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Wednesday, 18 June 2008

The second season of America's Best Dance Crew starts today!

I am pumped. How pumped? This pumped.

Thursday, 12 June 2008

G major, B minor, E minor, C major

My dad watched The Office (American version! Not British!) for the first time yesterday, and liked it.

Now if our discussion ever turns to American pop culture, we can stretch the conversation away from Tom Hanks' Big and Forrest Gump!

I consider this a victory.

Thursday, 22 May 2008

el insomne

I can't sleep, so here:

Today I took the alternate AP Music Theory exam. That was my last AP test. Ever, ever, ever. But really, can you say anticlimactic? Because I really thought I would feel some sort of relief after sealing those multiple choice booklets for the last time.Well, that or maybe nostalgia, though that would be pushing it.

But no, the test ended with me sight singing two phrases, walking out of the testing room, and getting lunch in the cafeteria. I'm trying to recall what I felt at the end of the test, but my mind just kind of crossfades from minor arpeggios to cheese breadsticks.

I'm thinking this whole thing - events more or less feeling anticlimactic, that is - is a general pattern for me recently. Big events, like my birthday, Christmas, senior finals, or the last day of high school, almost seem routine? Or that they don't deserve any special recognition or anything - after all, life goes on. I almost suspect that this is the pattern most people follow, though. But seriously, I am not an expert.

I have a feeling I'm going to process graduation the same way, however, which is kind of a sobering thought.

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

Yo, it's 4 am, Central Daylight, and I'm done with ureters and nephrons and kidney stones, oh my. Hey, stop snickering and being all "4 am? Pfft, that's just when I start studying/partying/Facebooking for four hours." Okay, I know, I'm not normally awake at this time, I'm in high school, so my actual bed time was like, seven hours ago. You know. Right after Mom reads me my bedtime story.

But, dang, a second blog entry in one day? Like an undercooked steak, this is kind of rare. And a little bit disgusting. All that blood? Gross. And the risk of tapeworms. Just sick. I'm sorry. I lost my place. Where was I? Right, today's second blog entry.

I like to believe that the reason I don't blog often is that I'm limiting the supply of my blog entries, so they're not devalued. I'm trying to live like a realist now, though, so it's time to admit the truth: the reason for the paucity of my blog entries is probably sloth. How you like that, Belphegor? You enjoy how I name-dropped your deadly sin?

Okay, you should probably be able to tell by now that I'm doing some mildly extensive Wikipedia research for this blog entry.

So, the seven deadly sins always remind me of the final episode of MTV Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Inferno. I guess that securely dates me. If I were born at least half a generation earlier, I'd probably make the association to Se7en, but no, the only Kevin Spacey movie I've ever seen was 21.

Yeah, a movie released in 2008 about students at MIT. It's a good thing that people aren't defined by the movies they watch.
Another ten second entry

Two hours into studying for tomorrow's Anatomy and Physiology test, I've covered about one third of the urinary system.

Yes, and it's getting exponentially difficult to avoid thinking things like this:

"Urination? I'm a nation! He's a nation! She's a nation! We're all nations! AHHH, HAHAHAHAHAHA"

And then my brain rocks back and forth in the corner of my skull, crying.