Saturday, September 30, 2000
Thursday, September 28, 2000
It's remarkable how similar "The Crucible" parallels society today.
Wednesday, September 27, 2000
Monday, September 25, 2000
I've got bendy bones, in a manner of speaking, in the sense that I've got Ehlers-Danlos syndrome type III. There's a fibrous growth in my right tibia that should be bone, and it might be termed a benign tumor, although it's not really a tumor so to speak. When I was younger I had a slight facial tick... it's just kind of weird. I've also got cold sores around my eyes instead of around my mouth, and when it shows up, it's usually accompanied by conjunctivitis. Most notably of everything, and related to EDS3, is my deformed left knee. It grew funny, and now when I bend my leg, the kneecap slides right out of place. The muscles are aligned wrong, there's no groove in my bone to keep it where it's supposed to be, my tibia is attatched slightly crooked, and the worst part of all of this is the result.
I use my knee as an excuse. An excuse to be lazy, and not do things. And, I also suffer the consequence of teetering on the edge of unhealthily lazy. I gotta change this. But right now... more so, I need to be getting ready for school. As the second youngest junior in my high school... I'm not going to be driving myself around until May 26 `01 at the very earliest. The only person younger than me cheated (Tim). He skipped a grade.
Sunday, September 24, 2000
She completely disregards any shred of civility she might have in order to get what she wants. If your have a conflicting opinion, or even if you don’t, if you do something which she doesn’t understand, or has some sort of curiosity about, she whole heartedly believes that she is entitled to whatever she damn well pleases. This gets on my nerves. For example, I was typing this with her directly behind me, so I was typing it in MS word for copying and pasting to blogger, and I was doing it @ size 4 font rendering it illegible. She turns around, and says “what’s that dorkus?” What kind of person asks that and expects a reasonable answer. You don’t insult people and then ask them for things. Kind of like I don’t insult you, your family, your religion, etc. and then ask if I can borrow some money.
Luckily for me, my youngest sister isn’t like this… so usually, when the one who bothers me a lot starts harassing people, we can come up with a good set of insults and contradictions to her claims to make her shut up and stop bitching. It’s a good thing it works like that.
So, why am I blogging? I suppose that is the question, and the answer is this. I felt like getting some stuff off of my mind, this is helping me organize my thoughts, and I'm simply figuring out how I'm going to get everything done tonight. Ideally, it would go something like this: I'll spend the next 1.5-2 hours writing a first draft of my essay, after which I will go upstairs to spend a hour and a bit doing physics problems. This brings me to about 7:00 tonight. I'm assuming we'll have an early dinner, and eat then (early in my house is 7:00... normal is 8:00, a bit crazy). After dinner, I'll be able to go back to work on my essay, hammering out the final draft. After I've finished that essay, I'll do my journalism homework, and spend whatever time I have left between then and 11:00 to finish my physics and get to sleep. Ideally, I'll have finished the physics earlier and be able to get to sleep a lot closer to 10:00 in an attempt to get 8 hours of sleep (seeing as I usually have to wake up at 6:00 in order to get a shower before school, such is life w/ 3 other people trying to leave the house before 7:15). Ok... I've just wasted 8 minutes writing this... but if I can write my essay at this rate... I'll be done in no time.