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peaceful
Damn you New Jersey
- Mood:
ecstatic
And I'm sure it's not for the reasons you think it is
So I think I'll only be doing rafting this year. Other then that, no thank you.
Goodbye
- Mood:
infuriated
"In the study, participants were asked before the session to fill out a questionnaire about what they were looking for in a mate, listing such categories as wealth and status, family commitment, physical appearance, healthiness and attractiveness.
After the session, the researchers compared what the participants said they were looking for with the people they actually chose to ask for another date.
Men's choices did not reflect their stated preferences, the researchers concluded. Instead, men appeared to base their decisions mostly on the women's physical attractiveness.
The men also appeared to be much less choosy. Men tended to select nearly every woman above a certain minimum attractiveness threshold, Todd said."
Ok, so let me start by saying I completely believe all of this. I mean let's face it, no matter how much we try to differentiate ourselves from animals, we're animals, and behave according to such.
But can I ask, what the hell is a minimum attractiveness threshold? Are there charts out there or something, rating a woman on a scale of one to ten? I thought beauty was supposed to be in the eye of the beholder, not according to some poll of what guys need to get turned on.
Mr. Scientist
P.S. Damn it, Girl Scouts would have been fun. My swaps would have been supreme if we hadn't gotten kicked out. SUPREME
- Mood: annoyed
My first time getting a chance to write since school starts. I hope everyone's had a lovely first week (well, 3 days).
God, it's so beautiful out right now. Right on the border of fall I think, can't wait until the leaves starts changing colors. Fall's easily my favorite season. Damnit, I forgot to say rabbit this morning...
I'm sure there was a ton of other things I was going to say, but I'm afraid I can't recall...
V for Vendetta, the Graphic novel, is a must read. It's all that's keeping me from Beowulf at the moment. I've gotta go do homework, blargh
Did you know that after labor day, we have no off days for all of september and october? It's going to be a long few months, but at least it's starting to cool off.
Until Tomorrow,
Kelly
And I finished Stardust, and have lost the will to read, so I've nothing to take my mind away from tomorrow.
I want a pretty bird that loves me.
Lady Marie
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nervous - Music:Regina Spektor
On one hand, I love school. I love learning, and the smell of school supplies, and playing my violin, and all that jazz.
On the other hand, I think I must seriously have some sort of nervous disorder. This morning, I woke up at five with the pounding heart, false nausea symptoms that I've become familiar with over the past year, and summer has been such a lovely vacation from waking up to them every morning. I doubt I'll get any sleep tonight, and there's absolutely no reason to it.
Honestly, everyone tells me it's silly, I'm overreacting, blah blah whoosits. It's just a completely irrational reaction to school, and I'm damn tired of it. I think I need a giant hug machine.
Today has been spent (so far) recopying all of my bio work into the packet that I should have just done it in in the first place, and I still don't have answers to all the questions. Thankfully, we've got lab before the actual class, and we get to ask questions.
Off to play Zelda,
Someone or something
P.S. Poor Holly got sprayed by a skunk late last night. She got about three baths plus two in tomato juice, and my dad clipped her to get some of the smelly fur off. She got another bath this morning as well in stuff fromt he vet's that's supposed to make the smell go away. I personally don't smell a thing, but my mom thinks my sense of smell must just be damaged.
- Mood: anxious
Missing Summer Vacation Already,
Lady Marie
- Mood:
sad
By the way, the actor's name is Charlie Cox. I know we were all wondering. He's utterly dreamy. Why, I do believe I'm smitten. Why can't anyone have love like that nowadays? I don't care if it's old fashioned, I want some boy to bring me a bit of stardust.
My dreams are going to kick ass tonight. I sense fun times in a little painted wagon. I really must read that book.
Giddily yours(if giddily is a word),
Kelly
- Mood: ecstatic
Feminism for the win.
- Mood: aggravated
Only Connor can relate when I say, Dear Lord, English class without Brenner is like.. I can't even think of an analogy worthy of him, damn. My schedule is supremely mental, but I'm not supposed to know that, so I can't call to have it fixed. And I have no art this year. A sad sad year it will be. We have to start looking at college's guys! I think I'm going to an open house at Manhattan with my dad, as being an alumni, he and his offspring get invited for the tour.
I started Wind Waker over again, for the fourth time. No matter how hard I try, I just can't find the darn triforce shards. It's utterly depressing, much like today's weather. But I'm still hoping for the movies today, so I shall endure!
I'm bored. I really don't want to do AP bio. Can I push it back yet another day? I really shouldn't...
I'm offended. There is absolutely no difference between the dorky, geeky and nerdy emoticons. Everyone knows that dorks, geeks, and nerds are two completely different species. Stop the hate and discrimination!!!
God Save the Queen
- Mood: enraged
Continued: On a more serious note; I don't know how many of you have read anything by Kurt Vonnegut, but if you haven't already, do so. I know being a confirmed Catholic and whatnot, I should likely uphold to the standard beliefs of my religion, but honestly, I stopped believing in most anything to do with Catholicism a while ago.
I don't know, I put a lot of thought into those sort of things now a days, but there are so many terrific views on religion in this book, and I'm sure many of his books. This was a good quote,
"Oh lord most high, creator of the cosmos, spinner of the galaxies, soul of electromagnetic waves, inhaler and exhaler of inconceivable volumes of vacuum, spitter of fire and rock, trifler of the millenia- what could we do for Thee that Thou couldst not do for thyself one octillion times better? Nothing. What could we do or say that could possibly interest Thee? Nothing. Oh Mankind, rejoice in the apathy of our creator."
Long I know, but excellent. Thought I'd share, nothing else to do.
- Mood:
pensive
Alright so the only thing big that happened last night was my weekly viewing of Live from Abbey Road. Seriously, for my music loving friends, the show's an absolute must see. We've got them all recorded, so maybe one day we'll just have a giant viewing session. It's normally three artists a night, sometimes four, who play anywhere from one to four songs. Much fun, some of my favorite artists have been featured.
First up was Kasabian. Never heard of them before, but they weren't at al bad to listen to. My dad said they reminded him of the Arctic Monkeys, I say they're very Franz Ferdinand (Which my father had first confused with the Arctic monkeys). And of course, heavy British accents for the win!
Next was Josh Groban. I personally felt that he didn't really belong on there, but I'm sure is adoring fans would club me on the head for that. About half way into his first song, I think I said something along the lines of, "I'm so sick of that one Raise me Up song, that I'm rather inclined to not want to hear whatever else he has". He didn't sing the Raise me Up song, thank god. My father mentioned, "He creates a beautiful sound, but to me, it's not an actuall voice". Ponder that one, eh? Then Joshy said something about how he hated music that had been formulated, only to finish up his time slot with the most formulated song I'd ever heard, Something about don't give up, I am there, yada yada. My dad says it sounded like it'd been written for a special olypics commercial, right before the kids crossed the finish line.
Then was some Band called The Good, The Bad, and The Queen. They sounded alright I suppose, but I was sort of taken aback by the fact that they felt to need to bring their own decorations to the studio; all of these hanging prayer-esque flags and dangling light bulbs and stuff. I mean, the studio has so much history; it's Abbey Road for gods sake! The decorations were just uncalled for.
Been doodling up a storm lately, even though nothing's ever how I want it to be. So I figure I'll just keep doodling, or drawing, or what have you. Practice has to have some effect eventually, right? I think it's hard that I look at all of these things by artists I admire, and I just want myself to be as good as that. But it takes time to develop your own personal style, so I'm in no rush. Still, I don't know what I'm going to do without an art class this year.
Which also reminds me, I need to get my mother to call the school and figure out about my math class. No way am I taking two. I mean, I'd meed a time turner! They're ar the same exact time. And I hate math. So two classes is a no.
Anyway, I wrote all of this because I managed to get up at 7:30, and refuse to do my biology work, so I'm taking it out on you guys. Suckers!
With Hugs and Yawns,
Kelly
P.S.-I forgot. Does anyone want to go to the comic store in the mall with me? I know, nerdy, but there's supposedly some really cool stuff in there, and come on, it's mixing reading and art! What could be cooler? Avada Kadavra! Sorry, I had to do something to make you read to the end.
- Mood:
geeky
I'm trying to play Damien Rice as loud as possible to drown out the noise of Casey's friends coming in through my open window. I now I could just close the window, but I love the smell of fresh air, and the breeze that's coming in. I can just see the slide from up here. I'm so sorry that Julia and Sam couldn't make it in time, it was incredibly fun. It's completely raised from the ground, so you're not sliding over rocks and suck, and is wet enough that, if you get a good running start, you can completely fly off the barrier at the other end. Renee and I did this numerous times, I regret none of it.
I beat Twilight Princess for the third time today. I must say, it was surprisingly unsatisfying, despite it being the first time I had absolutely no help on anything. At least someone was there to witness my victory. I know that plenty of people will call it silly, and not worth the time, but people put an unbelievable amount of effort into those games, and I think they deserve recognition.
I've nothing else to discuss, so I suppose I'll go back to reading. I could do work for Biology, but I was saving that for night time's and weekends. The next book on my list is The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. I finished Breakfast of Champions the other day, and adored his writing, so hopefully, this will be as good a book. My father considers him his favorite author, so I have high hopes.
A fond Farewell,
Marie (Because Kelly gets a little boring, eh?)
P.S.-Julia has yet to make a blog! When she feels up to it, we'll have to persuade her.
Continued:Oh dear, I can hardly stop writing. I suppose it's not a bad thing exactly. MY doctor suggested to me once that I make some sort of a journal for my anxiety. That way, I'd have nothing to think about that would worry me at night; it'd all have been written down already. But anyway, my window's still open, and the children are back on the slide. I'm sorry, really, but I can't help but dislike Casey's friends. She's always been so much more concerned with popularity then myself, and I suppose her choice of friends reflects that. Clearly, she hasn't the courage to tell them that it'd be best if they didn't fly off the edge on purpose.
The badminton net looks so fun, but I couldn't bring myself to go outside, I really can't tolerate being near any of those children. Funny, we'd joked about talking as if we were a bit more noble in birth then we actually are, but when I write, that's how I talk anyway. It must come from years of reading books in that style. I'm sure nobody will take the time to respond to any of the subjects I've touched upon here. God, I'm still so bored. I started a bit of that book, but I get restless after sitting for so long.
- Mood:
bored - Music:Damien Rice-The Blowers Daughter
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