Sick

Eghhh... I'm officially sick. I woke up feeling horrendously. I went to bed rather early, too, hoping that sleep would help me feel better, but it didn't exactly work much although I slept for about 11-12 hours.
I did a research on mucus and colds a little while ago and learned a lot.
I'm not sure how much I'll get done today since I don't feel very well at all, and that's bad since horror weeks 1 and 4/5 are coming up, and it doesn't even end there, for about a week later is All-State, and a week later is SAT, then I still need to set up some college visits for Spring Break... and then, of course, there're the two weeks I've been dreading the entire school year: the AP exams. I haven't started preparing for any of this (save for All-State, but only slightly), and I really don't need to be sick now. *Sigh*
Believe it or not, though, some good has resulted out of my illness: I have to write a 1.5 page calculus problem (or some length to that extent, I think) for extra credit for Mrs. Dunn, and I've decided that mine will likely, in some amusing form, involve my cold and the exponential rate of growth of my dead white blood cells that cause my mucus to be coloured. Hehe.

Okay, enough for now, I suppose.

I guess I'll try to clean up a little bit and then try to get some schoolwork done.


"Return to Innocence"
by Enigma



That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.

Everyone is doing it, so I'm doing it, too.

There's this thing going around in live/webjournals everywhere. So, here are the instructions:

1) Open up yo' music player.
2) Put your whole library on shuffle.
3) Write down the first 25 songs which play, no matter how embarrassing.


1. Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things like Chemistry -- Relient K
2. I Ran Away -- Coldplay
3. Canta per Me -- Noir Soundtrack
4. Clint Eastwood -- Gorillaz
5. No Pressure over Cappuccino -- Alanis Morissette
6. Perfect Day -- Lou Reed
7. Tom's Diner -- Suzanne Vega
8. Don't Worry, Be Happy -- Bobby McFerrin
9. Born Too Slow -- The Crystal Method
10. Sunshine on my Window -- Spiderbait
11. Cigarette -- Yellowcard
12. Save Yourself -- Sense Field
13. Irish Drinking Song -- Dropkick Murpheys
14. Video Killed the Radio Star -- Presidents of the United States of America
15. When I Grow Up -- Garbage
16. In the Summertime -- Mungo Jerry
17. With Every Light -- Smashing Pumpkins
18. Bass Test -- Chemical Brothers
19. Kiseki No Umi -- Sakamoto Yoko Kanno
20. Dear God -- Sara McLachlan
21. Love Song -- The Cure
22. Dead Duck -- Badly Drawn Boy
23. Cry -- Angie Aparo
24. Confusa e Felice -- Carmen Consoli
25. Carolina in my Mind -- James Taylor


And there it is.

You're Italy!

You pretty much feel like you are the most long-standing bastion of
civilized humanity on the face of the earth.  While this is probably not true, you
do have a noted history of living the good life and spreading culture to those around you.
 More recently, however, things have started to slide and you're having a hard time
staying together and not getting beaten up.  People still like to ask you how it was
to be the center of high culture, but your days at the top are long past you.  Avoid
volcanoes, flooding, and unstable buildings wherever possible.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

THAT took entirely too long.

You're Lebanon!

Your room's a mess.  Your house is a mess.  Heck, your life
is a mess.  It all used to be really beautiful, and someone even compared you to Paris
once, but that's all been replaced with heartache and struggle.  You're small, have been
influenced by outsiders for too long, and don't know what to think about religion.  At
least you smell rather pleasant!
Take
the Country Quiz at the href="http://bluepyramid.org">Blue Pyramid

All right, all right, FINE!!! I'll go clean my room now... }=-?

Do you realize guys she was born in 1974?

After 10 years, a lot of things change. Her voice- her voice, you hear the difference. Why, ten years ago she was hypothetically the best ever; ten years ago I didn't know a word nor thing she was saying. Then she matured, while I grew. Still wonderful, and it's intriguing and blissful to run through it chronologically-and for the parallel rapport: to run through me chronologically. They were just words, just interesting words. They haven't changed.
But I have.
And my favourite stage is the intermediate. Why? I don't really know. The initial stage was just as intense though rather infantile. The latest stages were inspirational and resolved. Does this mean she's done? Perhaps publicly. Lord, I hope not. I get too much of a kick out of it. Too many relational possibilities on my end anyway.

6 years old- 20 years old.
16 years old- 30 years old-- do you realize guys she was born in 1974?

Wow. How the heck did that happen?

26- where will I be? What about her?
36- somewhere at least decently resolute. Will my handwriting keep getting progressively worse? How about hers? But I never saw her handwriting.
46- Let's call it satiation.
56- menopause? Please spare me?
66- that's half a century from the here and now, folks.
76- what an interesting number. Perhaps a grandmother.
By 86 I'll have spoken so much that my vocal chords will be fried.
96- I'll still jump around, maybe. At concerts.
106, I'll-- well, wait, I may not make it to 106; I drink far too much coffee for that. But at least it's not mary jane.


Mmmmmm... 2.49-am-rants. Slurp- too tasty.

All right. Onto chemistry- or bed?


I think Shah was very glad to receive titanic amounts of attention (but he need not know).

--- But if there's one things that hasn't changed...
it's the F in my signature.



Oh, but I can't just give it all away!


My favourite.




" "
by


Burn the books
They've got too many names and psychoses
All this incriminating evidence
Would surely haunt me if someone broke into my house
Suits in the living room
Do you realize guys I was born in 1974
We've got someone here to
Explain your publishing
We know how much you love to be in front of audiences

Hopeful you are
Schoolbound you are
Naive you are
Driven you are

Take a trip to New York
With your guardian and your
Fake identification
When they said, "Is there something,
Anything you'd like to know, young lady?"
You said, "Yes, I'd like to know what kind of people
I'll be dealing with"

Precocious you are
Headstrong you are
Terrified you are
Ahead of your time you are


Don't mind our staring,
But we're surprised you're not in
A far-gone asylum
We're surprised you didn't crack up
Lord knows that we would've
We would've liked to have been there
But you keep pushing us away

Resilient you are
Big time you are
Ruthless you are
Precious you are