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[Mar. 25th, 2007|09:48 pm] |
Re: School
Apathy sets in.
Screw it. There are more important things, at this point.
Hear that, Yarchi? I'm not letting you win. I could stress over the poor grades you give my papers but I'm not going to, and I'm not going to stay up all night revising this paper either. I'm going to bed and I'm going to get a good night's sleep and I'm going to spend tomorrow shooting things with arrows. I'm going to get the best grade on the AP test out of anyone in the class, excepting Jessie, so I don't give a damn how well or badly you think I write. |
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| I want to go home now. |
[Mar. 11th, 2007|07:53 pm] |
Someday I will think up the plans for a functioning teleportation device through sheer force of will.
Driving sucks. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|03:20 pm] |
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No one should be allowed to have to put together a newspaper by themselves. That is not how newspapers work.
I can't write headlines, dammit. Where is that team of editors we used to have, who knew what they were doing? Cause I sure don't feel like I do anymore.
Trying to put together 8 pages...when you do not have 8 *stories* in, to begin with...is a bad idea.
I have much more important things to be wasting my time on than this. |
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| In reaction to Zippy's post. |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|11:36 pm] |
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| | The Decemberists - Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) | ] |
Kerr-rist I ended up writing a lot. It's all pretty rambling too because I don't feel like editing or organising it better.
Here's a response for you Zippy, with my thoughts provoked by your recent entry.
( On fear of death )
Coulda spent the time I took writing that, to revise my research paper. Or do any one of half a dozen other things I should be doing. But, I had more fun writing this.
~Joy |
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[Dec. 4th, 2006|08:59 pm] |
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| [ | Voices |
| | Julieta Venegas - A Tu Lado | ] |
Hace tres (casi cuatro) años que estudio español, y ¡ya no puede decir nada! Seriously. Los mexicanos en mi trabajo sí saben que yo hablo un poco de español, pero creen que yo sé casi nada. Me dicen "¿Cómo estás, amiga?" (o en caso de uno, extraño tipo muy viejo, "¿cómo estás, baby?") y les contesto "Bien", pero nunca puedo decir más y nunca puedo comprenderles cuando ellos dicen más.
Soy la mejor de mi clase, en la escuela... but then again the standards are not set very high. No importa que yo pueda hablar o comprender español; solo importa que yo siempre haga la tarea.
Y la tarea es muy fácil.
It's just frustrating. I'm in the process of setting it up with Mr. Ammerman so I am taking the AP test (even though I won't get an "AP Spanish" credit or a weighted grade, I'll get the college credit if I do well on the test), but right now I wouldn't have a chance in hell with it. I have all these resources at my fingertips, but it's no use to me if I can't understand anything that's being said.
Meh. XP |
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| "Yeah, we're planning this, this, this and this, oh and by the way we're kind of counting on you for a ride." |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|03:14 pm] |
Here's a tip: Don't become the first person in your circle of friends to have a car and a license.
(either one on their own is okay) |
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| does anyone have any clue what is happening here because I definitely do not |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|03:28 pm] |
Okay so the internet hates me.
It's letting me access some sites, Livejournal Google Deadjournal Superdickery (Main Page) Boingboing et cetera,
but for other sites it gives me a 'Server not found' error, Firefox homepage Superdickery Forum Every Other Invision Forum and the Invision Main Site.
I have no idea what's wrong with it and restarting the computer and restarting my router do not help. It is pissing me off.
Oh and it lets me get on IRC and AIM too, but not MSN. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2006|11:53 am] |
Hey, genius friends o' mine:
-When we've had something planned for nearly 3 weeks, tell your parents about it more than one day in advance.
-When said event is at midnight, do not say it's at "twelve". Specify AM or PM, and even then it's better to just say "midnight".
-If you're uncertain about the details, ask me. Don't make up something that sounds worse than it actually is.
I swear, if I have to go alone with Doug to this, I'm gonna scream.
'Course I haven't even talked to Doug lately, so who knows... |
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| Who on earth can I trust? |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
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| | Wall of Voodoo - Mexican Radio | ] |
Man, what the fuck.
I thought I was good at this. I thought I could get to know a person, on the internet, and be able to tell if they were a creep or if something was wrong about them.
For the second time, on Superdickery, a guy has come out saying he's not who we thought he was. The first time was weird, but in a sort of cool way, y'know? Wow. The guy's not a teacher, he's just a kid. Wow. Good job man.
The second time. God DAMN. Why couldn't I see this coming? Why couldn't I tell that something was amiss? How many other people like this are there?
I'm angry at him, I'm angry at myself, I'm angry at my parents for thinking they know better than me because for once they probably do. Wounded pride.
I'm most angry of all that I'm telling YOU. YOU, GUYS ON THE INTERNET! Hey guess what, it's possible I don't know anything about you really. I've always told myself, "Hey, I'm honest, I know these people, and this is the kind of stuff that's too long-term and in-depth to fake."
But I knew Matt for 9 months at the time of his announcement, and I've known this guy for over a year.
He had pictures, he had recordings of his voice. How can you really prove identity?
Rest assured, this doesn't have anything to do with Lewis.
But damn. What is so difficult with being yourself? |
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| Sunday through Tuesday kinda sucked |
[May. 16th, 2006|05:45 pm] |
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| |  mellow | ] |
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| | The B-52's - Rock Lobster | ] |
So our choir concert is going to be a complete fiasco. I'm not bothered at all about it right now, feeling very laid-back and all for the next hour until I have to leave.
Biggest problem: Mrs. Whitaker can't play piano.
To remedy this, she has all our music played through a MIDI program on the computer. For concerts, she records an audio cassette of the computer. For serious.
So there's some problem with the tape, and everything is played back slightly faster and thus sharp.
But I'm not really caring about that right now. Boyfriends are good people indeed.
This week isn't shaping up to be all that great. HOWEVER - We're going canoeing tomorrow! Yeah!
So as long as I don't fall in the Little Miami I should be okay.
~Joy didn't just jinx herself, did she...? |
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| JOYUNA SMASH |
[May. 15th, 2006|10:25 am] |
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HOO am I steamed.
So here's how it goes:
Stautberg is getting transferred to another small school. Happens all the time, they shuffle teachers around here like cards. One of Scientific Studies' English teachers is retiring and they don't want to hire a new one.
Problem: Staut runs the paper. Hello? CTS writes for the paper. Stautberg isn't teaching at CTS, CTS doesn't get Journalism. No Staut, no Journalism, no paper.
They do it like it's nothing. We don't have three other English teachers at our school?? All the other schools don't have English teachers to spare?? The principal isn't a fan of the paper, after seeing some of our cartoons and editorials.
Our staff would be weak next year anyway. Either Tiffany or I would be editor-in-chief, and no one else is all that serious.
But damn it all I am pissed at this. Very sudden.
~Joy rrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. |
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| ¿Amenece, lo veis...? |
[Apr. 29th, 2006|08:51 pm] |
Dear world,
Please stop bitching about the Star-Spangled Banner in Spanish. Do the French Canadians bitch about their anthem being translated? Just STFU, all of you.
Abrazos,
Joy |
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[Apr. 16th, 2006|10:22 pm] |
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| | Rent - I'll Cover You | ] |
I hit it off great with guys online. No joke either. If I were to ask I could probably have myself a long-distance boyfriend right now (I don't ask, because I can only imagine how infuriating that would be).
So, as the question always goes, how come things are so different with guys in waking life? On the same note, why are guys I meet so much less interesting than the ones I talk with every day online?
And why am I worrying over something as inconsiquential (for the moment) as this when I have pressing homework issues to deal with?
~Joy
I'm just annoyed 'cos I met someone my age who loves Rocky and Little Shop of Horrors, who isn't a total creep... |
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| Let 'em talk about hard cider (cider, cider!), and log cabins too |
[Jan. 2nd, 2006|06:12 pm] |
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| | They Might Be Giants - Tippecanoe and Tyler Too | ] |
I'm sorry, History. Right at the moment, I feel like abandoning you.
Yes I know it's entirely my fault, having whiled away the entire break paying no heed at all to my work, but my brain is blown. And there has to be some underlying reason I've been working so much less this year than last, doesn't there?
This year's history curriculum is complete and utter tedium. We're doing everything we did last year plus more, trying to squeeze it into a single year and leaving out all the detail that makes it interesting.
Last year. Last year was great. We had Spitzer. The young teachers are always less qualified and never get praise from people that matter but the students always like them best. They like to try new things more, and they like to do more "fun" things. In Spitzer's class we watched movies, we did activities, we did projects which while I was doing them I complained about but I realise now that it's still a lot better than this.
This year it's exactly by the book, literally. Each week a new chapter. Each week we do the key terms and multiple choice supplied by the book and write one of the essay prompts supplied by the book. Each week we get two to three days of lecture, which is exactly like the book chapter we've already read. And I've stopped caring.
This could of course all be a cover-up for my embarassment at the fact that I really don't know all this stuff, despite having done it all the years before, and I've a terrible head for names and a worse head for dates when we start something and drop it at the end of the week and the people don't really stand out at all, and I wish I had heard this song when we were doing that time period; it was only late by a week or two but by that time it was of no use to us anyway.
It's not fun anymore, I don't get paid, any possible incentive at this point is much more delayed than the instant gratification of making friends and learning languages and enriching my life in ways I see better fit.
~Joy would complain before, but she'd always get the work done and do fine, until this year, and it worries her more than she'd like to let on. |
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| Fuck you all. |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|10:19 am] |
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God, I felt bitchy last bell.
I didn't mean to be angry at all, but the class is just so stupid and they kept picking at the wound like they were fascinated to see me irked.
We had a test last week and they got passed back today.
"Wow Joy, you really got 100?"
"Joy, what's tuaeluh..."
"Toalla...?"
"Yeah. And Djaybun?"
"Jabón."
"Yeah, that, djaybun whatever."
"Do you like, speak Spanish at home with your family?"
"Why would my family know Spanish?"
"Well, since you know it so well..."
I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice but it was damn hard. WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE SO FUCKING STUPID. There are 5, maximum, people in this class who care at all about the language. Not even that. 5 people who have the competence to learn it to any degree. Even if they other people there are capable, they're so convinced that they're not that they put no effort into it at all.
And then they look at me like I'm some freakish wonder because I can conjugate a verb. Fuck. I even gave up a chance to talk about Esperanto, I was so miffed then.
"Don't you, like, speak another language too?"
"...yeh, kind of." *returns to homework*
So. Goddamn. STUPID. It's not just that they don't care about the language; I don't care whatever if it's just a normal class to you, I can understand that. They don't give a shit about the language and then they complain about how hard it is when they don't do anything and they CAN'T EXPEND THE TWO BRAIN CELLS IT TAKES TO PRONOUNCE THE WORDS RIGHT. They take extra effort to do everything wrong, it seems like. And they complain about Ammerman's strict grading, taking points off for missed accent marks.
...As you can see I can just ramble on with no point forever here. God dammit. I know there's no point in my writing and I know there's no point in my writing this entry. I just need to get the feelings out, so bear with me.
People are dumb.
People can't grasp simple grammatical concepts in Spanish.
PEOPLE HAVE BEEN IN SPANISH CLASS FOR THREE YEARS.
And cannot grasp simple grammatical concepts in Spanish.
People are fucking idiots.
THREE YEARS. Learn your AR ER IR charts plzthx. |
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| I'm hungry. |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|10:28 am] |
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Let's start off this school day which I've essentially written off because tomorrow we don't have school with a hilarious out-of-context quote from an evolution blog (which, for the first time this year, I'm reading TO DO my schoolwork and not to procrastinate it):
Personally, as an unfulfilled atheist, I really want to feel Jesus's salvation all over my face.
I blame the Internet. And bukakke. They're the reason for my dirty mind. NOT MY FAULT! o.o
I'm a bit hyper today.
The local radio station started playing Christmas music. Allow me to remind the world that it's not even Thanksgiving yet. Not that I'm opposed to Christmas music or anything, but ...! Halloween just ended! We've still got plastic pumpkins in our front yard, nevermind turkeys or snowmen!
This hyperactivity and passion and all that would be better used writing my editorial on Intelligent Design for The Torch.
Will anyone at Glen Este High School care about it? No, probably not. But I should enjoy writing it and we need something to take up space on the editorial page.
They should never let me around a computer. I can't get anything done when there's a monitor in front of me.
Except I can never write articles on paper, either. I only type 'em up in Word.
I don't make any sense sometimes.
~Joy won't get to sleep in tomorrow, because she has in-car driving practice =( |
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| Tortilla y Burrito parte cuatro |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|10:24 pm] |
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| | Sylla Chaves - Kial, Sinjoroj? | ] |
Mira!
http://joyuna.250free.com/esp.html
It isn't as pretty nor as advanced as the others, I don't think. Partly because I had to do it all in one evening, and partly because I'm creeping up to the point where my "common sense" knowledge of Spanish and language in general is getting less useful. Spanish grammar is getting less similar to Esperanto every day. *tear*
I'm tired. And probably made some stupid mistakes.
Alta is both tall and high in Esperanto, so that's where I got that from Om. Babel translates alto as high, so I'm going to assume it's ok. It's not like Mr. Ammerman's going to be a harsh grader or anything anyway. People still turn around in their desks and ask me what 'ser' means in our class on occasion. And some kid translated 'spring break' as something like "saltar romper" a few weeks ago.
PS: dormando = durmiendo, because I suck. But at least the rest of the class sucks more.
And for some reason they have an aversion to the word "a". It's not even like they're translating their stuff directly from English: they say things like Fui restaurante, fueron centro comercial. And are gleefully oblivious to such trivial things like pronunciation and stress. After all, e's at the ends of words are silent right? -_-;
PPS: Ha. Bertilo, the drummer in Persone, posted a comment on Languagelog. Small world. Smaller Esperanto culture.
And just to cancel out the above rant, I met Jessie's and Danielle's friend Anna (long explanation: Jessie is my friend at school. Danielle is my friend who goes to Walnut. Jessie used to go to Walnut and is friends Anna. Danielle is friends with Anna. Jessie and Danielle are friends with me but haven't met each other yet. Small world!) and she said she was listening to some Chinese song, and then we got to talking about foreign Disney movies.
Likeomgz! I think I have a new friend. :))) |
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| *grumble grumble grumble* |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|01:32 pm] |
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| | Songs to wear pants to - Experimental film (in my head) | ] |
Yugh. I'm a little bit pissy now from Precal. Mrs. Keegan was being stubborn with us and yelling and some crap because she wanted to switch teaching methods for a day and none of us liked it. Instead of giving us 50 minutes of notes and examples, she gave us a problem from the book and tried to get us to figure it out ourselves.
It seems fine on paper, non? She said something during her rant about wanting us to think for a change. She also said that this was the type of problem I should love and get quickly, and you know, she's exactly right. I don't know why I didn't, but I didn't. Whatever.
Advisory today was bloody awesome though. We had a group discussion and put topic ideas on paper in a hat and Yarchi pulled out each topic and we discussed it (more or less). Lots of people put really stupid and also really funny stuff, leading to topics on... Cubans, Captain Planet, where babies come from, and more. The last topic pulled out was the best though (and unfortunately it got cut off. DAMN LUNCH! *shakes fist*): Intelligent Design.
If I wasn't known as a ranting atheist previously, I should be now. ^_^
It was absolutely fun. I got real into it and talked way more than I thought I was able to. Good times.
Today is the start of a weekend. Omigodyes. Unfortunately, today is the start of a weekend I have dedicated to catching up on all of my work.
( Interims came today. )
Most of the not-so-good grades there are due to my not turning crap in. So this weekend I've got to do some essays for AP US, and some homework for Chem. The Precalc grade is just because I suck, I guess? I thought I was understanding that crap. Same for English, which is definitely the result of me not completely reading The Crucible. Screw it.
But for sure, I'm going to turn it around. I've just gotten off on the wrong foot. Soon I'll return to my normal, completely boring and always turning work in self. >_>;;
Jooouuurnalism meeting this afternoon. Layout is fun! No, really, that's not sarcasm! I'm probably the only one who enjoys it, but I do.
...I got today's program done the first 5min of class and we're probably not going on to anything else
~Joy has lifted her mood by going through other stuff |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2005|11:58 pm] |
AP Chem: FYAD plz.
I'd consider dropping it but then I'd have to completely refuck my schedule around and I'm really pleased with it otherwise. Also, pretty shiny AP classy weighted oooo.
But ow. My brain aches. It kinda went "poof" when I realised I couldn't tell what the fuck a redox reaction was and what wasn't, and now I'm having trouble doing the stupid diluting conversion things that I thought I had down pat.
fuckerrrrrs |
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| Remember, remember... the 26th of March?! |
[Sep. 22nd, 2005|10:48 am] |
| [ | Spirits |
| |  pissed off | ] |
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| | Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil | ] |
http://imdb.com/title/tt0434409/board/nest/26073838
Those BASTARDS! They pushed V for Vendetta all the way back to MARCH of 06... :((
God I was so hoping I could see it on Guy Fawkes day too. And the whole, I'm completely unable to wait and how the fuck can they push it back that far, sort of thing. I mean come on.
Bastards bastards. Of course the more I read about it the more pessimistic I get too. Everyone's always all "They're going to completely mess it up."
Ragfragafaafeoajof*grumble*
At least they've already shot it, and all. Watchmen is most likely in limbo for good, like Hitchhiker's was. Maybe it'll eventually get made, but not anytime soon. I don't have any figures off the top of my head but it was years and years and years (more than 10 I think) before HHG got made into a movie, after the rights were bought.
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[Aug. 30th, 2005|03:43 am] |
holy fuck, what is wrong with me
I went to bed at a pretty reasonable time yesterday! So why is it I just spent 3 sleepless hours lying in bed?
Is it the heat? Is it the cold? Is it the stress? Is it that I'm hungry? Is it that I've eaten too much? I'm having trouble reading my body right now for some reason. It's probably the stress. I started hyperventilating earlier when I was working on my science work. A combination of leaving the stuff to the ABSOLUTE LAST MOMENT and it being higher-level work than I'm used to freaked me out.
I didn't get all the work done. but I got enough of it done to weasel my way through the first day, I think.
I got 2 chapters of science questions done, out of the three we were supposed to do. I think we're going to go over the questions in order to grade them and there's no way we'll get as far as the 3rd chapter on the first day.
I got 2 chapters out of 4 for history done. History class is (I think) after lunch so I'll, if not be able to finish it, get a lot more done, in the first half of the day.
I'm halfawy through The Scarlet Letter. The paper said that the work would be due 2nd day of school. I'm counting on this fact because I don't have any of the work started yet except reading the book.
grumblemoansigh. I just want to get to sleep. Each minute ticks away and each time I hear the clock chime I count backwards how many hours until I wake up. and ju malpli tempo estas gxis la mateno, des pli gxeno estas por mi. And then I'm even less likely to get to sleep. |
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| I've already been subjected to such horrors on the internet thankyouverymuch |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|12:04 pm] |
HOLY CRAP, Discovery Health Channel.
WTF is wrong with you?!
Showing promos for a special on harlequin foetuses?
With, you know, video? OF PEOPLE WITH NO SKIN!!!!
IT'S NOT A PLEASANT THING TO WAKE UP TO. |
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