s3xx0rz

Yeah, so McKenzie had a birthday party for Kristen K. on Saturday. And about nine people were there, so it was like a small gathering of some kind. Anyway, there was a lot of innuendos and sex jokes being tossed around; it was hilarious.

Remember, I'm 15. Sex jokes are funny. But it's not like I'm going to tell you guys about the jokes themselves.

Breach in Sector O-52.316!

Yeah, so class officers elections were today, and Sam M. was the only one running for class of 09 President (I could have run and I might have won). So, of course, he won. After school was out, me and Devon met up with Sam and his girlfriend, Sam C. Of course, Devon and I couldn't let Sam's new position go to waste, so we swore ourselves in as his new Secret Security. We decided we needed cool ear radio transmitter things, sunglasses, and suits.

Well... we didn't have anything like that on hand. So, instead, we decided to run in front of Sam M. and ush people out of his way. You never know when one of them could possibly be an assasin. Eventually, Kristen K. gave him a hug, and I screamed, "BREACH!"

Devon and I continued to run around for awhile until we actually had to leave the building about five minutes later.

Ununununpeoplearestupidlium

Okay, so I was finally able to get together with my chamber group today, and we played pretty well. Right now, I think we're leaning towards Celtic Fiddle Tune for the concert on May... 7th? I'd have to check. But that song is pretty solid, so we'll sound good.

On the other end of the happy spectrum, AB was being stupid in science class. Again. And when I use the word "smart," I mean he was being a smart-***. Someone figured out that the last letter in the last few elements (110-116, I think. The "Uu[blank]"s) stand for numbers. For example, the first one is something like "UliububUN," where un is the number one in several languages.

This is where AB comes in. You see, his dad is some scientist/science teacher/I don't care and had him memorize the Periodic Table. So when the first person figured it out, he's all like, "I thought it was common sense." And then he lists the stupid elements off. He is such a freaking show-off, and he's as bad as his mom, the infamous Mrs. S.

If they moved, I would sing on a desk or something. Because I do not like them.

Finding Possible Career Choices Is Fun!

I've decided that I might be happy about pursuing a career in linguistics. It's almost like a science, for it is the science of languages. And I love learning new languages. I mean, all I know so far is some broken French, but I just love the feeling of knowing that I could go to a foreign country and be able to blend in somewhat. And learning about the culture of that country is pretty interesting, too.

As of now, I've decided, if I am to try to be a linguist, I should start now and attempt to take every foreign language class I can while still in high school. I'll complete French by going through French V and start Spanish Junior year (since I already signed up my classes next year) and go at least to Spanish III, and I'll also try to get some German, too.

Hopefully when I'm out of high school I'll have known French and Spanish at the very least, and throughout college I'd want to learn a total of about 8 languages, three or four of which I would already know. Those would be English (duh), French, Spanish, German, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and some Latin. If I could I'd go after Italian and Norse/Swedish/Finnish. Depends.

Or I might not want to be a linguist. Whatever.

Bam?

I am hoping that what I'm about to say will sound weird to you, too. See, through the process of looking at my friends Myspaces, it occured to me that new kids are really annoying. Like, I hate them. Oh, you want reasoning? Well, here, take it:

It just seems that if you're really athletic or something you're welcomed by every person in the school. If I ever got up to that level, I'm betting no one would care. I've been in the same school district for all my life and probably half the kids in my grade don't know who I am. Oh, but they know who TC is, and Bwhateverhislastnameis is. Why? Because they're really tall. So, thus, they are interesting.

But, Patrick, you say, other people are tall. Well, the way I see it, my peers have been watching familiar (or not-so familiar) people get taller over the years, but BAM! One minute, it's just empty space, and the next, there's some really tall person. So they want to know who they are. And for some reason, that really eats at me.

Oh, and I'm going to see Scary Movie 4 tonight, so it shall be teh funneh.

Drywall Is Heavy

Okay, so in History class we're doing an Ancient Greece unit, right? Well, we were going over some notes (which are ALWAYS fun with Ms. Templeton, as you're about to find out) and we stopped at what a hoplite was last time.*

So today we started off with the word phalanx. A phalanx was a battle formation in which 64 people (we used 6, but whatever) link their arms in this sort of funky circle-chain thing, and they all hold shields and swords. You hold the shield in your right arm, having the arm looped through two seperate ropes on the back of the shield, and when you hold it correctly, the top of the shield covers your chest while the opposite end is over the hip area of the person to the right of you. In your left hand goes your sword/spear/sharp-stick-you-poke-the-enemies'-eyes-out-with. The flaw in this part is that the person on the farthest left side is screwd because they aren't fully protected. Oh, and only the front-most row has the shields, since everyone behind them basically has human shields. The front row's job is to run as fast as possible, and everyone behind them is to push the front row people against the enemy.

Yeah, it was a horrible battle formation, but it worked for the ancient Greeks. Somehow.

Anyway, like I've said before, we only 6 people to do it, and Templeton first asked Midori to get this orange model shield she had that was made out of drywall and show it to everyone. So Midori's standing there holding it up, and then Templeton says, "Okay, Athens**, everyone get up and stand with Midori."

So we all get up, and Ben, Zach, and I are standing in the front row with Steff, Midori, and Emily behind us. I've been given the shield and everyone else was given some sort of plastic baseball bat. Oh, and our arms are looped together, so every time Zach moves his hand to talk to someone next to him, my left hand is flying about uselessly whilst my right forearm is getting the circulation cut off because of the rope digging into my arm. The shield wasn't even that heavy, it's just that I stood there for about 15 minutes basically holding a huge chunk of drywall with my forearm.

Eventually, Templeton tells Sparta to get up and she tells us to run at each other. And we lost both times we went at each other because my group consists of a bunch of smart, semi-in-shape people versus these super-jock freaks. Though we pushed back pretty well. So, in the end, I don't think all of us wouldn't have died (well, maybe not Midori since she was behind my six foot-something frame and she's, like, five foot two).

Oh, and later, we found some irony. The real Spartans were in-your-face, super athletic people, and the group of Sparta in our class is the exact same way. It was horrible.

*hoplite- Greek foot-soldier
**For the unit, Templeton split us into five groups; Macedonia, Athens, Thebes, Troy, and Sparta. I, somewhat ironically, am in Athens, the smarter people of ancient Greece.

It's Almost Easter...

I really want to rant about something, but I, being me, don't feel like it. So I'll only say that people in my History class are being really jerk-y about something really stupid to a group of people (which includes me, which is why I'm mad [okay, that's kind of selfish; I guess I'd be mad if I weren't in this group, too]), and it pisses me off so much. I think I might explain later, but I don't feel like talking about it.

So, to make myself feel better, I'll think about an interesting joke we made in our French class. Slight warning, though- it's about religion-- Christianity, to be specific-- so if you're really sensitive about these kind of things, then don't read ahead. But I doubt it would be that insulting, so by all means read like you've never read before!

A few weeks ago, Sarah brought in a paper from her English class (her class was doing their research papers, so the paper she had was part of someone else's presentation. Just for reference, the girl's topic was "How events in the Bible prove that the Bible was real"). On it, there were questions she was supposed to fill out throughout the presentation. Being Sarah, of course, she didn't. So she, Kristen, and I were filling in silly answers for all the questions. Our little joke started when I was to answer the question "Who is the Messiah?"

I write: "Kristen [last name] omg!"

And thus, the birth of Kristen (now pronounced "Christ"-en), the new Messiah. Supposedly. The real point of the joke is to justify ridiculous actions, such as pushing people out of the way in the middle of the hallway. Kristen's excuse would be, "I'm the Messiah and I'll push anyone I want to!" Other powers include smiting people and the ability to walk on top of desks, our replacement for large bodies of water because the only one nearby is Lake Isabella, and I don't feel like walking all the way over there.

Giving any more authenticity to her new identity, Kristen soon hired apostles (who we called prophets at first, until someone corrected us; we're now prophets/apostles. It's much better than those original 12 people). Here's our list so far, and to the best of my memory:

1) Me, since I'm the one who originally thought the whole idea up.
2) Sam C.
3) Kathleen
4) Matt K.
5) Lauren
6) Breanne
7) Matt D. (some questionin about this one)
8) (I don't kow for this one, but I swear there's an eighth one of us)

And that's pretty much it. And please, if someone is going to get insulted by this, be insulted by our apparent knowledge of Biblical events. I'm trying my best here about trying to find answers, but it really is kind of boring. Sorry.

So, in the end, I guess I did rant about something. Ah, and it did make me feel better.

I Almost Didn't Title This

Ugh. I was going to complain about my day, but I changed my mind. Maybe some noise will come from me tomorrow.

Yay! I'm Old!

I turned 15 on Tuesday. You all are just jealous. I tried to join Myspace, but it kept wigging out on me, so I'm not going to even try anymore. And sorry about the short post. I'm lazy.

The Bloody Countess-Lady of Disney World!

No, not really. I just like making ridiculously long titles for my posts sometimes.

Anyway, Disney World was cool. On Sunday we went to Magic Kingdom, and we rode a bunch of roller coasters and a couple other rides. They were all pretty fun. Sarah wouldn't stop talking or complaining about how cold or hot she was. Whatever.

Monday we ventured to Epcot. We, unfortunately, were unable to ride the giant golf ball, but I think I'll survive. Somehow. Anywho, we rode four or five rides, and they were all cool. The better of them would have to be Mission: Space and Test Track. Mission: Space basically assigns each person in a four-man team (or one male teen, two female teens, and some little boy) a job- the job doesn't really matters, it just decides which button you're supposed to press. After that you get in this little room where a bunch of G-force is applied to you, somewhat simulating what liftoff in a real shuttle would be like. I'd imagine it's much stronger than what they give you at Disney World.

Test Track, the other amazing ride, places the riders in a car going through testing in a large factory-like place. It starts out with roads, then turning, then slopes and heat and such. The best part is when they run you through the barrier test. Poor Sarah actually believed we were going to be rammed into the barrier on the track (I think Andrea and I figured out it would open up at the last second), so the picture they took was basically of her screaming her head off and gripping our arms like there was no tomorrow. It was hilarious.

Oh, and the world pavilions were cool, too.

Wednesday we went to Animal Kingdom. It was okay. Expedition Everest was the r0xx0rz (that really just means it was cool). It went backwards and forwards and every other which way. That's pretty much it for Disney World, because we then had to drive back to Ohio. And Georiga just went on forever.

Now for the Bloody Countess-Lady section of the title. Yesterday I went with a large group (okay, maybe it was just six) of people to see the movie Stay Alive. It was weird. The story was jerked around all over the board, there were some loopholes in the movie, and some other stupid things. Bottom line- if you're a fan of horror movies, rent it when it is released on DVD; you'll laugh so much. If you're not a horror fan, don't see it, or you might scream like every 12 year old girl that had filled the theater last night (they were freaking everywhere). Just because it's a crappy horror movie doesn't mean it isn't creepy.