This is extremely sudden, I know, but I'm moving! Back to http://pinecoon.blogspot.com.
I've taken my colors and stuff with me, so don't freak out too much.

I'm getting a C in calc, and that doesn't even include the test I failed today!

1st period
I felt antisocial and wasn't too friendly to Kelley, but I did manage to offer insights about Heart of Dakrness that made Ms. Krebs go "mm-hmm" and nod in agreement as I was speaking. That's a pretty good reaction for me in English. It was about some BS about the ruined fence around the station being related to personal restraint... which reminded me of barriers, which was ironic.

2nd period
On the way to class, I fell down the stairs. My ankles were really sore from volleyball (and I'm wondering if it's related to the new shoes), so when I stepped down the first step, it was enough force to cause a lot of pain and my ankle decided that something was wrong and told my leg to stop supporting my weight. So I fell down maybe four or five steps, bruising the palm of my hand and my knee (not that it wasn't already bruised from hitting the floor in practice). Amazingly, there wasn't really anybody around to witness this graceful feat.

3rd period
I was still feeling crabby, but we had a free period and spent it talking about movies, our hopeful trip to China, and girly stuff, which is always good for cheering me up.

4th period
Calculus. The test tomorrow is going to bite.

5th period
Before class, some girl threw up in the hallway right near me, which would usually be enough to get me freaked out for the rest of the day. But I dealt with it okay this time, losing myself in creating a highly detailed, neatly-written, and color-coded but out-of-order timeline of pre-WWII Bolshevik Russia.

6th period
Physics is... physics. Mr. Martz is not that great of a teacher, but he's a nice, if weird, guy. I wish I understood some of the stuff we just did last week, because it'll be on the exam on Friday and I don't really get it.

7th period
Web design, yay! Our final project is basically to create a web page that brings together all of our projects from the semester and put them online. Mine's not finished yet, so some things are messed up and it doesn't have a profile (which is a required element), but it's here* if you feel like looking at it. I'm actually rather proud of how my design skills have shaped up- there is really obvious improvement from the beginning to the end of the semester, and the final project homepage is perhaps the crowning achievement (at least design-wise, since the content is still lacking). I'm especially a fan of my cleverly-concocted CSS link effects . I developed them first on the 2nd-to-last project, but I think they're more successful on the final homepage. One improvement I'll make to the whole project if I have time is to create an image instead of text to link the project pages back to the final homepage, because the text link I have now is more vulnerable to the link properties of the individual pages than an image would be, and it tends to both look weird (especially on the page with the hover effects) and clash with the existing color schemes.

* Note that if your browser or screen resolution is not the same as the school computers, then you're probably not going to see this in the perfection that my teacher will see. I'm not good enough to make it look good cross-browser yet.

• Place one of the lawn chairs underneath my window both so that I can get out without having to go over the 5-foot drop blind, and so that when I return I can get back in without having to do something ridiculous. (Yes, anything and everything to avoid having to go through my blasted bead curtain, which would probably wake the whole house. And because the window is more fun anyway )
• Take a nap Thursday afternoon!
  
• Pack a backpack with...
  1. Mexican blankets (at least one, but two if they'll fit because rocks are cold in the middle of the night)
  2. flashlight!
  3. food/snack?
• Stow backpack either in my room or in the car.
  
• Bring car keys, winter coat, gloves, etc. back to my room before going to bed. Make sure my sneakers are in my room and not the kitchen.
• Write a note to leave on my pillow so that if my parents do happen to realize I'm gone, they won't call the police. Also in case something happens and I don't come back (which is highly unlikely, but you never know), the police will know where to start looking.
  

And no, I'm not telling you what I'm doing! Just be assured that it is neither dangerous nor immoral nor illegal. Well, actually it might be illegal, but only in an irrelevant sort of way. And I am looking forward to it like the dickens!

No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you; My words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you beside me to guard you and to guide you. Say you love me every waking moment, Turn my head with thoughts of summertime. Say you need me with with you now and always; Promise me that all you say is true, That's all I ask of you. Let me be your shelter, Let me be your light. You're safe: no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you. All I want is freedom, A world with no more lies... And you always beside me To hold me and to hide me. Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime! Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Chrisine, that's all I ask of you. Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime! Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Say... you love me! You know I do! Love me, that's all I ask of you. Anywhere you go, let me go too! Love me, that's all I ask of you.

As Billy said, "the one word summary: 'wow.'"
I agree. Not just the movie. It's amazing how little it takes...
Gah... so tired I can hardly think... yet I'm singing.
I knew all the words.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
and speaks my name...

I only got three hours of sleep last night, but it hasn't negatively affected me as far as I can tell. I didn't have any trouble getting up at four to do the English journal, and I've felt pretty awake all day. Last night around 12:30 (when I realized how little sleep I was about to get) I said I'd sleep when I got home from school this afternoon. But I didn't- I was too excited, because Billy and me are going to see The Phantom of the Opera!

I laugh and wonder if I'll fall asleep during the movie or something, but as of now my Friday hyperness shows no signs of letting up

1. When I sleep through my alarm, I can not count on anyone in my family to notice it and wake me up, despite the fact that I usually eat breakfast at the same time as they all do.
   
2. The key to not feeling hungry from skipping lunch is apparently to skip breakfast.
3. It is possible for the elapsed time between waking up and arriving at school to be less than 15 minutes.
4. I am apparently a minor gossip topic in a small, inter-school social grapevine.
   
5. It is possible for your hip to have "pins and needles" too, if your leg is asleep enough.
6. It is apparently possible to hold a coherent conversation on IM without ever using any text.
7. My web design skills have actually improved quite a bit since the beginning of this (school) year.
   
8. It is not possible for me to sacrifice accuracy in order to type rapidly. My pinky goes to the delete to fix things of its own free will, and it will even compete with my other fingers as I try to make them continue typing through the errors.
9. Being happy does not make other people happy.
   

A week or so ago, Billy commanded me in frustration to look at him when we were talking, and I've realized since then that I rarely make eye contact with anyone for more than a second or so at a time, and I don't know why. It sounds really shifty or antisocial or something, but I hadn't even noticed until he said that. Maybe I'm afraid of making people nervous. Actually, I'm probably afraid of making myself nervous. Prolonged eye contact can be intense and awkward. Your thoughts are exposed. ... That's probably what bothers me about it, since I tend to put up a lot of barriers and don't know how to take them down.

My life is splitting more and more into two parts: the school part and the non-school part. I guess this dichotomy has always existed... but never before have the two halves been so separated. It's rather fascinating.

School is... school. I get by, barely making A's in most of my classes, but sort of existing in chaos: working at lunch and before school (or not), and turning things in late and not making up work but somehow getting things in eventually, saving myself just before they can revoke my IB diploma every time. I get worse and worse every year as I figure out just how much the system lets me get away with. I can tell you, I'm not the IB office's favorite student. Which is why I try never to go in there.

Yet, at the same time, outside of the realm of academia, I'm having the time of my life. It's strange how much I can separate myself from my work, at least to a point. I think a lot of people struggle with that, and I don't know whether I admire them for it or pity them. Both, probably. They work harder than I ever could, and do a better job, and yet... I don't envy them. Volleyball practice, and constant snacking, and taking too many showers just to enjoy my new soaps, and doing fun stuff after school, and talking online until midnight every night... just rocks!