I think I need to go do my homework. Stupid tests. But I seriously don't feel up to it. Feeling rather burdened at the moment, with these tests and having to sign up for the SAT and ACT and stuff. No wonder mom went to all the stoner parties when she was in my predicament. Granted, she's never told me about what happened there nor have I asked, but I know she had friends who smoked, and I don't mean Marlboros. I don't know; I'm just rambling. TGIt's Tylenol.

Gotta run and go make dinner. And remember people: winners don't use drugs! That's what it says on all those late 80's arcade games. You go, Nancy Reagan.

An oatmeal creme pie sounds really good right now, doesn't it? Go on.

Suicide sodas (or I'm not 21 yet)

I think I should get back to my roots. So I'll talk about my original inspiration to blog. Or at least I think it was. Anywho, went to Circle K yesterday and bought a thirst buster of Pepsi and Squirt and a dash of Dew and Sprite (roughly 90% and 6% and 2% and 2%, respectively) so it wasn't my most provocative but it was dee-licious.

Then at the register, the cashier was asking me if I wanted a pack of cigarettes or a lottery ticket, which I thought was really cool mind you, but I had to tell her (she was like mid-20's) that I wasn't 21, which is the legal gambling age in our state. Then she was like, what, how old are you? And I said 17 and she tilted her head in the most acute bizarre way. BUt I paid for my non-alcoholic drink and then left. Mind you I had on a UA cap and my grey fuzzy sweatshirt on.

So do I look that old? I know sometimes, sometimes I can be a little mature, and then again last week I was jumping in the puddles so that's up to you. But do I look older than I am? I guess that's what I'm getting to.

Again, I would like to remind any prospective people that I am looking for someone for this year's prom. Please apply. PLEASE!

Another teenager of another generation

Sorry my title bar seems to have disappeared.

So, what up my peepol? HOw were things 2day? I know I wasn't in, so sorry about that. Didn't get sleepn last night. My mom and cousin and aunt felt rather capricious (yay! vocab word) and decided to go bowling. AT 930. So naturally I had to linger along for the heck of it because I wouldn't go to sleep anyway because I'm trained not to doze until midnightish, which is bad. Back to the balls, I did pretty good. 105 and 84 and 135. Then my coz wanted to do DDR. They've got DDRMAX 2 at the alley we went to. SO naturally I felt like doing the hardest song I could think of. It's not like a level 9 or anything, but it has like 100 jumps or more. Witch Doctor, standard mode. So I got a B on it, and was as red as a beet, so yeah, I was tired. Then we had to get home and put away all the laundry we had just washed prior to the whimsical idea and so I was sleepy was I went to,well, sleep.

Then on Saturday I went to this coillege thingy and they gave me some software to help me determine what I wanted to e when I grew up. Before hand, I had the idea that I should do somthing in either engineering, math, media, or drama/music. And now, after the scientific analytic tests it says that I should pursue a degree in either: engineering, physics, math, geology, media, drama or music. So now I'm just even more confused. Geology? Who'd a thunk? I mean, rocks are cool. Earthquaks are cool phenonema. SO yeah, why not? But I was diasppointed that professionla bowler was not in my future.

So now I've got tofind out how to pay for everything: SAT, ACT, AP's, yearbook, prom, Chicken McNuggets. What to do? I don't know cuz I've got hw to do. poopy.

Oh yeah, about the title, it hit me when I was at the alley that we're nothing special. Don't get me wrong, it's just that we're just like any other teenagers of past and future. They had KFMA on the radio and it all sounded so surreal, like when you imagine your parents at the skate country rink and they had the music goign on, if your folks were like that, I mean. I dunno, it just made me realize that we've got more fancy electronical stuff and newer music but essentially we're still the same.

The quesytionaire did ask me a lot of stuff about philosophy, though.

One day in Nerdland

So yeah, went to Phoenix yesterday for that math thingy. It was ok except for the part of us doing no real math. And it was all precalc/ algebra stuff, so easy, and the people were like, " I need a lifeline!" The only things I didn't like were complex numbers (I've never liked those; too complex) and math history. What is the fields medal? Apparently Archimedes is on it. Then we went to B.O.B. and ate at Friday's and played crosswords and came home. Alaska is the noerthernmost US state.

But the thing took place during this math convention/ job fair. And there were SO MANY NERDY PEOPLE THERE! With the balding (even the women!) and the glasses and the pocket protectors (I saw plenty) NOOOOOOO! I dont want to grow up to be like that. Save me, Save me. Please! Bowling is sounding very good right now.

Heroes in a Half Shell

TURTLE POWER!

Is it bad that we're reminiscing on all the cool stuff we had when we were little while we're still technically little? Is that acceptable teenage behaviior? Cuz at lunch Robyn, Alice and I were just talking about stuff back in the good old days. NES, the old Zelda games, Captain N and the Super Mario Bros. Super Show. (My favorite line of all time pretty much from anywhere has to be from an episode where Mario and Luigi are pretending to be pirates to get inot Koopa's lair, and they pass by a randomly placed saloon with stuff and Luigi goes to get a drink and he says with his utmost masculinity "I'll have a milk" but then all the other troopas are staring at him, so he adds at the last second "In a dirty glass" and that makes him cool) (ok the last two I just thought of) and Mega Man and oh man it was an awesome lunch

So that's what I'm doing online, looking for the TMNT theme song. And the GOOD ONE, mind you. That new, funky, opaque, punkish tune does NADA for me. I just remember the part where Mikey is surfing and he goes PARTY!!!!! I miss that show. I think I have a video tape from a Burger King kids meal with April O' Neal on the cover and she never did anything for me so I'm not sure where it is.

But somedays I just wish I could go back a few thousand school days and be playing Mario Bros. and be arguing with the game that it should've said "An other castle" because I thought I had good English skillz only to say "Another castle" right in my face and winning it 180 times. One time I went through each level, world and section without dying once and then a was a 2 player game so aftre I won my cousin got to play and then he died in the fiurst level.

And then there was Ducktales. I can't find it anywhere, and I don't know what it means that I loved Huey and Dewey and Louie and Launchpad McQuack and the occasional guest star from Donald and that nice old lady who always wore purple and of course Scrooge McDuck. and the baddies and stuff.

It sure beats calculus.

You can't spell damnit without nitamd

So I saw the syllabus for history... AAAAH!

So I saw our math assignments... AAAAH!

So I'm missing drama... WAAAAH!

So I'm reading Gatsby... OK. I can tolerate this.

Point Blank

First of all, happy new year everyone. For old acquaintance be forgot and somethin something time and all the something something something something auld lang syne

OK, so now I suppose I should be doing resolutions. Normally, I would, except I've had the impeccable record of breaking every one of them for as long as I can remember. So the odds are not in my favor. But that doesn't meanI'm going to give up. Nosiree. I'm going to deviate from the norm of what I normally do (hehe; redunding aren't I?) and say I resolve to get a 4 on the APUSH AP. Hey, miracles can happen. So I said the Native American Indians observed Hinduism. But I don't do too shabby on the DBQ's. And bought this thing at Barnes that has a timeline of US events up to like 1900, so that should help.

Also, do my besty best best on the SAT and all its sister tests. I should find out about when they are. I admit, I was really bummed about my PSAT scores. But I'm like that: Grumpy for a couple of days and then Sneezy to Happy to Dopey to Sleepy to Bashful to Doc and then the whole things starts over again (Hey I got all 7 dwarfs!) It's my personal pohase. Where was I? (looks at beginning of paragraph) Right, SAT's. I'm goaling for 1400. Pretty sure I could do 1200 with a javelin through my liver, so hopefully I can do well on this test. I just hate verbs and adjectives and those tittles. Stupid dots.

And I'm gonna make this the best damn year ever. After this year, I'm lightening my load. Maybe 3 AP's and an aide and coloring 101 and there I'm done! Plus I need to be a hell of a lot more social. That will happen as soon as I get my permit. I don't know, it's just never been that important to me. I didn't yearn to go to the movies at 9 on Sundays with friends or go to all the parties. Of all things, drive thrus are my main motivation. Midnight milkshakes- SWEET! So my Cd player is busted. Radio is all I'd need.

And besides, I'm waiting for prom. Let me stake it hereand now that I am formally seeking employment as someone's partner for the event. You know what I mean. Applications will be accepted in the commenting link.

Hey, speaking of SAT's, there's this new movie about the test coming out. Think we should all go see it, even if it's made by MTV? We're the target audience, aftre all. What's that word? Constituants? No, that doesnt sound right. Demographic, that's it.

But I'm not ready to hit the books once again. And I broke all of my self promises to finish Moby Dick and work on the resume thingy for the counselors and finish Grand Theft Auto and study for SAT's and whatnot. Half of me is disappointed, and the other half is, "So what?"

Maybe I am bipolar.