Today is Thanksgiving, and I am not excited. I don’t suppose I have any sort of moral or political objection to it, I’ve just never liked it much. Thanksgiving is all about the food (in addition to the giving thanks part), and I never really liked the food. Now I can’t eat the turkey or gravy, or anything else meat-ful. And family parties… meh. They always seem like more trouble than they’re worth.

I don’t really like events. I just like things to go along as usual without any big interruptions. I could do without holidays, projects in school, and the like. They take extra work, and it’s just not worth it. I’m actually a good deal more lazy than people think I am.

I need to update the blog more. I confess that a lot of the reason I went back to posting in the LJ more often was bcause I hardly got any email, and email makes me feel loved.

Oh, no. I’m on a team, aren’t I? Our Academic Decathalon competition is on Saturday. (We’re going to Suck a Lot, but that’s another story.) Today, we got t-shirts. That’s fine, we need something to wear on Saturday. “Ooo! Let’s do like the sports teams do and all wear our shirts on Friday!” That’s not fine. I’ve always hated how they do that, especially when they all make those t-shirts the day before a big competition and wear them to school. I can’t say why, I just hate it. “And oo! Let’s all go out to dinner together on Friday!” Ok, first, it would be better to spend Friday cramming, as none of us know anything, but that’s beside the point. I just feel really uncomfortable in these team bonding things. I don’t want to appear part of a team. It’s because I don’t like to see myself as a conformist, and becoming part of a team in more than name seems too much like conforming to me.

Also, go hug a Massachusetts rep. While it’s not a sure thing, the probable legality of gay marriage in the near future is a very, very good thing.

You are water. You’re not really organic; you’re
neither acidic nor basic, yet you’re an acid
and a base at the same time. You’re strong
willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready
to flow. So while you often seem worthless,
without you, everything would just not work.
People should definitely drink more of you
every day.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Coolest quiz ever. I love the description for DNA: You are DNA. You’re a smart person, and you appear incredibly complex to people who don’t know you. You’re incomparably full of information, and most of it is useless.

There are tons and tons of weird quizzes out there- like Which Peice of Furniture are You? What Color Chucks are You? Which Color Easter Egg Represents Your Soul? Which Fucked up Carebear are You? But this is the coolest one. It’s like something I would do. Go take it and leave your result in a comment.

This Sc0tty person knows his Biological Molecules, too.

So. I just got back from seeing Matrix: Revolutions with Leah, Shelli, Mai, Tim, and Tim’s friend Matt. Kathy was supposed to come, but alas, She could not. Links are there because I’m trying to do anything that’s not homework.

I won’t give anything away, but I enjoyed the movie. I probably wouldn’t like it as much if I saw it again, but it was nice the first time. Everyone keeps talking about how the ending leaves you free to imagine the future of the Matrix and make up your own mind, etc. I think it was just the film makers being lazy. I’d rather know how everything is going to play out. Unfortunately, the ending leaves an opening for another movie. I hope they don’t make it- they would just keep getting worse and worse until it became ridiculous.

At one very exciting part of the movie, Neo said “There’s too many of them!” and I heard myself mentally reply “There are too many of them.” That’s one of my grammar pet peeves. I hate when people do it.

I decided that I wanted a new layout. So, after three real attempts (Ani Difranco that I posted about before, a cool picture from X, and a weird FFX thing that I edited in PS) and lots more fiddling around with various pictures, I decided on this. I rather like it, as it’s different than the other two. I hope it’ll stick around for a while.

Other than this layout, which was really more of an evening project, I accomplished nothing today. I read a bit of Wolves of the Calla, watched Jeffery just now, and decided that since I had so little homework, I could leave it all to tomorrow. I’m going to see Matrix: Revolutions. Not sure about how it’ll be- I’ll probably enjoy it, but I don’t think it’s a really good movie. Ah well. Sleep now.

Sara and I went over Greg’s tonight for a movie night. I <3 Greg and his gay movies. So. Movies:

Broken Heart’s Club - Sweet movie. About a group of friends and their various problems and relationships. It was fun, and entertaining, and Benji was really cute. Quite good. Definitley worth seeing.

Common Ground - About a town: Homer, Conneticut, and three stories that take place in it. The first, set around the 50’s, is about a girl that gets discharged from the Navy under Section 8, meaning she was a lesbian, or suspected of being one. The second, set in the 70’s (I think) is about a kid in high school sort of coming out and getting beat up over it, and his French teacher. The third is about two guys that get married and the issues one of them has with his father. Also a good movie, but it felt a bit like something they’d show you in health class while doing the chapter on “alternative lifestyles.”

Lost and Delirious - Oh dear god. Best. Movie. Ever. Everyone should see it. I hated the “main” character, Mary, but the movie was amazing. I can’t even explain it. I love it when desperate characters quote Shakespeare at other characters in that anguished voice. It’s set in a girl’s boarding school, where the main character is sent. Her two room mates are in love, but it’s really not a happy movie. At all. Because Tori is a weak person. I hate it when people are weak like that. And Polly (Paulie?) just became some sort of.. elemental force by the end of the movie. It was like she was boiled down to her essence, and it was incredibly powerful. And! It had Ani on the soundtrack (You Had Time), which was supercool.

All Over the Guy - Romantic comedy. It was cute, about two guys who get fixed up by their friends. One’s an alcoholic, one’s really anal, chaos ensues. You get the picture.

Uhgurgle. I have a cold, and was very, very tired and wiped all day. The weather, which was cloudy and dim, didn’t help. We have about a week and a half before the Academic Decathalon competition and I haven’t really prepared at all. Go me, because I rock at not doing things.

My mother just walked in and asked if I’d start making dinner while she and my father and sister went out to pick up my sister’s glasses. I told her I would, if she would write out directions for me, step by step, with measurements and stove settings and everything. She couldn’t do it. I can’t cook without it. It’s just the way our minds work. I need specific directions to do things, especially cook, especially when I’ve never made things before.

We showed our video projects in Spanish today. Greg and Melissa C. and I showed ours, which came out alright. It involved a shoe thief. Some of them were… strange. More than one group incorporated that LAO thing into theirs, some more cleverly than others. If that oh-so-intelligent-and-tasteful meme hasn’t made it to you yet, try this: Write a capital L. Then write a capital A below it so that the top point of the A is on the tip of the lower leg of the L. Then draw an O with the top just touching the bottom of the right leg of the A. If you turn the paper upside down, you should a get a little masturbating guy. I don’t know why I felt the need to explain that. Anyway, the latter half of one girl’s video was composed of her, in a belly shirt, dancing to Selena music. That’s it. There were three or four songs, too. It was very strange, and went on for far too long.

I’m trying as hard as I can to keep this blog free of my friends’ drama. It’s working relatively well so far. It’ll probably only get in here if it starts to involve me directly, or more directly than it is now.

Well, the semi was last night. It went well overall, and was generally fun. I probably won’t go next year, though. Semis aren’t really my thing. I’m glad I went, and I had a good time, but it just seems like an awful lot of trouble for one night. Melissa (who does not have brain cancer or epilepsy, according to the doctors) couldn’t come to Stacey’s afterwards because the doctor said she needed rest, which meant that Moses didn’t come, which meant that Tom didn’t come. So Stacey and I went back to her house and hung out with Jesse for a while, then Jenn and Tim (who are far too cute for their own good). Jenn slept over, but she had to get up very early to go to marching band- ugh. I feel blah, and will spend the day putting off my homework in favor of reading Wolves of the Calla- DTV (It came, it came! I adore the first 20 pages or so).

I sort of wish that I had never told anyone from school about the LJ, and this, or posted a link in my IM profile. I’d like to be able to give more than the bare bones facts of a lot of things that happen, but I really can’t post things here where various people could read them. Hey, do me a favor- if you’re reading this, no matter who you are (no matter when you’re reading it), leave a comment, ok? I like to know who reads. Don’t worry, it won’t really have an effect on what I post. I already write as if the whole world is reading it.

So, went to Bertucci’s with Stacey. Our waitress was so obviously new that I felt bad for her. She spilt a drink while she was setting a tray down, dropped a bunch of plates and broke one, forgot to bring me my drink refill, forgot our silverware… she was very nice, though. The people next to us had one of those portable table tray things with a pizza on it, and at one point it tipped over. I automatically reached out my had to stop it, even though I could never have reached it, and knocked Stacey’s soda all over her. I’m such a klutz. We ended up sitting there talking for a long time after we were done eating. We talked about boys, and the fact that we don’t have them, and the guy that she likes, and the guy that likes her, and the semi, among other things. Good times. But now I feel sick, because I ate far too much pizza. I must stop eating so much, in order to fit into my dress. But then again, I suppose I couldn’t eat enough in two days to make me big enough to not fit into it.

One of the resons that I like talking to Stacey is that there are no awkward silences. I hate those, almost more than anything. I suck at making conversation. I cannot do it. That’s one of the reasons I don’t like calling people on the phone. I’m so afraid of that awkward silence that you get sometimes. I love talking to people, but I can’t start a conversation. If you give me a topic, I can probably babble on about it for a while, but I can’t come up with that topic myself. That’s one of the reasons that one-on-one interaction with most people makes me so uncomfortable. For some reason it just feels much safer with three or more people. There are more people to share the burden of making conversation. It’s unfortunate that I’m like this, because I love talking to people. I just love it when they’re driving the conversation. If I date a guy, he needs to be a good conversationalist, and ask me questions and things. Otherwise there would just be a lot of silence, or my eternally lame attempts at making conversation, and I wouldn’t like it.