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Questions so basic they don't even get numbers
Name: Langoustine deMarbre
Birthday: le duex septembre, dix-neuf cent quatre-vingt quatre
City of residence: Olympia
And now,
The silly, the random, and boring, and the… uh… what's another adjective?
Topic I: Entertainment
1. What's in your disc man right now?
An mp3 disc, with random songs that are profound to me, probably dull to others who have more of a rock & roll background than me, and French stuff
2. Are you listening to any music as you fill this out? If so, what?
Henry Mancini - "Speedy Gonzalez"
3. Name at least 5 songs and artists that would belong on the soundtrack of your summer.
Iced Earth - "1776"
Final Fantasy VIII - "The Extreme Final Battle"
The Eagles - "New Kid in Town"
Weird Al Yankovic - "The Beer Song" (No, I didn't do any drinking, just the singing that should accompany drinking ;) )
Angelo Badalamenti - "Marcello's Theme" (from "La Cité des Enfants Perdus")
Cowboy Bebop - "Felt Tip Pen"
4. Which popular musical artist do you most wish had a mute button?
I prefer my own little fantasy world, where such stupid "musical" creations as shown on Fox don't exist...so, I can't answer this, as it pertains to a "mute" button, and I have a "out of sight, out of my mind" button. (This is assuming that 'popular' is meant the shallow way)
5. Which sports event would you most like to watch live?
Rugby
6. What is the most exciting movie you've seen this year?
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
7. What is the scariest movie?
The Shining
8. What is the worst movie?
Whatever it is, I know I haven't experienced it, and may I never
9. Do you have a TV show you absolutely refuse to miss, come hell, high water, or insane homework load? What is it?
I stopped watching TV, except for that video game channel every once in a while, so I have no come homework or high hell-level shows.
10. What band would you really like to see live?
The Seatbelts
Topic II: Dating
11. Which board game most closely resembles your dating game?
h) other (for quite a whiles, anyway) Solitaire
12. To which war can you most accurately liken your most recent break-up?
b) Revolutionary War…I'd outgrown her and it was time to move on.
13. Indicate you comfort level with PDA (And I'm not referring to computers, you nerds)
b) It's okay as long as it's appropriate for the atmosphere. I don't wanna see other people going at it too violently in public, either. And I define violently as I can look at a couple and tell just by their *cough cough* "goodbye" which bed they'll be sleeping in that night
14. Are you a chaser or a chasee?
chasee
15. Are you a dumper or dumpee?
dumpee
The Passive-Aggressive type. Ouch.
Topic III: Personality
16. Scenario: You have become a contestant in the Miss America contest (aren't you glad this is hypothetical?) What is your platform?
g. Anything my boobs can make come true.
I make the world glad that this is hypothetical!
17. On what show would you most like to enjoy your 15 minutes of fame?
g. Saturday Night Live
18. Turn your pockets inside out. What's in 'em?
My wallet, two Bic mechanical pencils (note to self, find a pen), my Short-Term Memory (pocket book for 2002), and keys to vehicles of these manufacturers: Acura, Ford, Lexus, and John Deere
19. You're standing at a crosswalk downtown. The signal is showing the red hand, but you could make it across if you book. Do you:
b) keep your feet firmly planted on the corner. Jaywalking is illegal, and the thought of the insult of a jaywalking ticket on my driving record makes me cringe.
20. Why is it called "jaywalking?"
Once upon a time, a small, Red Jay crossed the road by hopping its merry way at an intersection. Unfortunately, due to its small size, a 1902 Ford boxy car flattened the vertical dimension out of the Red Jay. Two dubbings came forth from this incident: the Red Jay's namesake was immortalized in the crime of jaywalking, and the Red Jay was renamed to a Sparrow, so that species of bird would learn from its own mistakes - from a third person view.
21. What's your favorite volunteering job?
Picking up trash alongside roads. There are no other times that I have to just be mentally idle and have a little personal "at peace" period.
22. What organizations or groups are you interested in joining in college?
No clue; Fractal Admirers Anonymous wouldn't be bad, if it existed.
23. What's more important to you: life span or life experiences?
Experiences - my birthday dream is to be thrown out of an airplane at ten thousand feet. The parachute would be optional - thus the lack of focus on span.
24. Scenario: You're downtown and you've got an hour until your bus leaves to take you home (pretend for a moment you don't have a car.) What do you do to kill the time?
I would take some sidewalk chalk and derive the Law of Cosines at the downtown bus station. After that work of art [in pink], I'd take green and derive the Moment of Inertia too...at some point, though, that would get tiresome (particularly trying to draw a 3 on a sidewalk), and I'd go around downtown sniffing for restaurant scents.
25. Scenario: It's Halloween. Your plans include…
b. a costume and a party at your friend's
c. a sweatshirt and a flashlight …you're taking your younger sibling trick-or-treating, and later on poaching his or her goodies.
d. textbooks, some freshly sharpened number 2 pencils, and your discman -- you've got studying to do.
f. a costume, a bag, and a flashlight -- who says teenagers can't trick-or-treat?
I'll pick one o' these...I just hope I don't get stuck with d...
26. When you dream, do you…(check all that apply)
a. dream about real people?
c. know that you are dreaming (lucidity)?
d. dream about imaginary places?
f. have more bad dreams than good dreams?
h. remember your dreams well in the morning?
i. take your dreams seriously
The best part is sometimes I can control what I do in my dreams...ah, nothing like a little free will in a world that'll change itself to whatever I may unconsciously want at the time...Apple Land was a short-lived idea thanks to this.
27. Hypothetically speaking (Very hypothetical, for some of you,) If you were to form a band with your friends, what do you think your band's name would be?
Dancin' Goat Hooves
28. What do you think would be a better mascot than the one we have at OHS? For those non-bears amongst us, just tell what your school's mascot is, and what you think it should be.
Well, the Evergreen Geoduck's got me inspired in a watery fashion...I wouldn't mind being an Oly Octo'[pus].
29. Scenario: A kid comes up to you in class and asks you to help him/her with an assignment. You:
a. put on your horn-rimmed glasses, gesture a bit, and say "Well, according to my calculation…you must rekenize…"
and then
e. sit right down and help him/her out.
30. Which popular expression annoys you most?
"Man, I bombed that test" as the person smiles while saying this (this may have died out since my freshman year of H.S., but if it's still there, I still frown at it...)
31. What superhero/supernatural/impossible quality or skill would you like to be endowed with?
Atomic Rearrangement and Reconstruction - the ability to turn poop into potatos, for dinner parties that my arch nemesis would throw.
32. Do you have any mottos of which you're especially fond? What are they?
Carpe diem!
Carpe {insert poor English-to-latin cognate here}-em!
...that had many a something-something...
33. Do you have any insults of which you're especially fond? What are they?
Someone must have peed in his mom. (For reaching all the way back in a person's lifespan)
34. What annoys you so much it drives you up the wall?
My body is annoyed by having a hand rub the chest suddenly - that just causes many a reflexive wiggle.
I'm just annoyed on all levels of intellect, then just the low levels of intellect, by rap "music." Country western picks away at my unconscious mind too.
35. Would you rather go out or stay at home on Friday nights?
I'll tell you this - it's midnight, it's Friday (technically Saturday), and this wasn't where I was envisioning myself three weeks back.
36. Do you enjoy taking risks?
I can't take a criminal risk, but I am otherwise a fairly...thrusting person. You know, thrust the left arm there, the right leg over nyah…
37. Do you enjoy being scared?
No, because it takes something pretty bad or something dangerously stupid (like driving 50 mph on North Street) to scare me.
38. What is your attitude towards surveys of this kind? If I make another, will you fill it out?
For a survey? I no fill out. For you? I fill out. Is good questions. Give me much…intoorpretation room =)
39. Anything else I need to know?
While a Half-Yarrow and a Full-Yarrow have been documented to happen at the same time, thus creating a Full-and-a-Half Yarrow, this is not possible with the Nelson. For, a Half-Nelson occupies one shoulder, while a Full-Nelson has need of both shoulders. Thus, it is not possible to have a Full-and-a-Half Nelson happen to any one individual at once. Shame.
Well, I've spent the last two weeks in fun classes. Orchestra's a blast, believe it or not - I enjoy the singing, the playing...Garret's auto-defeatist arguments I can do without, but I love the class. The Briggs Y has a ballroom dance class Saturdays from 1 to 2, and I've been tappin' my toes there, well enough to go swing dancing Tuesday.
And college started today.
I admit, skipping the prerequisite for C++ was anything but a smart idea...the introduction to the class alone steamrolled any confidence I had in free time for the quarter. I have to teach myself C! And without a text to boot...hopefully that'll be rectified tomorrow.
US History at the college was uneventful...Murray's a nice guy, but sitting in his class makes me feel like a freshman all over again. He told everyone about the 'transition from high school to college,' and the 'raised expectations,' et cetera...Herr Tomato can attest to this. And if he can't...then I'm remembering that expectation schpiel from my next class:
College Writing 101, apparently aka College 101. Again, the professor (Lawrenson) is nice, but I feel just like I did sitting in Freshman English, with promises of horrible horrible essays seeping from Vaughn's lips. Actually, Lawrenson didn't describe them as horrible...long, and far beyond the 5-paragraph form, but not horrible. Our 'portfolio' of ourselves is going to be twenty pages alone...
Every frickin' quarter, I do the same thing: I overload myself. I'm not gonna be sleeping well...if I don't make mucho progress on my Calc final tomorrow afternoon, I might not even be able to go dancing. My legs shall weep...through whatever orifices that would make that possible.
Ah, I forgot a fine point of college's commencement. It's something that all of us with cars are going to have to deal with at one point or another: parking. IT IS FUCKING INSANE TO FIND A PARKING SPOT BEFORE THE TWENTY MOVING VEHICLES SURROUNDING YOU DO! My apologies for venting, but circling lots of parking lots twenty, then fifteen, then ten minutes before class starts gets a wee bit stressful. I found the golden time of five minutes before class starts; when people are leaving their 9am classes to go do whatever their lives have in store for them, and they take their cars with them.
For such a crappy start to my post-OHS day, I at least get to balance it out with Writ101. You know why? Here's a conversation that broke a classroom's silence just before that class started:
Guy in back of room: "Well, aren't we a lively bunch? For anyone that cares, I'm Jolly."
...more silence...
Me: "...uh, would that be a name or adjective?"
Jolly: "Name."
So, I sit in a class with a guy named Jolly. I'm quite happy to end my school day like that.
My tongue is fine.
Last monday, I got a fantastic e-mail. The Friday before, I had written to my calculus tutor, asking how 'flexible' the thirty day turn-in period was. He wrote back Monday night, and what I remember most from it was this line:
"Another month is fine."
I floated into the kitchen after I read that, where my dad was washing dishes. When he saw me standing there, my big, dumb grin - not me - said "I have another thirty days." From his perspective, he saw a cloud of steam escaping from both of my ears as my brain decompressed. He's a little worried that I'm going to screw off my time until 3 weeks from now, where I'll run into the same problem as last weekend. Luckily, I'm still working on it; I'm at the 17th page of scratch work, and still countin'...
I found another way to fry my brain in the meantime.
Yesterday, for our group's homecoming event, six of us went out to dinner, as is normal on an evening like that. We were all dressed in black, which is a bit less normal. Then [as well planned] we skipped going to the dance, and went up to a place in Federal Way, next to the Outback Steakhouse; a place known as Lazer Quest. This is abnormal enough to throw people into shock, as it did in Federal Way.
For two twenty minute rounds, with groups of 30 then 8 playing at once, we zipped around a maze in a high-humidity zone, pinging each other with guns shaped like elongated beer cans with handles. Between these rounds, there was Dance Dance Revolution to be played [and to suck at, for me].
The sweltering heat before and after our break, while we were zapping each other with lasers, had all of the girls of our group boiling after the first round, and they were in dresses. After the second round...well, one guy's hair was dry before the games started, but looked like he stepped out of the shower after round two.
The ride back to Olympia consisted of us cooling down and napping, save the driver. We planned to keep the cold stuff comin' once we got to Olympia, by going to a Sherri's and ordering milkshakes.
After I sat down in the booth, though, I stopped moving my face. It took a particularly large amount of brainpower, from a fairly diminished source, to decide between ordering a strawberry milkshake and a blueberry milkshake. I thought "strueberry" out loud a couple times. My face wasn't moving when the waitress came to take our orders; when she got to me, I flapped my jaw around and got "I would like a strueberry milkshake, please." However, I saw her just grin and write something down; I suspected she was only going to get half of my order, so I asked her to blend a strawberry and blueberry milkshake together.
I recommend this drink to anyone who happens to stop into a Sherri's after something hot has happened - the shake tastes like a regular Mixed Berry, and the blueberries are frozen solid at service time; though, the latter feature may not be intentional...
No, I did not lick the bottom of the metal blender cup. I don't think it was because I was too conscious too after all of the sugar got to my system - I think it just didn't look cold enough to intrigue my subconscious...
I thought that I would try to teach my little brother (freshman) a few notes about the grace one should have once one gets to high school. I've only been able to teach him a few things...if anyone can think of something to add to the list, comment away =)
*.) If you're going to make a really loud noise, at least do it in a sea of people where you can't hear yourself think anyways.
*.) People are the reason that I came back to high school for my senior year instead of going to college all day. Don't give up that powerful staying force that lies in many familiar faces by leaving them all behind.
*.) Sleep and homework are not the only two time-consumers to be juggled after school. Play has to make it in there, as well. (Yes, to say this, I do acknowledge that a full day of calculus is not a good idea.)
*.) Don't air your armpit out of a moving car's window.
I believe I've covered the essentials there...
Today, while meandering the halls of OHS in my free time before the school got out, I encountered Leah and Meredith. They were talking in the hall, and soon I was talking with them, but then Leah went to the little girl's room. So, I was talking with Meredith. That is, I was, until she started going down the hall away from the science hall.
I pestered and pestered her "Why leave Leah?", and before she gave in and would tell me, Leah was out of the powder room. So, Meredith gets this wild look in her eye, and says, "Come on, Alex! There's Leah! Go get her!"
And go to get her I did! I gave a mighty jazz-walkin' chase after Leah, until I realized that the only footsteps that I was hearing were mine. I turned and saw Meredith dashing down the main hall, away from me! Then I turned and saw Leah zipping away towards Microbio.
Quoth the Giant of an old Bugs Bunny "Jack in the Beanstalk"-esque cartoon:
"Dyuh, you tried to pull a fast one on me, but you can't do that, because I'm a moron."
Ah, but all was good, because I ended up following Leah to Microbio. She showed me her foot fungus, and I got my tiny revenge on Meredith with the well-formed culture ;)