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| 09:44pm 08/04/2003 |
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mood:  cheerful music: "haunted" - evanescence
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You know you're a Chem geek when, after several attempts at waking up and slogging through math homework, you decide to fuck it and take out the practise problems you got in Chem today, and just the act of looking at them and thinking about them wakes and cheers you up completely.
I am a Chem geek. :D
However, I'm a Chem geek who needs to know what state Pb(C2H3O2)2 would be in in the following equation:
Pb2+ (aq) + 2NO3 - (aq) + Ba2+ (aq) + 2C2H3O2 -(aq) --> Pb(C2H3O2)2 ( ?? ) + Ba2+ (aq) + 2NO3 - (aq)
Providing that's actually the right ionic equation, that is. o_o Anyone know? Ah'd appreciate it. ;D
It also takes a certain amount of dedication to type out all those stupid <font size=1> tags. Oy. *_* |
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| 08:39pm 08/04/2003 |
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mood:  tired music: "nancy boy" - placebo
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SotD: ( Pure Morning - Placebo )
So, I talked with my mom. She was perfectly agreeable to taking me to the doctor's, then my stepdad had to come in and start bitching about how late I'm up on the computer, "alec said he thought you were on at 12:30 blah blah", and so on and so forth. At that point I unmuted Buffy, as my other option was to stop quietly strangling myself and yell accusatory things involving ODin and the price of liver transplants.
Also talked about prom. She wants more details about it. Boat shit, blah blah, too fucking tired to explain right now. And I still have that math homework to do. Why, god, why didn't I do it earlier? Tara proffered the idea of an anti-prom, which is far more enticing than actually going to prom. But we'll see. I called Amanda, she thought I was Marina ("No, actually, this is Diana." ".. oh. *delicate cough.*" "... X.X *mental friendly stabbing.*"), and then she said she'd call me back. Oh well.
So sleepy. So, so sleepy. Want to wash face. Will go do so, then do math homework. Weepity, weepity.
o/~ And it all breaks down / To role reversal .. o/~ |
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| 06:30pm 08/04/2003 |
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mood: gloomy music: "turn me on mr. dead man" - the union underground
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I miss Clinton.
I grew up with that guy as President. The first election I was aware of? The one where he beat Bush, when I was in 1st grade. The next election that I cared about? The one where Dubya was elected, when I was in 8th grade. During some of the most crucial times in my young life, he was my President. Obviously, since I was so young, I didn't hold any opinion on him other than "dud3 ur k3lwi3z" but since the social blight on his career involved something I didn't even care about -- do you think I give a crap who he's getting head from? heeeeell no. -- I never saw anything that would indicate I should dislike him.
*flops.* Nai. And it saddens me that the Democrats are swiftly losing time to organise and nominate themselves a strong candidate for 2004. I want a Democratic president again. Gore .. neh. I'd really have to go over his positions on things, because I haven't ever gotten any real strong "presidential material" vibes from him, but if we could find someone .... >.<
Unusually dark-mood-ish today, possibly due to the lack of painkillers, which has resulted in not only the sensation that my face bones are attempting to separate themselves (something that even the most zealous of pressure-point-poking isn't relieving) but the realisation that, without painkillers, my shoulders hurt a lot. x_x Ugh. My right eyesocket. Just ... die, already.
On the positive side, I finished all my English reading, all the APUSH homework that's due this week, and only have 3 weeks of Math homework to make up by tomorrow. :D I kin do this, yesh ah kin.
And now, leaving you to a Democrat's concession. |
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| 09:23am 08/04/2003 |
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( Learner Type 4. )
Obviously, I finished it. I'm a 4-2 (apparently unusual?); Nikas and Barnes said they were, too.
Bah! Hooker! Do not put down the English teachers! *stabs arnerich.* Poveri professori. |
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| 08:50am 08/04/2003 |
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Goal for today: not take anything. Huzzah for me.
I got 8 1/2 hours of sleep last night, and had to drag myself out of bed this morning. We're shooting for 9 o'clock tonight. :D |
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| 07:53pm 07/04/2003 |
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mood: guilty music: "four leaf clover" - modest mouse
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Those scary chocolates, the ones that look like chocolate-covered chocolate, but taste like chocolate cherries or somesuch? Not worth the eating. -_-; Inspire more feelings of guilt than pleasure.
I need to stop eating stuff for dessert. I've gone for months without, before; maybe if I start refilling my waterbottles more routinely there'll be less with the "want. something. eat. drink. now."
Bitch bitch whine whine. I know, I'm exciting. ;)
Qotd:
Duck. - Tara. multiple times. with great vigour. |
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| *quietly bats light away.* |
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| 06:14pm 07/04/2003 |
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mood: druggy-esque music: "this picture" - placebo
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I must find a way to get my mom to a) take me to the doctor so they can prescribe something for these headaches, or b) buy me some really kick-ass painkillers. *weep.* So, after going all weekend without painkillers and feeling fairly positive about it (whee! not addicted!) I decided to take something more innocuous than Excedrin or codeine, and took six Tylenol at 8:30 instead. (i intended to take four, but there were six in my hand and i got distracted and took them all. urk.) That didn't kill the pressure points, but made life fairly bearable for most of the day, until the pain slowly started re-emerging. Right after school, it was uncomfortable, but not unbearable -- but within 15 minutes, I was using my knuckles to try and get the pressure points in and around my eyebrows to go away. *more weepiness.* It hurt so much. The fucked-up thing was, it was just my face -- eyebrows eyesockets cheeks nosebridge. The rest of my head felt (comparatively) fine. x_x
On the positive side, because of this (and the two excedrin that are just about at full working-ness) I refilled my film cannister.
Oh! *fume.* I never knew that, after I had the pre-braces operation thingy, I was on Tylenol #3 for a while. There's a prescription in my mom's cabinet for me, quarter-full of 'em. Unfortunately, they start "losing potency" 6/02, so I dunno if I'll take 'em. *eyeballs.* Losing potency doesn't mean they spoil or whatever, right? Just that you have to take more to have them work as effectively.
Seriously, though. -_-; This bad. Finally thought I had these things under control, and then bam! I don't. Also bad: I can't find the regular tylenol bottle. x_X No refills for Tabby. We went with Ibuprofen instead.
*idle prodding.* Huh. I didn't know that blood vessels enlarged before headaches/migraines. Funkified. |
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| 10:52pm 06/04/2003 |
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mood: amused music: "imaginary" - evanescence
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Nice advertising, Puma. Get a swanky bag and you too can give better blowjobs!!!
.. yeah. Halfway done with my essay. o_o Tomorrow is going to be evil! to wake up to.
I desperately need to paint my fingernails. ::weep.:: I think I'll do them during tutorial, o qualcosa. o_o
Also: glowing kitties! Heart. :D
slinky95130: what, is aquafina the official drink of the united stalkers association (...USA... um...)
XD I support the USA. O:D |
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| 04:38pm 06/04/2003 |
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mood:  accomplished music: "15 stories" - jump little children
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1. Work for an extra hour and a half, even. overtime, baybee.
2. APUSH Essay
3. French homework
4. English homework
5. Finish uploading luORG
w00t. Maybe I will get all of this done.
Yeah. rêvasserie has a new layout. My pitch at a war protest, and deceptively simple-looking. Damned fixed position graphics. If you visit and find mistakes, email or IM me toute suite, so I kin fix 'em. x.x
I'm almost done with this weekend. If I can make it to tomorrow, I'll have gone the entire weekend without taking any painkillers. (as my simmering hairline and insane pressure points attest to.) Hold strong, me! o_O |
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| 11:42pm 05/04/2003 |
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mood: tired music: "i stand alone" - godsmack
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To Do List: (not people, either. *fingersnap.*)
1. Work
2. APUSH Essay
3. French homework
4. English homework
5. Finish uploading luORG
Et maintenant, parce que c'est très tard, j'irai coucher. Bon nuit. |
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| 10:40pm 05/04/2003 |
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music: "devil's dance floor" - flogging molly
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I love Cnn.com. You start out with a mild innuendo -- Baghdad squeezed -- and follow up with the shocking news:
• Several loud explosions heard in Baghdad
I wonder where those came from. *eyeroll.*
Watch Mr. Holland's Opus with Tara. Awwww. :D He lurrrrved the student. The student lurrrrved him more, and wanted him to run away to New York with her. *shifty-eyes.* I say he should've gone. Leave the child a stereo set and go write muzak. Oh well.
And by the way, Tara -- don't take my mom's shit to heart, or pay it any significant mind. It affects me more than anyone else, really, because she sits around and shit-talks all my friends, but then let's me do stuff with them, and associate with them, and all of that. So yeah. o_O
Very tired, however. I kept yawning. Stupid Daylight Savings Time, or whatever. Night. Love ya later. |
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| 04:50pm 05/04/2003 |
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mood:  infuriated music: "broken" - modest mouse
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ARGH. I am going to bleeping KILL the servers at luORG. SHEEZY. All I want to do is upload a fucking .js file ALL THE WAY, and can it do that? NO. ARGH. Am SERIOUSLY infuriated by this. JUST. UPLOAD. BITCH.
::hatchet-slaughters.::
And I had ALMOST gotten through the day without a fucking headache. Goddamnit.
(gratuitous swearing provided to you by the following sponsors: wireless internet, lucciola.org, e-starr.net, and ace ftp.) |
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| 12:17pm 05/04/2003 |
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mood: excited music: "mice eat cheese" - modest mouse
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Nee! It's working. :D I've actually got a semi-decent hold of the Greek alphabet. Not that I have anything more than a vague clue of how all of this is pronounced, but I can at least recognise and convert to standard English text the symbols and whatnot ... ::happy flutters.:: I am so asking for a "Teach yourself Greek!" cd-set thingy for my birthday. Oh yes indeed. :D :D
In other news, San Jose State has an Int'l Bus. program. c.c And they teach Greek, Italian, and French. Added it to my college list on collegeboard.com. Not that I don't want to get far far away, but ...
In other news, I need a shower. Icky.
But I installed Greek, Hebrew, and Arabic fonts on my computer, so I forgive myself. ^_^ |
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| 10:56am 05/04/2003 |
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mood: busy music: "days before you came" - placebo
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My cat, aside from being a champion purr-er, also has the ability to vibrate my entire chair while stretching. O_O Quite nearly fell off. "That's .. not .... my cell phone."
Mornin'. I want a shower. Want Cai to call me, and want to finish trying to figure out this Greek word to see if I get the alphabet, or if I'm just insanely stupid. Yes'm. |
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| 09:40pm 04/04/2003 |
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mood: bored music: "death of seasons" - a.f.i.
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Randomly rooting around, and found an old-ish article whose headline leads me to be believe that sudden death may be fatal.
Bored. Je penses que j'irai laver ma visage. Ouiiiiias. |
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| 08:57am 04/04/2003 |
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mood: bored
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Goddamn. Am getting increasingly frustrated -- two Excedrin yesterday just didn't cut it. Still had these mad pressure points. Stupid codeine, upping my expectations. Damn, that worked well. No headache, not even pressure points in my eyebrows and around my eyes. Mmmmm.
Browsing random journals, and found this. Irreverent as hell, but I find it amusing.
TWO sexified movies come out today. ::weep.:: Both rated R. Goddamn, whyyyyy? Two months before my birthday. ::teeth-grinds.:: Oh well. Cai's 17, she can get us in. Yeah. Phone Booth and A Man Alone. Mmmmmmmm. I'll go see the Colin one before the Vin one, because although Vin is a demi-god, Colin is a full god, who has usurped Vin's position. Poor Vin. We love Colin bestest. :D
We tried 3 Excedrin today. Hopefully that'll work, and maybe wake me up a little. c.c
Ugh. I need to be around peeeeeeople when I drink so much caffeine, or else it doesn't do anything. Honestly. Last night I wasn't twitchy at all -- all it did was make me have to pee, and make it take longer for me to go to sleep. Weep. Shoulda called Cai. c.c
Oh well. I go now. Stupid DDC testing. x.x |
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| 04:28pm 03/04/2003 |
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mood: crazy music: "i don't want to come back down from this cloud" - bush
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Oh, I'm not Christian, but that doesn't stop the feeling of power that totally existed today during Christin's funeral. We stood forever, but luckily I had my fuck-me boots on, and so was able to stand without being too uncomfortable. And listening to the singing, the chanting, the prayers ... lovely.
That's partially what pisses me off about my dad, when he makes comments about other religions' songs (tibetian monks, the like.) being "just noise". I think they're pretty. Not all flowery like Western Christianity, but more monotone and deeper-seated. Mmmm.
Povera Maria. She's really not dealing well with this, poor chiquita. ;_;
We (Aye Liz Me) went to Una Mas afterwards. Litre-sized drinks. Mountain Dew. You can bet that I'm almost done with my second litre. :D
I'm saddened, though. Either I've suddenly built up a really amazing caffeine tolerance, or it's just not affecting me like it used to. ;_; My hands are hardly shaking -- normal, noncaffinated style -- and I'm not bouncing off the walls, either. Alack, so much for that high.
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| 08:45am 03/04/2003 |
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mood:  awake music: "rap superstar" - cypress hill
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Things That Tabbies Do When Left To Their Own Devices On A School Morning:
1. Take 15 minute showers, because they ..
2. Forget they've already washed their hair, and do it again.
3. Eat stale bread, and enjoy it.
4. Determine that, in lieu of coffee, Mountain Dew is a perfectly acceptable breakfast-drink substitute.
5. Lose track of their animals.
Where are my pets? ::suspicious looks.::
My eyelid is twitching. Stupid eyelid.
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| 09:20pm 02/04/2003 |
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mood: relieved music: "imperfect girl" - t.a.t.u.
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Aiiii. Thank deities. O_O Don't injure him too much, Tara? Just enough to communicate concern/"do. not. do. that. again. booger." *snug.* |
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