I'm rather proud of myself.
I just did about 2 hours homework in about 45 minutes. punches air.
Now I must do my Physics (devilsubject) homework.
Gack.
Need a break...
It's too late and I'm sick and I need sleep.
(And my sock is taunting me... just sitting there beside my desk squeaking "Knit me! Knit me!" and I'm like: "No! I have to do physics (devilsubject) homework!" and it's like "No! Knit me!"
I need sleep.... zzz...
Disclaimer: All delusions in this blog are sponsored by NyQuil.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Oops
I might have just been converted to a football fan tonight. (I went to the UT/TCU game) Because honestly, I spent the entire game screaming my head off. Mom looked pleased. I think she's been onto me for this for years.
Also, she's big on me doing the whole "Going to UT" thing. It means she can surruptitiously "run into" me when I'm out with my friends downtown. And call me. Constantly. And keep me close to home FOREVER. (Probably not forever, but I'm sure yall know what I mean. She'll probably try to set me up with someone who is determined to never leave the city for as long at they live next.)
Hooray! We won!!
We sat next to this guy who was really into the game too. And he kept on shouting things like he might actually be heard all the way up in the nosebleed section. (As in, ya... Like 20 rows down from the very top.)
On second thought, do they call it the nosebleed section when you're at a stadium? Or is that just in the theatre? I dunno.
Also, she's big on me doing the whole "Going to UT" thing. It means she can surruptitiously "run into" me when I'm out with my friends downtown. And call me. Constantly. And keep me close to home FOREVER. (Probably not forever, but I'm sure yall know what I mean. She'll probably try to set me up with someone who is determined to never leave the city for as long at they live next.)
Hooray! We won!!
We sat next to this guy who was really into the game too. And he kept on shouting things like he might actually be heard all the way up in the nosebleed section. (As in, ya... Like 20 rows down from the very top.)
On second thought, do they call it the nosebleed section when you're at a stadium? Or is that just in the theatre? I dunno.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tea!!!
So for my government class I have to do this outline of each chapter every week. It's tedious, mandatory, and takes about five hours to do each week, but for once I'm greatful for the 'mandatory' bit because otherwise, I'd never do it. But right now, we're studying the writing of the Declaration and the Constitution and there was a little blub about the Boston Tea Party (oh-ho! ...I don't know why, but I just have the urge to exclaim that whenever I hear of the BTP) and I wrote down in my outline, "But what about all of that wasted tea?!" Which caused me to have a HUGE craving for tea...
...So I made some.
(See how exciting my life is?!)
Just so you know, the tea was yummy.
When was in England two summers ago, we had droves of visitors coming to our house for one reason or another, and so I was officially named "Tea Wench". Well, when my cousin Josh and his mother arrived at our house Dad sent me to the kitchen to make tea for them and Emma exclaimed, "But she's American. She can't make tea." So I did, it was good, and I got to prove that even Americans can do something right.
I would like to point out here that the tea was loose-leaf and not in bags. Although why that scares people over here (OH MY GOD! I ACTUALLY HAVE TO STRAIN THE DREGS OUT?! I CAN'T DO THAT!! YOU BRITISH PEOPLE ARE INSANE!! ...Um, no we're not. You're just lazy.) I don't understand.
One thing I never get is how (and I tested this on everyone I gave tea to and this is 100% the truth. Okay, maybe 99.7%) you can hand someone in England a scalding and practically still-boiling cup of tea and then will just start sipping away. I try to do that and my tongue and lips are burned for the remainder of the day. HOW?! HOW on earth do they DO that?! I refuse to conform to that part of my heritage. nose up in air.
Okay, I can officially cross that off my list of things to do:
-Rant about Tea (check)
-Be made of Awesome. (check)
-Homework (Um...... check?)
...So I made some.
(See how exciting my life is?!)
Just so you know, the tea was yummy.
When was in England two summers ago, we had droves of visitors coming to our house for one reason or another, and so I was officially named "Tea Wench". Well, when my cousin Josh and his mother arrived at our house Dad sent me to the kitchen to make tea for them and Emma exclaimed, "But she's American. She can't make tea." So I did, it was good, and I got to prove that even Americans can do something right.
I would like to point out here that the tea was loose-leaf and not in bags. Although why that scares people over here (OH MY GOD! I ACTUALLY HAVE TO STRAIN THE DREGS OUT?! I CAN'T DO THAT!! YOU BRITISH PEOPLE ARE INSANE!! ...Um, no we're not. You're just lazy.) I don't understand.
One thing I never get is how (and I tested this on everyone I gave tea to and this is 100% the truth. Okay, maybe 99.7%) you can hand someone in England a scalding and practically still-boiling cup of tea and then will just start sipping away. I try to do that and my tongue and lips are burned for the remainder of the day. HOW?! HOW on earth do they DO that?! I refuse to conform to that part of my heritage. nose up in air.
Okay, I can officially cross that off my list of things to do:
-Rant about Tea (check)
-Be made of Awesome. (check)
-Homework (Um...... check?)
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Soy joy
So I've recently realized how delicious soy milk is. Especially vanilla soy milk. Yummm.... I could probably drink it all day.
My brother was in my car this evening, and we were talking about how annoying it is when people are in the back of your car and people are talking and talking while you're driving. And he said, "You know what? You should just say 'If you talk once, you'll be shot in the kneecap. If you talk twice, you'll be shot in the thigh... and if you talk again, you don't know WHERE you'll be shot."
(HA. HA. HA.)
I'll try and use that from now on...
My brother was in my car this evening, and we were talking about how annoying it is when people are in the back of your car and people are talking and talking while you're driving. And he said, "You know what? You should just say 'If you talk once, you'll be shot in the kneecap. If you talk twice, you'll be shot in the thigh... and if you talk again, you don't know WHERE you'll be shot."
(HA. HA. HA.)
I'll try and use that from now on...
Damage Control
So right now, I feel like I'm doing damage control. I'm in Desktop right now and we've just retured articles back to the students with marks all over them and lovely grades of "69", "78" and I've seen a few other scarier grades than those. But for the last fifteen minutes (it's taken me fifteen minutes to type this) I've been barraged with "Stefanie, can you explain this?" and "what do you mean?" And there are a few people who are ridiculously lazy and who don't want to change their articles and it's REALLY BUGGING ME because they're the people who need to work the hardest.
On an even more dismal note, it's raining outside.
And on a slightly happier note, I have study hall next block. I fully intend to disregard all homework for the next hour and just read my book. (HAH. I said it. I am a bad person like that.)
On an even more dismal note, it's raining outside.
And on a slightly happier note, I have study hall next block. I fully intend to disregard all homework for the next hour and just read my book. (HAH. I said it. I am a bad person like that.)
Monday, September 3, 2007
On catching a Fish.
This weekend has been awesome. I spent a large portion of it with my friend Brandlyn (actually, I spent the night at her house two nights in a row...) and most of the time we've been shopping. Next week is Senior-Freshman week at our school, where there are themed days and seniors get to dress up the freshman during the week. It's a great week where freshman are welcomed to the school... and us Seniors get to exploit our ultimate powers as Seniors.
So, here's a funny picture of what I looked like as a poor little fishy...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v112/TheHobbitIvy/?action=view¤t=MeandSeniors.jpg
Um... ya. It was mismatch day.
So this week's days are as follows:
Tuesday: Bring your freshman to work day. While I don't necessarily work anywhere (although I do babysit), I've decided that I'm going to pretend to be a golfer (I do know how to play...) and make my freshman caddy for me. Muah ha ha. So I got us awesome golf socks, a hat for her that says "I love my senior" and all white garb. AND she'll have to cart around clubs for me. Hooray!!
Wednesday: Wacky Twinsday. So basically my whole goal this week was to be able to wear pajamas at some point, so I'm dressing me and my fishy up in pink checkerboard pajamas with a white robe and fuzzy slippers. Yaaaaaaaay! And I'll get to bring my teddy to school.
Thursday: Mass dress. While technically not a dress-up day, I've got an ugly-patterned grandma dress for my freshman to wear. Muah ha ha. (I, on the other hand, have a lovely white dress to wear.)
Friday: Spirit dress. This day we get to wear our Sr/Fr week tshirts and we get to wear jeans with them. Hooray!
So all in all, I'm really looking forward to torturing, I mean, dressing up my freshman, and I will post pictures of how she looks every day. (Muah ha ha.)
So, here's a funny picture of what I looked like as a poor little fishy...
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v112/TheHobbitIvy/?action=view¤t=MeandSeniors.jpg
Um... ya. It was mismatch day.
So this week's days are as follows:
Tuesday: Bring your freshman to work day. While I don't necessarily work anywhere (although I do babysit), I've decided that I'm going to pretend to be a golfer (I do know how to play...) and make my freshman caddy for me. Muah ha ha. So I got us awesome golf socks, a hat for her that says "I love my senior" and all white garb. AND she'll have to cart around clubs for me. Hooray!!
Wednesday: Wacky Twinsday. So basically my whole goal this week was to be able to wear pajamas at some point, so I'm dressing me and my fishy up in pink checkerboard pajamas with a white robe and fuzzy slippers. Yaaaaaaaay! And I'll get to bring my teddy to school.
Thursday: Mass dress. While technically not a dress-up day, I've got an ugly-patterned grandma dress for my freshman to wear. Muah ha ha. (I, on the other hand, have a lovely white dress to wear.)
Friday: Spirit dress. This day we get to wear our Sr/Fr week tshirts and we get to wear jeans with them. Hooray!
So all in all, I'm really looking forward to torturing, I mean, dressing up my freshman, and I will post pictures of how she looks every day. (Muah ha ha.)
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