What it all boils down to:

a) Screw Bizarth. Stupid reatard jasdlkfjlksajdkl....

b) Rich people, save for a few, are snooty and jerkish.

c) Next time, I'll be sure to spill coffee on both a and b.



I should go do homework now.

I just thought I should update and share with you that I finally found the a capella version of Suzanne Vega's "Tom'd Diner". Whoooo!!! I have been looking for this version for a few years now, probably. Hence, I thought it was post-worthy.
Adios!

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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hmm...

My AP Calculus Extra Credit Problem

Once upon a time, there was a buffalo soldier with saliently long dreadlocks. He was driven from Africa to the heart of America, but little did he know that his dreadlocks carried the parainfluenza virus, a virus that serves to cause the common cold.

One day, while he was standing in line at his local coffee shop awaiting the preparation of the cafe mocha he'd long sought to buy and sip, one of his dreadlocks came in contact with a cup of coffee near him which was destined to belong to Joel, a successful businessman. Joel squealed at the sight, alarmed. The buffalo soldier apologetically said, "Don't worry, be happy, man!"
Joel growled skeptically, "Oh, well, I'll be late for work if I don't hurry, " and quickly gulped the cup of coffee.

Two days later, at the office, Joel started experiencing the symptoms of the cold. He sneezed vigorously and continuously, and when Matt, the fellow who worked in the office nextdoor, approached him with a pot of coffee, Joel was glad to receive him. The two commenced engaging in profound conversation when Matt exclaimed, "Oh! I forgot the sugar! I'll go get it. I shall return." Joel sneezed again, this time in the pot of coffee. He thought, "Don't worry, be happy, man!" and failed to mention the incident to Matt upon his return.

Matt poured himself a cupfull of the coffee, drank it, and marveled, "Boy, is this coffee great or what?!" His secretary Kimberly asked to try some, and Matt happily poured her a cup.

Soon enough, the vast majority of the 21st floor of the building had had coffee from the pot. There was a mutual appreciation for the coffee, and when Jay the psychic biochemist was told to have a mugfull, he felt an evil aura about the coffee. He obtained a sample of the coffee and analyzed it under a powerful microscope. After a few minutes, he remarked, "This coffee is loaded with dead white blood cells-- with snot carrying the common cold virus!!"

Panick-stricken, all who had drunk the coffee turned to Joel and, with clenched fists, gnarled, "Thou shall suffer!!!"

Joel initially had 6000 viral bacteria in him. Assume that 90% of the bacteria wound up in the coffee pot. Given that the bacteria grows exponentially from 2000 to 4000 units in 20 minutes, that the coffee party lasted 2 hours, that the individuals' immune systems were fairly weak, and that each person could only withstand an infection of 6000 bacteria before dying, how many people did Joel need to escape from in order to avoid being lynched and surviving?




Credits: Bob Marley and the common cold


And yes, I do claim a copyright on this. Don't steal my problem!! I have a mean cat to hurt you if you do!!!

Today.

*Shakes head vigorously and repetitively*

GAAAAAHHH!!!

Asia is making me so mad that it's not even funny anymore.
It's one thing to be terrified, but it's another to be a selfish snob.


First of all, she still hates Shah with all her might. He tries to stay away from her, and she follows him and starts hissing at him. Poor Shah.
Then, she won't let him have anything that belongs to him. She has her own bowls for water and food, and she wouldn't let Shah get to his food, which was beside hers. So, I moved all of Shah's stuff to the other side of the kitchen-- I even gave her the nicer spot, by the window!!!- but noooooo, she wanted Shah's stuff, so she went back over to Shah's food, at which point I got mad because poor Shah was hungry.
So, then, I fed them the EXACT SAME THING to make her happy. They are just like two furry children, for real. They ate quietly, Asia glaring at Shah from time to time and Shah returning the glares, and then they both proceeded to clean themselves at opposite ends of the living room, still glaring at one another.

Then, they started arguing again-- Asia commencing it, of course!


Besides the fact that she's stressing Shah out, I'm mad at her because she's a nosey mess.

Ale was painting today, and she went ON the palette-- STUPID cat-- full of paint-- I'm not even sure whether it was toxic!!-- and then walked EVERYWHERE with blule paint on her paws. It took me an hour to clean the trail of blue paint (she stained the ghettomachine), and when I tried to get the paint off her paws with cat wipes, she freaked out on me and tried to kill me. I chased her around for 30 solid minutes in attempt to clean her, and she hissed at me the entire time. So, then, I decided that if she wanted to keep licking her paws and die, that was her prob, and I left her alone.

Then, you can't imagine WHAT she did. She ate my homework!!!

Like, really! She went and bit a corner off my calculus homework that only took me, oh, say, an hour to do!!!?!!?!?!
I was able to tape it back together, thank goodness, but still! And she scratched one of my BDB CD's.

I simply don't have patience nor time for this right now. The next few months will be hell, and she's already making it harder.
I'm really starting to think this wasn't a good idea. I'm going to let mom deal with the cat, because it was her idea, and anyway, mom's the only one who can approach her unharmed. I swear, I have only touched the cat ONE TIME. ONE TIME. In 48 hours. ONE TIME. She let me pet her ONE TIME, when mom was there. She's a little suck up with mom. She makes me so mad.

Honestly, I normally love cats, but this is the first cat to ever make me so angry and the first cat to ever hate me so much.

I'm afraid of wearing shorts around the house because she likes to attack my legs-- she hasn't scratched me yet, but she's come pretty darn close so many times.

Furthermore, I think she has fleas. Something's been biting me since she arrived. I can't even do anything about it, because I can't get closer than 3 feet to her, so I can't get the anti-flea on her.


I told mom that she should either
a) take her to Petsmart and have her claws clipped off or
b) buy me a leather glove (one of those that's used when training hawks),
otherwise I'll never be able to get near this cat.


UGHH!!! I'm so frustrated, honestly. I so hope she gets used to it and quits being such a meanie. Back to calculus I go... and if she whines that loudly another time........................................................ *shakes fist* }=-?


"Frustrate"
by Flotsam and Jetsam

I want to kill, to throw against the wall
Hole in the glass to feel it all
A release to stay insane

I want to scream
Clenched fist, ground teeth
A bad dream, feeling so mean
Stumble across my piece
Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
All of the sudden it feels so real
The bang, the smoke, the blood

Jump to the car, start it to the floor and while the engine's still in a roar slap it it drive
And leave behind a trail of anger a path to find

I want to scream
Clenched fist, ground teeth
A bad dream, feeling so mean
Stumble across my piece
Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
All of the sudden it feels so real
The bang, the smoke, the blood

I can't feel my feet but I see em flyin
Never hit the ground, rising above
Looking down on you, down on the heads of the damned
Marching all right through into the crowd

I want to scream
Clenched fist, ground teeth
A bad dream, feeling so mean
Stumble across my piece
Quiver the index, sweat between the skin and the steel
All of the sudden it feels so real
The bang, the smoke, the blood

I want to kill, to throw against the wall
Hole in the glass to feel it all
A release to stay insane

Mean cats, good concerts, and things like confusion...

Sector A: Mean Cats

Asia is terrified. And she doesn't like me.

Last night, mom went to pick up Asia. She brought her home, and while she was still in the cage, she saw Shah and started freaking out. She started hissing and growling and bouncing madly in attempt to kill him. Therefore, not knowing what to do about it, we put her in the art studio by the garage overnight. Shah was terrified and insisted on spending the night with me with the door closed. Poor baby.

So, then, this morning I woke up at about 11.30 when my mother called, asking me to deal with the issue. I locked Shah in my room and went downstairs to let Asia out. She was terrified and hissing at me more than ever. I was very scared, too. I called Emily and spoke to Ms. Kim and Em about it all. That was a bit comforting.

So, yeah, I spent the rest of my day pretty much trying to avoid the cat so as to keep my flesh, unable to get anything done out of fear I'd freak her out even more.

She's a bit stupid, too. She managed to hurt herself quite a few times, and it was actually pretty funny. There is no accessing anything one needs without her fussing about it. I'm starting to be really irritated. I think she's bipolar; one moment, she's relaxed and observative and adorable-- the next, she's hissing her throat off. This being a crazy set of months that's approaching, it's a really bad time to have to deal with cat drama...

Sector B: Good Concerts

The Mercer concert tonight was very good. Northgate's men choir performed first, and they did pretty well. I liked the second piece they sang.
We did all right, but at one point during "Cantate Domino" poor Neris got really excited, I guess, and sang to prominence; Ms. B.'s mouthing to him that he had been entirely too loud throughout the entire piece seemed to put him in a disappointed/ ill mood. I think we went a little sharp on "O Waly Waly", but my mom didn't think so.

Ms. B. totally foot-in-the-mouthed herself. She was talking about two of her prior students who were currently in the Mercer choir and how proud of them she was, and at one point she said something like, "I really didn't want them to go to Mercer- sorry," and went on babbling. Initially, it seemed as though she were implying that Mercer weren't a good enough school, and later, it seemed as though she were implying that her two students weren't talented enough to go to Mercer... All in all, I was left with a big question mark in my head and never quite understood what on Earth she was attempting to convey. She probably should have never said any of it. Hehe.

B and I actually had a good, ten minute conversation before the concert. She sat beside me for a while, and we talked about choral music and the illegal processes I must go through to find the good stuff (downloading-- and I gave her some tips on searching, too-- is that bad?) as well as how odd it was that I'm almost a senior and almost graduating. That lead on to a college and career discussion; that was likely the most shocking part of the conversation. She said that she thought I could do everything I listed (you likely know the list by now, and it's kind of long and backwards as I'm that way), and she said she'd give me a list of good music schools and good people to contact. Besides all this, she thanked me for being on time. =.P

The Mercer Singers were awesome. They sang some really awesome stuff, and I knew most of it. I almost jumped off my seat over "Daemon Irrepit Collidus", which is a totally awesome, awesome, awesome, cool Latin intriguing piece. They also sang "Sing Me to Heaven", which was a pretty-- an uber-pretty. They sang other lotsa good stuff, and they closed with a hilarious Mercer arrangement of THAT song (I really cannot think of the title, but it's a traditional).

Good concert. I shouldn't have been so skeptical about it to begin with, but it was good, indeed. It was certainly a marvelous break from the cat drama.

Sector C : And Things like Confusion

B puzzles me. The cat befuddles me. My life confuses me beyond belief.


I'm kinda sleepy, but I likely need to at least clean my room, or something, as I promised mum I'd go watch The Passion of the Christ with her tomorrow. It surprises me that she wants to see it. I hope it will speak to her.

I hope it will speak to me, too, as I'm still in that Christian down that I've been in... for a long time now.




Furthermore, we had only instant coffee today. No coffee for me today. Had to have Chai instead. =-(
And I think I've gained weight.


Maybe this should be "Gatton" instead:


"Cabron"
by Red Hot Chili Peppers


Cabron cabron
Cabron cabron
I see you in the park
You're always wearing
Dodger blue
Mad doggin' me and
Anyone from any other crew
I am small but I am strong
I'll get it on with you
If you want me to
What else can I do
Everyone would take a cue
From anything you do
If you want them to
What else can they do
I don't want to fight
I want to get along with you
This time of night's
For singin' songs
About the local news
Cabron cabron
Cabron cabron
I'll come around and make peace
Get down have a barbecue
Let's keep the moon awake
And do electric boogiloo
I am small but I am strong
You see I'm just like you
If you only knew
That I'm just like you
All the world would
Take a cue from
Anything you do
If you only knew
That they're just like you
I don't want to fight
I want to get along with you
This time of night's
For singin' songs
About the local news
Cabron
If you want me to
What else can I do
Cause i'm just like you
If you only knew
Cabron