12/11.2/07 WOOOOOOT!!!

FINALLY! It's done! I now know the perfect recipe for passing 100% required tests.

- Prayer before and after
- Happy Dance Song played several times throughout
- Several weeks of reviewing questions
- Multiple previous failures to tell you where you messed up
- Work area that is both comfortable and efficient
- Strawberry yogurt

So yeah, I think I'm done until next semester... Japanese, PE, and reading opportunities. ^^

Well, and chores and scouts and things like that. -does happy dance-

Maybe I should make noodles. You know, the awesome, unhealthy Chinese kind? So good...

BYE!!! -waves frantically-

12/11/07 Preparations...

Before we begin, I'd just like to let you guys know that if you don't like the comment idea, all you have to do is say so. It's not like you have to avoid posting just because you don't want to see the colors... Jk...

Okay, so tomorrow, as some know, the YW/YM will be going ice skating. Woot! I actually know I can do it this time. (I've already been there once this year.) Anyway, it should be great! And this it's evening. It won't be all warm or anything! ^^

Topic... Okay, so as the title suggests, I've been making some preparations. White boards and TV tray at the ready, Happy Dance Song open in another tab, Celtic music all organized. All the makings of a temper controlled afternoon... And I'll need it. This is about the fifth-ish try for the test thingy. (hurray...) I absolutely loath 100% required tests... No room for typos or brain freezes... Okay... -plays happy dance song- I gotta run. See ya!

12/10/07 The computer is slow...

It keeps acting like it doesn't want to work, and I need to take another swing at the retched test. (Yes, I'm still doing it. Dumbfound you, you sorry, pathetic typos! You don't deserve to live!) Yeah, I'm a little testy this morning...

So Saturday-ish Bjab went christmas shopping. I had no idea what I was doing. I mean, the secret project was going well, but I still needed to worry about Bja. (odd name...) So yeah, I found some things... One is rather hard to wrap. I'm having trouble, do you think I should try a bag? Or a box. A box might work...

Anna, please don't bark at the neighbors. I know if I let you out, you will, and I'll get upset, and I'll make another retarded typo, and I'll be stuck on this thing for another few days...

I have to go. I figure if I spend half an hour on each question I'll avoid disaster. (Then again, I've always dealt better on instincts... No. I'll confirm...)

I have to go. -does roundhouse kick on computer chair, picks it up, discreetly putting it back- I hate 100% tests... At least 98%. I would have had it on the first round... -sighs- Bye.

12/09/07 Elves, gnomes, quotes, and comments

Comments:
- Vancouver
"Oh I don't know, at the time Pink was pretty involved with the internet, their situations may be quite similar. But of course, not identicle.

I agree that elves are tall. (Have you SEEN Legolas? He ain't no dwarf... cause that would be Gimli.;) ) You're right, Santa must use gnomes. Now I'll have to tell Cadi that she's not one of Santa's elves anymore, she's one of Santa's gnomes. lol" (From 12/06/07)
I agree on the elves, but there are some major differences between TB and Pink. (Incidentally, the actor for Gimli was taller than Legolas. Funny, eh?)


- Pink
"Maybe there are different varieties of elves. :)

And, at least I learned a money-making hobby out of my hours on the net. :)" (Also from 12/06/07)
Okay, there are differences in elves, but not when it comes to height. When they're short, they're gnomes. -nods
Secondly, yes. Pink found ways to make it beneficial, rather than a mere time consumer.

Okay, So as you may have noticed, I'm trying a new comment response method. So if you'd like a certain color, just add it in the post. ^^

So we're having dinner now, so I have to go. Really quickly though. (once again, no comments on typos, I'm not proofreading...)

Elves, tall.
Gnomes, short.
How I see it. How my world is oriented. The end.

I've been thinking and I realize that if I ever become famous, I'll need to have quotes.
So here is one, but there'll be more later.

"Death is like an elevator. You're the one who decides which button you push, and the downward elevator doesn't have music."

I'll work on that. Potatoes cannot wait...

12/06/07 -_- Hardly similar...

Well, at least Pink (Seriously, I need names... Hmm... Just a sec.) had a life outside of the internet. This is /all/ he does. It's getting to be disturbing. I mean, seriously. There are girls here, too. Even in the ward, for crying out loud. Is there any reason to want to look out of states? That and he complains about the dances when he doesn't socialize. I mean, if he would ask a girl to dance now and then, maybe he would like them better. Or the odd group dancing. That's always fun. But does he like that? No, he prefers to be separated by miles of cyberspace. (That's the right word, right?)

Anywho, Pink isn't at all relatable in this situation. I'm going to start working on some way to scramble the names a bit. You know, some code thing, maybe having to do with languages...

Wow, I am so not thinking clearly... A pox on all colds! (Odd thing, really, showing a desire for an illness itself to become ill...)

I haven't had much time for my charming little book. Book II of the Asylum reading marathon: Bourne Identity. Sadness. Maybe I'll get to it tonight. I've always like getting high on sugar and reading into the twilight.

So yesterday's activity with the youth was nice. I got to be an elf. ^^ I felt myself shrink fifty centimeters, although that may have just been the tall doors. Anyway, I never reallu liked Santa's elves much. Elves are tall, not short. I think he had gnomes. -nods- So I was a gnome yesterday. It was nice.

That'd be about it, except for the fact that we watched part of the Ten Commandments in seminary. We're in the Old Testament, you see. Anyway, that'd be about it now. I gotta run and pretend to be productive...

12/04/07 Alias

Sorry, just thought I'd post it again. I do like looking at it. I think I'll try making one of my own some day...

Spoiler warning. Once the text turns back to normal, it'll be okay for those you are sensitive about me talking about Digital Fortress. (Just highlight the text and it'll be fine.)

Alrighty! So I finished it yester- today at 12:07 this morning. I forgot to turn on my alarm clock... It was a good book. A few places that I felt the need to skip due to some unpleasant events, but I liked the plot. Basically, Ensei Tankado starts working for the NSA (National Security Agency) and eventually hears that they're planning to make a code breaking machine to make them able to read people's E-mails. He doesn't like it. So, he naturally spills the secret. The people ruin his credibility and he begins work on Digital Fortress.

Now, I could go through the whole story, but I'll just go over the basics. He wrote Digital Fortress and posted it on his website, letting people download it. The only problem was, it appeared to be encrypted with itself. The Algorithm for an unbreakable code, locked by itself. Naturally, the NSA want to have a look at it. Now, Tankado had said he was having an auction and that he would announce the winner at a specific time unless the NSA revealed TRANSLTR (the machine). Unfortunately, he was killed, messing up everybody's plans. To make a long story short-ish. Digital Fortress was merely a virus which would infect the NSA's data banks unless they revealed TRANSLTR, at which point Tankado would give them a code which would shut the virus down. The whole thing is a fast-paced thriller thing that never seemed to let you know what the feel solution was until the end. In sort, pretty interesting. (Plus very nice for getting yourself interested in codes.)



Okay, it's all clear now.

Back to business...

PP stands for Pumpkin Pie, which in turn is an alias for one of TB's friends. (The one he was dating online despite the fact that she's thousands of miles away and was several years younger than him. -four-) So yeah, I wasn't pleased that he found that that was something he should refrain from telling his parents until his younger brother caught wind and ratted him out, at which point he said they had settled it and that they were "just friends". Suspicious?

Once again. Boys... -shakes head-

Now, if it were someone we knew, who lived a little closer, who was closer to the same age, who perhaps shared some of his beliefs, maybe that would be better. I mean, he should be social, but not like /that/. Not when you're just a teenager. Long-distance relationships aren't all that stable when we're talking about teenagers. And them being completely different in age does not help.

I'll start talking about my life again tomorrow. I've ranted enough, I should think. I adjourn to my studies. -bows and vanishes in a puff of virtual smoke-

12/03/07 -whacks left eye with a rubber mallet-

I'm not happy with my eye right now... For the past- -glances at clock- forty-three minutes, my left eye has been draining out its fluids... Not the right one. Just the left. Getting on my homework, I might add. -whacks it again- Maybe it's allergies.
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I feel the need to say something completely irrelevant, like two-tailed hornets having two stingers as well, but I think I won't.

I strangely don't feel like saying anything. It's probably the cold. I have a cold. I don't like it. My nose is giving my eye a bad example.

Towel boy wrote TB+PP=BFF on his arm yesterday. Made me want to wail on him. Honestly, there is such a thing as self control, and using the term 'best friend' is hardly a way to mask those idiots. No offense (Alright, maybe a little.), but he really is quite immature. Four years difference between teenagers is hardly acceptable, and saying that you're just friends when you know darn well that you're not is just stupid. Especially because he knows I read over his shoulder and know what stupid thing he's doing that day. Boys...

I need to read- Ew... Something in this tissue resembles a small slug... ANYWAY... I have issues.

I think it's time for a dunk in ice water... Or just water. Just something cold and wet. -walks off-

Slightly better. My eyes looks puffy, though. I gotta go. However lacking I feel this post is in the terms of uplifting gaiety, I have low hopes for possible outcomes of me continuing. As always, I'll see you later.

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