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Sweet Lurlina... [Mar. 13th, 2006|12:48 am]
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Fucking fucking hormones.
I mean, damn!

Tonight alone I was swooning over about 5 different guys in the audience, Fiyero (omg&060;333), and a dude playing a flying monkey, for fuck's sake. (...he had a mohawk.)

Not that it's the most serious of afflictions to have, but I just end up feeling stupid all day when I'm around people, particularly of the opposite sex and similar age. ("similar" is highly subjective, as well)

I feel like... well, last year. Or the year before that. Or before that. It's rotten.

Wicked was pretty sweet, by the way. I'll write about it later but at the moment I'm about to fall over, though I still have lots of work to do. rats.
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I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK. [Nov. 1st, 2005|11:10 pm]
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[Spirits | awake]
[Voices |Maroon 5 - Pure Imagination]

Oh speaking of my darling girlfrkiend...She used such a cute synonym for fellatiing last night during one of our nightly romps...I can't remember what it was right now, I'd have to check my IM log.

And Ykari...Ah, nice girl. I'm afraid my darling Joyuna might get a tad mad if I made any overt advances towards her same-age rival though, so that'll have to stay where it is for now.


XD

So, damn. It's 10 already. Got home from choir at 4p, rested and checked in on the internet a little and then went out to dinner. Directly after, Paula and Dad and I went to the mall.
Looked, giggled, recounted quite loudly to Paula random events of Halloween and the anime con.

And somehow, got home, showered, and now it's 10 o'clock.

Cool things happened at the mall. We went into Spencer and found a Rocky Horrror trivia game! And I started freaking out about it and hardly even noticed that Trent was the cashier staring at me. I noticed him, gave a "hello" and continued to freak out.

Saw a Pope John Paul II action figure at KBToys. Amidst all the Barbie dolls.

Someone I did not recognise said "Hi Joy" to me in the bathroom. Um...

Went to Walden's, skimmed over the comic rack again. I'd done so before earlier last month so I wasn't expecting to find anything I wanted.
But I did! Yaaaay Infinite Crisis #1, a month late!
It's coolness, but I'm too used to reading whole stories compiled into one book. This is like an episode of a TV show (complete with commercials... gah ads) with a major cliffhanger.

After that we went to Borders and while Paula went looking for I-dunno-what, I hopped over to the graphic novel section to see if they had anything interesting. They had a $75 copy of Watchmen, so I guess that's interesting.
I spent the time flipping through the first volumes of Sandman and Y: The Last Man, which no other bookstore ever seems to have. I look forward to getting them eventually (I'm getting the first Y in December, dunno about Sandman). The big coffeetable-type book I got about Sandman not too long ago made me convince myself that Sandman was awesome, and you know what? I was right. So I'll need to get more of that.

All running around and no schoolwork makes for a lazy-ass Joy. My report card grade for Chem is a 77, after the curve. Meep.
And I've lots I could have done tonight. Which I didn't. Muh.

~Joy has Academic Team tomorrow! Rejoice!
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"Because if this were real it would be fucking terrifying." [Sep. 15th, 2005|07:38 pm]
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[Spirits | busy]
[Voices |Jason Mraz - Rocket Man]

Rofl.
http://www.monkeyspit.net/4thwall/011703.php

I've only been sniffing through this webcomic for a few minutes, and already have seen 4 "Jean Grey keeps coming back from the dead" jokes. TWO with Monty Python references.
Really funny though.

http://www.chick.com/tractimages58714/1025/1025_08.gif
...God "let them find corn" after they nearly froze and starved. Dick.

In Choir, John came in wearing a painfully ugly pimp hat (and: Why is there a picture of Domo-kun on the 3rd Googleimage page for Pimp Hat?), his normal painfully ugly soul patch and a goatee to match, making him look like some 70's devil.
Except he also had glasses. So once he took off the hat and I was able to get over the facial hair, damn did he look nice.

Tonight is the last night of Evolution Schmevolution week on The Daily Show (were it that I lived a 4-day week!). Sad. It's getting pretty lukewarm treatment by some of the folks over at Pharyngula, but I can understand that because they eat live breathe science and evolution: TDS is targeted at not these people, but at the average 18-34 viewer. It did its job very well for the audience in mind.

I have been surprised at how much the whole series of shows has felt like it was "preaching to the choir", though. TDS never honestly claims to be fair and balanced or an authoratative news source or anything like that, but all of these shows have played with the attitude of "I know evolution is fact, you know evolution is fact, let's laugh at these other people and their weak arguments for a little while."
Maybe it's just my community (here's hoping!), but I can think of SO FEW other people who would relate and enjoy something like this it seems like a very daring move. TDS being as wildly popular as it is, this stance is bound to alienate some viewers.

I'd like to thank Jon Stewart, Ed Helms, Lewis Black for restoring my faith in humanity. A little bit.

YAY!
http://www.afa.net/petitions/images/tylenolpm.jpg
First homosexual magazines are just wrong. Magazines should not be having sex with magazines. Magazines should have sex with newspapers. That's the way God intended it. When a magazine has sex with another magazine, it makes the baby Jesus cry.

Know what's more fun than a box of shit-slinging, disease-carrying monkeys? Rolling the hell out of every single R in Dragostea din Tei, and imitating the Romanian as best you can. "vrrreeeejsa vrrrrreshtarrrr numa numa iei, numa numa numa ei, numanumanuma iei, kittoturrrrrshti drrrrragostyueah din teeeeejjjji ndadifeesccc deiohhh ki tejjejejejejejeje"
Faux Romanian brought to you by O-Zone, Joy, and the gift of mimicry.

We had a neat activity in Spanish today, even if it did get tedious halfway through. We're learning the verb seguir, to follow (among other things). Mr. Ammerman instructed us to line up in alphabetical order without speaking any English, and then we went down the line saying things like "Sigo a Andrew F." or "Sammie G. me sigue". It was a nice way to change the class up a bit.

No Chem work tonight, which is a bloody miracle. Journalism drafts ARE due tomorrow however so omgI'mgoingtowriteitnowandstopwastingmytimewiththisentry.
Wonder if that word will stretch my table on my journal page. XD;;

~Joy will spend some time OFF of SD. Won't she?
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Nochnoj Rejs? [Sep. 14th, 2005|02:23 am]
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[Spirits | anxious]
[Voices |Suspenseful music from Red Eye OOooo]

...What. I love the internet. Also, I'm so confused.

I'd checked my Red Eye file previously, because I wanted a screencap from it. Everything's fine - the picture's well enough and you can hear everything okay. I've just started running through the main titles though, and this is our title screen:



The film's not dubbed or anything, the title just happened to be in Russian...? Or maybe I'm going insane.

Speaking of, allow me to quote John from choir today:
It's astounding.
Time is fleeting.
Madness...takes its toll.
Swear to IPU, is there anything that guy doesn't geek out about? It only comes out at random intervals to tempt and torture people like me.

I've come to the conclusion that I desperately need to get to bed at a normal time now. AP Chem, the class I'm likely to struggle most in, is pure torture at the moment. It's a bunch of seemingly simple enough math problems, that we go through every day and then she assigns us some homework. Everything's tedious, but I need to work hard in the class and I know this. However, I doze off every couple of minutes. I've been half asleep in that class for at least the past week. From Spanish onward (bell 3) I'm fine, energetic even, but first bell especially I can't keep my eyes open. I've interrupted my sleep at a point where it's deepest and my brain wants to go back.

And this is really helping, writing in my journal at 2:30a, isn't it? All talk and no action. I'm going to write my journalism article.

~Joy
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"Leeet's dooo the saaame shiiit agaaaain!" [Jun. 22nd, 2005|01:45 pm]
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[Spirits | good]
[Voices |The Rocky Horror Show 1995 Studio Cast - The Time Warp]

Say it with me now: AWWWW MAAAAN!
It's time for the 1 o'clock in the afternoon just-woken-up why-the-fuck-can't-these-just-be-real summer dreams roundup. My vision is still blurry from waking up and I can't type well, but I had a few very worthwhile dreams.

The first was another school dream. I always have school dreams through the first month or so of summer, presumably because my subconcious is so thick that it doesn't realise that school is over.
In today's dream, it was the last day of school and everyone went to the zoo, including seniors. Joy E. was there and so was CJ. I recognized Mrs. Yarchi, Zach, and Jule as well. I think Paula might have been there too, actually. Hrm.

Anyway, after random zoo stuff (I love the zoo okay?), we were all rounded up into this big gymnasium place with tables and stuff. Everyone hung out and chatted and this one girl borrowed my cell phone and was completely confused and took forever to call someone and wouldn't give it back. I gave up on her and sat down at a table.
I noticed across from me (maybe I noticed before I sat down, and sat at that spot intentionally) someone slumped over sleeping. It was CJ.

"That's a good idea," I thought, and magically pulled out a blanket and draped it over me and put my head down. It was quite cozy. Part of the blanket was draped over CJ as well and he pulled it over so that it was over both of us. Then we just randomly held hands and I fell asleep.

I 'woke up' (still dreaming, mind you!) in a strange bed. I was in CJ's house. Sadly nothing more happened in this dream other than some nonsensical computer-snooping. But it was a fun, fun dream.

Here's a shorter, sweeter, more interesting dream: I dreamt that we went to RHPS again and it was awesome but the cast was completely different. Brian was there and even in dreams I suck ass at the Time Warp. XP

Anyway I'm going to the library today to pick up a shitload of manga, comics and otherwise readable material before we go to Chicago. I really don't know how long the flight's going to be, but I'm on a reading streak anyway so I want a lot of stuff. Later today or tomorrow I'm going to go scannerwild and post an entry about the time yesterday afternoon when I went raiding my dad's bookshelf. Fun fun.

~Joy went to bed at a decent hour last night! Honest! But still she slept until one.
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[Jun. 19th, 2005|03:27 pm]
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Wow. Cillian Murphy actually distracted some of the straight guys over at SuperDickery.

You know you're the hottest fucking thing ever when even people from the other side are checking you out.
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"Scarecrow, you're... You're made of STRAW!" [Jun. 15th, 2005|09:03 pm]
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[Spirits |entertained]
[Voices |Modest Moussorgsky - Night On Bald Mountain]

Hah, yes. I saw the new Batman movie today. It was good and left me with even more of an urge to go to the library on a comics binge. I finished Last Chance to See but the library closes in either 7 minutes or negative 53 minutes, so I have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to refill myself with books.

May I gush for a moment? Why, thank you. I think I will.
The character who ends up spoiler ) is... awesome. Ohmygod he is so attractive.
Here he is. http://imdb.com/name/nm0614165/
He looks so much better in the film, though. Clear bright blue eyes behind silver glasses... Amazingly black hair... My god. It was very hard to concentrate with him on screen.
And he's a psychiatrist, albeit a bit of a crazy himself. I dunno, he's just all-around hawt.

'Kay, gushing over, you can come out now.
There was a completely unnecessary love interest. Katie Holmes is the cutest thing ever, and her character in itself wasn't that bad, but of course they had to kiss at the end. Every movie has to have a kiss at the end. Honestly.

Alfred is a pimp.

And Bruce Wayne is apparently a ninja. The end.

~Joy gives it an 8 o' 10.
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el scorrrrcho >_>; [Jun. 12th, 2005|12:20 am]
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[Spirits | lonely]
[Voices |Weezer - El Scorcho]

When one is angsting over lack of friends/significant others, it is rather unwise to go through a chain of people's friends on Myspace. Almost anyone ends up looking sexy. Especially when they have Hitchhiker's Guide in their 'books' category and their AIM name ends in 42. And they like Weezer.
*whimper*

And how can this stupid song bring a mild angst and longing to a full-blown "now I won't be able to sleep" situation? This fucking song always does that. For no reason at all.
http://www.bertilow.com/persone/tekstoj/en_la_spegulo.html
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I want to elboxsex CJ... [May. 28th, 2005|10:45 am]
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[Spirits | giggly]
[Voices |Richard Cheese - Rape Me]

I had a really weird, long, funny, interesting, and kray-zay dream. So sit back, fasten your safety belts and enjoy Joy's life scewed just so to fit into a dream.

I was in Mrs. Keegan's classs (Math), except we were watching a movie. We were watching Brother Bear and I think I was using a laptop. At the same time we were watching the movie, I was reading slash (...) about it. I was making notes about how the slash didn't fit at all into the storyline and how it didn't fit the characters.

Zach was sitting next to me. He actually really liked the film. He kept telling me about little easter eggs and techincal details about the DVD, which brings up a small issue I've been having - ever since showing the slightest interest in games, Penny Arcade, and computers, Zach has been telling me anything and everything about computers he can think of. I kind of feel like I've been plunged head-first into a programmer job, with me not even knowing how to use DOS properly. So I just smile and nod but I feel like I'm kind of letting Zach down because of it.

CJ was in class too. He sat by a girl who resembled Jackie from choir, the sweetest and nicest girl you will ever meet, but she seemed to be his sister or something. When I walked by his desk he told me "So we're gonna have a little party tonight, huh?" I blinked, confused. The 'sister' told me that she and CJ were coming over to my house that evening because their parents had to meet up and do something with my mom.
I was extremely excited. I mean, why wouldn't I be. Aieee.

Suddenly I felt a strong, immediate urge to go to the bathroom. This unfortunately is a very common theme in my dreams because: a. Whenever I wake up on a school day, the first thing I do is use the bathroom, and b. Whenever I have a weekend, I sleep in, which leads to c. I often get bladder urges on weekend mornings while I'm still sleeping. This never leads to anything outside of the dreams, thank god, but I feel like I have to go to the bathroom in a lot of my dreams. o.O

Anyway, that paragraph was meant for something, I swear. So, having to go to the bathroom, I went up to Mrs. Keegan's desk and asked her if passes were still being restricted. This is important BECAUSE: Yesterday, Mr. Ashworth came on the intercom and told everyone after 5th bell that all bathroom passes were now void and no one should be in the halls between then and the end of the day. So this show that the "setting" of the dream is after yesterday, which means that CJ should not be there.

She said that passes were still restricted, but class was almost over.
I'm pretty sure in my dream that I did go to my locker and there was a terrible after-school rush and all that crap, but the next important thing happened while I was safe in my home.

Kinda safe in my home anyway.

I didn't know when CJ would get here, so I was excited and scared and waiting.
One interesting thing to note about this dream was that it was unusually accurate of my house's floorplan. Many times in my dreams rooms will shift, or the house will be something completely different. From this dream, I can point out to you exactly where I was sitting or standing when I was doing different things.

So we've already covered Disney, crushes and school, here's another facet that reared its head: Comics.

On the news they said that a group of people were on the loose - they were very dangerous and everyone should be careful. I looked at the pictures and recognised them. They were from the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (...except The Thing. I don't know wtf he was doing there.).
And here's where we start getting into the many subtle layers of geekery: Mina Murray, nee Harker, is the only woman in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. She also doesn't have any powers other than being exceptionally awesome and having been a vampire at one point in time.
She was given powers for the movie, I think.
Silk Spectre/Laurie Juspeczyk [and her mother, Sally, who used the same name] is the only prominent woman in Watchmen. She, like the majority of the other heros in Watchmen, had no powers and were just sort of Batman-type vigilantes, which is much the point. For the movie, she is being given some powers. They are renaming her Slingshot, because she can like... shoot balls of energy from her peace sign-imitating fingers. Wtf.
So here's the connection: In my dream, Mina was given powers and she gave herself the name Firewall. I know. And guess what she could do? Yes, she could create walls of fire. Hah.

So we went around being scared for a little bit until the came to our door. Eep. We (though I'm not sure who exactly 'we' was... Maybe just Paula and I) hid in the back of the house while they wreaked their havoc in the front. I don't know why they were here or what they were looking for, but in the end the damage was basically just this: Someone got knocked out and had to be put on a stretcher in the living room, many of the books around the computer were scattered on the floor, and two of the three hinges on the bathroom door were broken.

They left. The cats came out from their hiding place in their room and I came out from mine. I sat on the steps and looked into the living room (if you can't envision what I'm talking about, I can't really explain it. Our staircase goes up to the back end of the 2nd floor, and the first 1/3 of the staircase is the non-existent 'wall' of the living room).

For no adequately explained reason, Frank-N-Furter was sitting on the couch next to the KO'd man on the stretcher. At this point I was either schizophrenic, had a cell phone, or Halo could talk, because I sat there on the steps with Halo in my lap and I was talking to Lu. The unconcious man was old and ugly and Lu asked me "Are you getting hot?" about the man. I said, "I am, but that's because Frank's on the couch." I went upstairs because I decided I had to go to the bathroom again.

In the bathroom I found a bunch of old magazines and flyers - I mean, reaaally old. A couple were from the 60's or 70's because they had colour photographs on the covers, but a lot of them were reeeeaaally old. They were about jungle exploration and different "_____'s of the world" (the greengrocer's apostrophe really stuck out in my mind).

After that I went to the downstairs bathroom and finally was able relieve myself, but not before realising that the door was nearly unhinged. Damn you, The Thing. Damn you.

The phone rang and a woman left a message on the answering machine. I can only assume it was CJ's mom. She was talking about answering an email and they'd be there soon.
Me, being the nosy little snot that I am, went to the computer and checked my dad's sent email items.
It was a really long and in-depth email. At the end of it was a list, of articles of clothing and names.
It didn't take me long to realise that it was some sort of RHPS cast list. Dad played Brad, my mom played Columbia (o.o?!), and people I didn't know played most of the rest. I was at the end of the list, and it said that I could be Columbia if Mom didn't want to; otherwise I was Magenta. What was odd was that it wasn't my name as "Joy", but instead "Joyuna". I looked for CJ's name on the list but couldn't find it.

And this is about where the dream ends. CJ never showed and we never got to have that Rocky Horror party. Stupid dream. :P

This is one of the first signs I've given of actually missing CJ. All through the time he was there, it was really nice: I got the same high as I did with everyone else when I was with him, but I didn't feel any wrenching pain when he was gone; just an absense of the great happiness. I was sad about him leaving and all, sure, but he was like a drug with no withdrawal symptoms.

~Joy will have no crushes to fawn over during the summer... With any luck she WILL have some RHPS however.
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God Bless Lily St. Cyr [May. 17th, 2005|09:12 pm]
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[Spirits | annoyed]
[Voices |Ruths Hat - Super Heroes]

Owww.
My feet hurt, and my eye hurts. The first one is easy to explain - the Choir concert was tonight, and I was standing in uncomfortable shoes for the better part of two hours.
The second one requires a bit more explanation - I wanted to look semi-nice-ish-er than I usually do for the concert, so I decided to put on a little makeup. I don't usually wear makeup, er, EVER. So it was just some mascara and lipstick.
It does look nice, but because my lashes are usually so freakishly pale just like the rest of my body, it looks very very different from how I usually look. I was trying to wash it off... Explain to me though, how exactly one washes off *waterproof* mascara. Oops. So I tried a little soap on a q-tip. It worked fine, except for when I missed the lash. Owwww.

That took way too long to explain. Things that have happened...

Today was Gifted, yes. We went to Spring Grove Cemetery, which is huuuuge. 2nd largest cemetery in the US, and the 1st largest is not Arlington, believe it or not.
It was actually a lot more entertaining than I expected. I hung out with Hannah, Melissa and Mrs. Vater (pronounced but not spelled just the same as a certain Sith Lord...) basically the whole time. We had to find certain people's graves and make up stories about their lives. We also found a deer and I shot video footage of it. It was cute, okay?!

Oh yes - I brought Paula's video camera along. That was the point of the day, to make a small video. I shot footage after we got back from the cemetery for almost the entire last hour of school, and it was so much fun.

I watched the rest of Empire Strikes Back in the afternoon and before I knew it it was time for the concert.
But before I get to that...
Yoda is fucking wise ) (Spoiler maybe, but ONLY TO NAN =P)

The concert wasn't too bad. I think we were better yesterday, when the CD was being recorded, so that will be a treat to hear. John has been sick the last two days, so he couldn't sing his solo not for the CD nor the concert. =((( Morgan was there both times too, so I had no solo to sing. But I wasn't too disappointed at that and in fact rather pleased. I practically had a solo anyway on some parts because whenever the Sopranos were the only ones singing a part everyone would seem to "forget" to come in... I was in a really bad position for hearing, so that might just be it though.

Proof that my raging-insane-fucking-hormones know no gender: There's this girl in my choir right, and I really didn't know her I don't think. She was a quiet alto and all. When I was walking in the hall to the choir room, she was all "Hi Joy" for no apparent reason and I was all "Hi *smile* [umm I don't know you hi anyway but...?]."
So we were in the same group for Les Mis (Mrs. Wilson decided to pull back the quality of practice by a couple weeks by scattering us all around the stage the night before concert), and at the end of the concert she started getting hiccups. And it was the funniest and most adorable thing ever. The end. =]

Oh! Here's the language tidbit of the day:
Jade is a girl in our Choir. I don't know if she's part deaf or was deaf when she was young or has a family member who's deaf or what, but she signs fluently and so she signs the songs for Choir. While we were sitting in the audience while the CAD choir was singing their songs, she was signing to her mom who was in another section of the audience a few yards away.
Obviously I don't know much ASL, but But BUT!...
Jade's mom made a sign with her hands going all down her body among the signs of one sentence. Jade answered back with a bunch of signs, one that was sort of circly with something inside it that symbolised to me pregnancy --
Okay it's kind of an inside joke, but our Choir dresses are the ugliest and most unflattering things on earth, and they make our bellies look huge so everyone calls them Maternity Gowns.

Also later, Jade fingerspelled C-A-D and Jade's mom asked what and Jade signed (but also whispered) 'Creative Arts and Design' and then Jade's mom signed "Oh, I remember" and I was quite pleased to remember the sign for "remember"...
yeah. It's just that nice sort of feeling that comes from recognising 'ai' in a Chinese song or 'lied' in a German song - Languages I've never studied but pick up words anyway in. It makes me feel WARM AND FUZZY OKAY?!
...I really should look in to ASL some more, though. Aside from Spanish, it's the most common language that I can't help coming into contact with.

I definitely dooon't want to go back to normal classes. Fuck.
And the Rocky Horror songs WILL NOT GO AWAY. They've been in my head the entire day. They will not. Geeeeez.

~Joy has homework, but SW/Other assorted geekery > Homework at this point in time.
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[May. 10th, 2005|10:01 pm]
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[Spirits | horny]
[Voices |Michael Buble & Holly Palmer - Down With Love]

Newsflash: Michael Bublé is just about the sexiest man on the planet. Only he (and, perhaps, Survivor) can make me swoon so whenever a Starbucks commercial is aired.
It's incredible that such an amazing voice can come out of that guy, I swear.

So who's with me? Michael Bublé = The hot, beautifully voiced swinging sex.
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[May. 6th, 2005|04:26 pm]
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Today in choir: I was getting out my stuff when I saw John's familiar shoulder bag. Peeking out from under the top of it was a small, fluffy white towel.

I swear to god I just about had an orgasm then and there. He stuffed it in his back pocket during class and my heart still hasn't completely stopped fluttering. For god sakes.
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How to gush AND work on your artistic ability at the same time [Apr. 21st, 2005|11:19 pm]
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[Spirits | chipper]
[Voices |They Might Be Giants - Baroque Hoedown]

LET'S PLAY A GAME, GUYS!!!

I was bored and I need serious practice drawing people and especially guys, so I drew the guys that I know best.

GUESS WHICH OF JOY'S CRUSHES IS WHICH. Use the clues and the pictures. I'll give you a list of possible crushes if it's too hard. =P

Crush #1 )
Crush #2 )
Crush #3 )
Crush #4 )
Crush #5 )

As you can tell, I put more effort into some than others. And varying the poses was hard. XP

Whoever gets the most/all of them gets a cookie or something.

~Joy )

PS: Sometimes, random people are hot. (Needs myspace account, I think)
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Gushing + random thoughts [Apr. 19th, 2005|03:53 pm]
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[Spirits | weird]
[Voices |Gordon Merrick and Liz Enthusiasm - Under the milky way]

God, I love nerdy boys.

Not a crush, but today in Spanish I was sitting by Zach and looking through the Spanish book. There was a recipe for Cheese Flan. He said that it was immune to physical attacks and absorbed cheese attacks (cheese magic?). <333.

In Math CJ was talking some about Moore's Law to Mrs. Keegan, and afterwards about cursive handwriting. Zach and I joined in the conversation. CJ said that because he hasn't used cursive handwriting since elementary school, when he went in to get his driver's license he didn't know how to write a signature.

He was wearing a Tshirt with pixelized Link on it today, with a caption in Blackletter letters that said "Old school". Mree.

And today Holli's brother Brian was in the Journalism meeting for one reason or another. He saw my shirt (Mr. Period again because I have like 7 shirts total), and said "Hey, I know those guys!" And I'm all "=D! Penny Arcade." Happy happy.

...
http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&id=1808411970&cf=trailer
Watch the Fish clip. I can't help but thinking to myself, "What the FUCK have they done with my book?!"

Multilanguage Do You Hear the People Sing?. Way cool.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/linguaphiles/1562522.html

The results of today's Editors' Meeting are thus: Pat on the head for finishing the article, but already we're feeling the squeeze to get in Issue 9 stories. Stautberg says drafts are due next Wednesday. Arrrgh.

The new pope's name is Benedict. I like Eggs Benedict with potatoes.

Wondir is great, but there is so much abuse... XP

~Joy has finally found a great way to spend her aide period: Load the mp3 player up with half-hour HHG radio episodes, and kill half the hour listening to one of those and widening her HHG knowledge.
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Depositing the angst in the proper receptacle [Apr. 18th, 2005|08:16 pm]
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[Spirits | moody]
[Voices |The Office...Watching the Brit on my comp to review for Journalism]

I was kind of emo today. It's probably stupid to ruin my mood by opening up the scab again, but I think if I get it out it'll prevent it from coming back stronger tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever it decides to arise.

I was feeling slightly stupid in the morning, mostly just being socially inept the way I always am, except for the past two weeks I've been too comfortable in my Intersession group to notice it.

In Math, I drew this. It starts out pretty stupid and progressively gets more depresssed.
The most emo comic in Esperanto you will ever read )

It just got worse from there on out. CJ was there and we chatted a little bit at the beginning of the bell. I grew slightly annoyed at the fact that my desk was at just the wrong angle, so any time I tried to look at him I had to deliberately turn my body around. I didn't pay any attention to the notes we were taking and Mrs. Keegan kept giving me weird looks.

Realised once again that CJ is a senior and I am not. He was talking with Mrs. Keegan about colleges. By the end of the year, which is not that long from now at all, he will be gone. I remembered how damn good I felt talking to him and that made me very sad. Drew, Rodney et al will haunt me for the rest of the few years, but CJ will be gone in the blink of an eye. Sad.

This line of thinking progressed through last bell, into the busride to Choir and after feeling completey shitty for a few minutes, finally subsided due to some singing. Bird doesn't sing because she's happy, she's happy because she sings. 'Strue. And then with the singing and the dictionaries and the being at home and all, I became my normal frighteningly upbeat self again.

I don't know how often Jule reads my journal, but... Hey Jule! Y'know CJ Campbell? Senior, tall, glasses? Um.. Yeah? I think he was in Geometry last year with us?
Know much about him? Does he have a Myspace? A girlfriend? Likely he does, because everyone does, but if he doesn't... *shrug* I think I just want to know.

~Joy

PS: To prove the day wasn't a total bummer, two things made me very happy today:
During Spanish we had the computers out, as is proofed by the entry I posted at that time, and Zach saw an email open. It displayed an Eo journal entry by me and the bolded title The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Despite never mentioning it before, he said he read that book and liked it. <3333.
Also, during Choir, Angie said she saw a preview for the HHG movie and thought of me. Aheeeeee. Sad that she's a senior, too.
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Half a day, twice the gushing [Mar. 23rd, 2005|04:05 pm]
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[Spirits | rushed]
[Voices |O-HUM - Eybe Rendan Makon!]

So today was a halfday right? Yeah, well it dragged on for an insanely long time and felt more like a day where for some reason we didn't have lunch and had a weird schedule. When I got home, I went to bed and slept until 2:15 anyway.

Oh well. That should possibly make up for the sleep I lose tonight...

I went to a special breakfast thing in the cafeteria today in the middle of 3rd bell (which was actually the 2nd bell of the day). Basically, because I was Mrs. Yarchi's aide, I got cereal and candy. Okay.
I sat by Erin, which is nice because the only time I ever get to see her is in Gifted program. We go way back, to Elementary school. Oh yeah.
Rodney was there too. Other than that, though, there really weren't many people I knew for some reason.
We got a certificate thingy saying why we were invited, and I was analyzing the handwriting... Mrs. Yarchi has perfect, cursive neat teacher handwriting, and Mr. Shelton (the teacher that invited Erin; also the teacher that taught my Science Fiction intersession last year) has all-caps block letters, like my dad. Fun stuff.

5th bell was 5th bell-ish. I saw CJ in the halls in his pretty scarf. I doodled on my Bloom's Taxonomy paper, and then transfered the doodling to MSPaint and uploaded it. See previous journal entry.

6th bell was nice, except for the whole lagging on for centuries part. In fact, I am actually starting to enjoy it more than other bells.
6th bell sugar high )

Now, *cough* I have much to do.
-Journalism project
-Spanish Restaurant Project
-Spanish test project (due after spring break, so whatever)
-Review for Spanish test
-English paper
Greeeat.

~Joymustnotprocratinate
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[Mar. 17th, 2005|04:39 pm]
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[Voices |Dire Straits - Tunnel Of Love]

Oh, and he's read HHG too.
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Noo-klee-ur [Feb. 3rd, 2005|03:02 am]
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[Spirits | awake]
[Voices |Pastell - Marvin]

http://www.queenofwands.net/d/20031208.html
Heck yeah.
This is what happens when you type "Chainsaw of Natural Selection" into Yahoo.
I wonder what my parents think when they see my search history. XD

I heard today on the radio that the pope was sick and it amused me. (If he dies, though, I'll feel bad for laughing XP). Then, this afternoon, he showed up in my dream and even though he was sick and frail and old, he saved a dude from being stuck somewhere in a dangerous building o.O

Yeah, I tried to have a normal day today, really I did, and I tried to watch Windtalkers too, but the previews lasted forever even with fast-forwarding (DVDs and the 'next chapter' button have jaded me), and the beginning was excrutiatingly slow. I learned how to say 'Hi' in Navajo, though. Ya te!
So, eventually I turned it off and fell asleep.
Hence the Pope.
So, the dream was basically in a mall. Part of it was the whole Pope-saving-a-dude ordeal, and the rest was me in Walden's looking at Philip Pullman books and people complaining about how they were blasphemous.
Also, the only books I saw in the whole store were PP books, blank notebooks, and CS Lewis books. o.O

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerence
Also in distinction from love, limerence tends to be comparatively short-lived. It can last one and half years at most, but typically lasts only a few months. Either reciprocation occurs and limerence is replaced by other feelings (possibly lasting love), evidence that the limerent object does not reciprocate finally overwhelms the limerent's passion, or the limerence is transferred to a new object.
Interesting.
Of course, I have two projects, one 'take-home quiz', and two homework assignments [and one movie to watch] for Social Studies, but instead I'm researching love because of Zi's journal entry.
Meh.

Procrastination... I am the biggest procrastinator sometimes. I can do little worksheets or busywork on the spot, but the larger the task is, the more time I wait until doing it. Right now, I feel so overwhelmed with work that I don't know where to start.
I could blame this on how I've had relatively easy classes for the past year or two, and since I'm not used to working at my own level I don't anymore; but in reality I'm just lazy. I think that all the work Spitzer is giving us is pointless; and I really don't like how he's taught the WWII unit. Basically, he's given us a huge stations activity and a boatload of projects to teach us about World War II - Even the test is a project, which doesn't test that we've learned anything but rather our ability to do research.

Ha! Linguaphiles is awesome. And not only for the lingustic-related stuff, either:
My French teacher tells us not to bother putting our names on our papers because she can immediately tell by the handwriting whose it is. I have a feeling all teachers are like this, and the whole put-your-name-on-the-paper thing is more of an ego thing (I'm the teacher, I'm more important, stop being lazy and do what I say! - sort of thing).
So... Handwriting pondering that no one cares about but will give me an excuse to stay online for a few minutes more )

So, how about that Social Studies work, eh?

~Is it odd that Joy was amused that Windtalkers was rated R for "language"? [Windtalkers: Rated R for Navajo! XD]

P.S.: There's a thread with a dude who's red-green and blue-yellow colourblind on the Straight Dope message boards... XD!
That’s why I voted for Kerry…the Terror alert might work just fine for all of you, but the system doesn’t protect me!!! I’m on my own when it comes to alert levels so as I result, I’m always on guard against a possible terrorist threat.
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My computer hates meeee [Dec. 17th, 2004|02:04 am]
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[Spirits | dorky]
[Voices |Barenaked Ladies & Sarah McLachlan - God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman]

Dear me.
http://franklarosa.com/vinyl/Exhibit.jsp?AlbumID=61
http://www.abbaplaza.com/index.asp?ID=114&language=english
ABBA in Spanish... and German... And French... And Swedish... And Japanese.

ABBA scares me. If I can find Fernando in Spanish, though, my life shall be complete.

Today I missed most of the day due to Choir going downtown and singing at a hotel. I got to stand around for two hours in really uncomfortable shoes and an even more uncomfortable dress (Damn you, Faye, you and your robes!), but it wasn't too bad. I spent most of the not-singing time with Brittany and Marissa, my itty freshman friends.

John is the hugest horndog in the world. He was making eyes at every attractive girl today and he flirts constantly with Brittany. HHG fan or not, he's kind of an asshole. XP

...I love Kazaa. Found it in two minutes, tops.

Before leaving in the middle of the class, we had to write a paragraph in Spanish. I tried to fool around with participles using two examples in a dictionary. It's about "Bob, the imaginary Spanish speaker created for this paragraph". =D

Woohoo. I think I was going to type something more, but I got sidetracked in some linguaphiles stuff. Clicks are evil, but oh-so-awesome =D

~Joy when trying to figure out IPA: "Xhosa. Hosa. Xa. Nga. Hosa. Xhosa. Key, ski, key, ski. Pit, spit, pit, spit."

EDIT: DEAR GODS
http://franklarosa.com/vinyl/Exhibit.jsp?AlbumID=2
Shatner ain't got nothing on this guy. Just LISTEN to his Eleanor Rigby. O_O;;;;;;;
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Murdering MSWord's spell checker [Nov. 8th, 2004|10:10 pm]
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[Spirits | tired]
[Voices |Coco Lee & Yo-Yo Ma - A Love Before Time (Mandarin)]

Today was a bad day.
But it was also a good day.
Huhuhuhuuuuuuh?

Muuuh.

Today I woke up late, and I had to wear my new glasses. In the rush to get out the door, I forgot my lunchbox. So I didn't have lunch today, and really, right now I haven't eaten since this afternoon when I grabbed a granola bar on the way to bed, and before that I hadn't eaten since breakfast.

My glasses are making my eyes hurt. Dad says that my eyes'll get used to them, and I hope he's right.

On my way to first period, EVERY corner I turned I ran into someone. I swear, I am the worst at going through halls.

In first period I was going to rant about my already bad-mooded day, but we didn't even use the computer lab so that just made it worse.

During Art, my eyes hurt so much I had to switch glasses.
In Art, I got very little done on my project, mostly because I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to colouring. I had to colour a bunch of little blue and yellow flowers, and I used like 5 shades of blue and 7 of green and 3 of yellow.

Biology was the HIGHLIGHT of my day.
You'll never guess why.
Haha, the suspense will kill you )

After that came a boring lunch in which I had time to do Math homework.

In Social Studies, we watched All Quiet on the Western Front. It's actually interesting when you don't have a demonic teacher making you watch it and you're not falling asleep and/or staring at a certain girlfriended someone at another table.
And I think it's got the dude from the movie 'It' in it. The writer dude with the mole. =D

Holycrap, in Math I actually enjoyed stuff. Imaginary numbers, at least what we're doing right now (Radical -5 = 5i), are pitifully easy. And they're fun, too. I like it. ^_^_^_^_^_^

Ooooh, we get to paint the mural today after school! Mwah.
And I have to interview people like heck to get quotes for my already week-late Journalism article.

And I've written nothing today, naturally, seeing as I had no afternoon. Fuck.

~Joy is vevevery busy
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Sueña, que no existen fronteras, y amor sin barreras, no mires atrás [Oct. 24th, 2004|01:07 pm]
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[Voices |Daniel Bedingfield - A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes]

Wow. I had a bunch of dreams last night. Except most of them weren't their own dream - just a bunch of plot bits segueing into one another. It was crazy, but it was also great because I remember almost all of it.

It started out with two small lucid dreams.
Not secks, I swear )

Next, I think a new dream started. I'm underwater, in a kind of video-game-like setting.
Water levels suck )
I kept walking out of the cave, and eventually I found a place with sidewalks and a bunch of houses lined up. I kept walking along the sidewalk until I came to a town.
My Dream Town )

Then I had to leave the town, and went to a museum with my dad. There was this huge exhibit about famous artifacts, divided into parts.
I love museums )
Then, we were in the huge downstairs of the basement. It didn't turn into a different section of the dream, really, because I knew we were still in the museum, but I don't care. I want this entry to not be just a buch of lj-cuts with no text.
Under the museum was a food court and a bunch of shops. We met mom and Paula there and had Chinese for lunch. It was good.

Then I kept walking through the huge open area under the museum, until I got to... a Journalism class. o.O

Mrs. Stautberg wasn't there, so there was a sub. I wasn't on the roll call list, because I'm kind of not in the class. It was kind of boring, and we just read stuff, and eventually we learned that Mrs. Stautberg had written a famous book. It was in a pretty glass display case -- Was I back in the museum? I have no idea.

Anyway, actually that part of the dream did take up a fair amount of time, but it was really boring and I don't want to write about it.

Then came the weirdest and my favourite part of my dreams. It was so surreal and it all seemed to make perfect sense at the time, but looking back it was completely odd.
The Volcano and Faye and the French people )

Anyway, somewhere along the line I woke up.
That is my crazy succession of dreams. x.X;

~Joy wastes the first hour of her Sunday writing about her dreams.
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School. It's all school-ish. [Sep. 1st, 2004|04:55 pm]
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[Voices |Coco Lee & Yo-Yo Ma - A Love Before Time (Mandarin)]

John was wearing a Kerry/Edwards button today. My god, that man just keeps getting sexier. =P
He likes Shakespeare, too! And he's still hot. He got a haircut over the summer.

My hormones were having a workout today. =\ Most obviously, seeing John for the first time in three months, but also because of the numerous other attractive choir guys, and also one other.

Cut for those who don't give a rat's ass )

Now that that's out of my system.
We have this new girl in the Soprano I's -- I think one of two new girls, all the freshman are II's.
She. Is. Fucking. Amazing.
She drowns everyone out (which could and will get irritating, I'm sure), but her voice is gorgeous. She sounds like an opera singer, almost.

Funny story about that, by the way.
PBS plays operas sometimes. I don't know why. Go ask them.
Anyway, operas are played with subtitles. I've assumed that it because they're in Italian or whatever, but I saw one one night.
It had subtitles. I watched, and read along.
IT WAS IN ENGLISH. And it had ENGLISH SUBTITLES. That would be when you know you should sing more clearly, eh? Or is it supposed to be like that? I'm confused.

I saw your commercial, Faye. The Old Navy one, about History. I cracked up.
I haven't seen you on AIM lately -- Am I just on at the wrong time, or are you being punished/deprived/productive? =( I want to see yoooou... [YOU ARE TEH ON!]

Shit. I have Art homework to mindlessly colour.
Double Shit. I have an editor's meeting for The Torch tomorrow.
Negative Shit. I have no math homework tonight. ^_^

I should probably, you know, maybe tell my parents about the editor's meeting. I keep forgetting. It's not like they need to know other than "Hey, Joy didn't come home from school today" -- Joy Edington's taking me home.
I have to ride home with her, suffering through 'Songs 4 Worship' o__o
Hopefully not alone.

~Joy doesn't think she'd like those songs, even if she were Christian. They scare the hell out of her, pun not intended.
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