are deliberately this entertaining, or if I'm just really bored. Another classic: By 1752 the Ohio Valley was the subject of competing claims by Virginia, Pennsylvania, France, and the Iroquois, as well as by the Indians who actually lived there. Priscilla said at 11:31 PM
Monday, October 01, 2001
Wow. That entry was longer than I thought it would be. Erm... humor me, will you?
Priscilla said at 10:52 PM Today is a date in binary. The day's number is either 25 or 37, depending on whether you're a silly American or not.
Priscilla said at 10:49 PM Let's run through a play-by-play recount of today's events, shall we?
Math Phys class: PRO - I knew stuff that few others could figure out. I felt special. I felt prepared for the upcoming test. Go me. PRO - We watched part of a Feynman lecture. That rocked. Feynman is my hero. CON - I realized that my huge lab of doom is due Wednesday, and as the link port to my calculator is broken, I won't be able to access my data, unless I type it in by hand. Holy gods. Break Time: PRO - My advisees were jealous when I told them about the Beatles albums. All was groovy. PRO - Mackenzie brought her world-renound Dip of Glory. This is the only chip dip I'll ever eat. It's absolutely delicious. CON - I found out the hard way that I started my period today. Like a fool, I didn't pack any pads. CON - I realized that I hadn't brought my script with me and I hadn't completely memorized my lines for "Ten Little Indians". Mrs. Felice would have my head on a platter. History Class: CON - Boring. And when Mrs. Johnson randomly called on me, I started talking about the Townshend Acts instead of the Stamp Act. Doof. Conference Period: CON - Cramps really started kicking in, which is unusual for my first day. I sat very uncomfortably, reading as much of the Joy Luck Club as possible so that I wouldn't have to later this evening and I'd eventually be able to read "The Truth". CON - I wanted to play in the Computer Lab, but the internet was down AGAIN. This is seriously irritating. Lunch: PRO - Food is edible. Good sign. Enjoyed the company of Chungy and Cherise, among others. CON - Slightly dazed from period-induced cramps and headache. P.E./Yoga: PRO - Miss Childers took pity on my cramped state and showed me a yoga position that would help. It helped a bit. CON - I had to spend over an hour in said position. Moving minimally. Staring at completely white walls. CON - I didn't get to ask her about my neck. It still hurts occasionally. Applied Calculus: PRO - hanging with Dubsky and Chungy is always groovy. PRO - I was one of few that understood the homework and some of the practice problems of doom. A few minutes after school: PRO - I was free! Or no, not really. I had rehearsals. Hell. And Mrs. Felice would kill me for not having my lines perfectly memorized. CON - Someone told me Jo wanted to talk to me. Great. Jo is in charge of t-shirts for JETS this year, which waffles from dream to nightmare every few minutes. Jo says she wants to use Cafe Press Colors and intends to make the order that evening. I chide her for not consulting the group, as Cafe Press Colors is a really stupid idea in this situation (I used kinder words). She leaves in a huff. I flail to Caroline (the JETS president), and she says to "take it up with Jo". Great advice. CON - Now I have a really bad headache. PRO - I get the secret joy that I have one-upped Jo, as I have the files and she doesn't. I bask in the knowledge that if I don't send her the files tonight, she won't be able to send off the design to Cafe Press Colors and we'll be able to actually discuss the issue democratically in tomorrow's JETS meeting. We have triumphed over the tyrants! [Note: I love Jo. She rocks. She just acted in an incredibly foolish manner today.] PRO - As the carpool rides to Jesuit for rehearsals, Paulette lets me hold her stuffed animal (don't ask me why she had it) because I was so upset and irritated and PMSing in general. Rehearsals: PRO - Patrick let me borrow his script for a while so that I could make sure I knew my lines. PRO - I knew them better than I thought I did. I would survive! CON - Wearing a perpetual scowl for about an hour and a half can't be good for my skin. This adds to my headache. And my spine hurts from my Perfect Posture of Doom. And I had to be Emily twice today, while Casey just had to once. ? - As we're leaving, Patrick asks me out on a movie date for Friday. Oh, nelly. Patrick's an awesome person, but I can't think of him as a boyfriend. And according to Tom, the Stage Manager, the cast is already abuzz with the rumor that Patrick and I are a couple. Gah. Oh well, I said yes anyway. Zoolander for Friday night, after rehearsals. PRO - I convinced my mom that I needed a break, and she allowed me to not drive home for once. Thank god. No way I could drive with this degree of exhaustion, headacheness, cramps, and PMS. Evening: PRO - We eat at Mi Cocina. I love Mi Cocina. Great tortilla soup and nachos. And my mom drives home, which is always appreciated. PRO - While I usually consider PSAT sessions to be CON, sessions with the infinitely groovy Marsha Foulks are always PRO. Marsha is just nifty. Yay! And we constructed sentences for our amusement using as many vocab words as possible. And we debated which word was better: lugubrious or egregious. Fun. PRO - I finally update my weblog, and squeal with the anticipation of the thousands of comments I'm going to receive, right? PRO - Writing this entry has great therapeudic value. Priscilla said at 10:25 PM GOOD GOD, NO! "Daily" Sketch updated.
Priscilla said at 10:13 PM Caelyn informs me that sprachtenntnisse means "language knowledge". Hell.
Und die Sprachkenntnisse der Verfasserin lassen manchmal ein wenig zu wünschen übrig: (Latein!). = And the language knowledge of the author leaves a little something to be desired. (Latin!) Excuse me for having parents that made me take French, despite my pleas to take Latin instead. There's only so far you can go with an online Latin language dictionary, buckoes. ::wrinkles nose, determined not to let this bother her:: Priscilla said at 12:13 AM Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission.
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