3.31.2009

Great links

Reposting this from a comment of Katie's... it essentially outlines everything I have a problem with in the educational system...
and it includes a link to idealist.org
The fact that that exists makes me happy about the world. We idealists have a place to organize!
With organization, we have power!
Yay idealism!

I bet the cynics don't have a website. They wouldn't see the point.

Actually I bet they do, because the internet is a haven for bitter and unhappy people.

Love always,
Clara

fmylife

Today, I was at my bosses house for a company BBQ. Earlier I had taken muscle relaxants to calm my lower back pain. After a few drinks it was clear the alcohol and medication did not mix. I woke up few hours later to find out I had stripped naked and jumped into the 4 foot cake before passing out. FML
OH. MY GOD.
So that's the most incredible thing I've ever heard.
Imagine that. Just imagine it.
Oh my god.

Love always,
Clara

On the phone with vivian

"I was about to say he sounded like the guy from High School Musical, and then you started talking about socialist political rap"

Love always,
Clara

Sam is convinced...

That he's on here all the time. It might be true...

Things I've said about sam:
  • Today, sam fell asleep in physics.
  • Sam has evil wiki-voodoo
  • Sam called me a dork.
  • CAN WE DO THAT TO SAM SOMEDAY?
  • Sam, whom I had been talking to, says, 
  • "Clara, I've had hundreds of conversations with you at this point"
  • "Sam. Send him into space."
  • On that note, I had sushi with Sam today
  • Sam has no soul
  • Paul just tried to stab Sam with a green highlighter
  • Sam, upset/ADD, dates pumas
  • Sam said this.
  • Sam: I like to stay informed about my obscure mammals
  • Sam: I feel dirty.
  • Sam: Wouldn't it be cool if, in economics there were a formula to account for human irrationality?
  • Sam asked (in some kind of semi-logical context) whether she was going to have children
  • Sam: (disgruntled) My log joke was better.
  • Shivani: Sam, maybe Catherine's secretly smarter than you but you like, give her pills at night to make her brain shrink, and her brain is slowly wasting away.
  • Sam: Cath, don't let her be anti-semitic!
  • (Sam points at Drew)
  • Sam: Cath, now you and [redacted] would be a perfect couple!
That really is a lot. Most of it is from physics, which is hilarious in itself.
Next I'll make a list of David comments. Or Isabella.

Love always,
Clara

Let's censor due to privacy!

Sam: Cath, now you and [redacted] would be a perfect couple!
Anneka: Except [redacted] is taken.
Me: Let's talk about [redacted]'s love life some more
Chanel: Wait, he's taken? By whom?
Everyone: [redacted]
Chanel: Ohhhhh

Love always,
Clara

Blegh boredom

Sometimes, it strikes me, at times like these when everyone is doing homework or random stupid boring things, that perhaps I have boring friends. Then after some reflection it occurs to me that my friends are among the most interesting people I know.
The world is a boring place.

Despair.
I need to get over myself and do something non-boring.

Love always,
Clara

3.30.2009

More phun with physics

Mr Cobb: So gravity is always attractive, whereas electric force can be attractive or repulsive.
Me: Oh, so gravity is like girls and electric force is like boys
... later ...
Cath: Clara, you both attract and repulse me
Me: Ooh, I'm electric!

Love always,
Clara

Let's play the "What's on Sam's head?" Game

Shivani: What's on your head?
Sam: What's on my head?
Sam: It's a binder clip
Me: Do you know how it got there?
Sam: That guy.
(Sam points at Drew)

I love this class.

Love always,
Clara

3.29.2009

School tomorrow

So, shoot me please?

I'm out of the terrible mood I was in earlier. I did go to work out with Dad and that was good. Endorphins are wonderful things.

The ShamWow guy beat up a cannibal hooker. Which just makes me happy. THE WORLD OF INFOMERCIALS ISN'T ALL FUN AND GAMES, MY FRIENDS.

Patrick is back :)

And I'm listening to Dawson McAllister. So essentially life isn't as bad as I thought it was. Forget that little rant.
I've been having a lot of little rants recently; most of them are best ignored.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. David and Katie are amazing. Especially 'AWESOME AMAZING HIGHLARIOUS HUMBLE DAVID!!!!'

Thoughts I have when I'm upset

  • I hate the world and everything in it
  • I wish I were a buddhist
  • The Onion isn't as funny as it thinks it is
  • I hate newspapers in general because they have pages
  • I hate teeth
  • I want to break something that will make a lot of noise
  • I should find something to break that no one will miss and won't make a mess
  • That totally defeats the purpose
  • I will blog angrily
Reasons I am upset:
  • I got my computer back, which is great, but I have to get used to the quirks of a new keyboard. Every keyboard has quirks (my old one had a bad 2 button) but I liked my old quirks
  • I want to put a sticker on the new frame of this computer, where the old sticker used to be, so as to assert to myself that this is still good old Patrick. I cannot find my stickers.
  • I have 50 minutes of an AP Chem exam to take, because Mr H is an unhappy man who wants to take it out on us.
  • I had been doing this exam with a fun pen to make myself have hope for humanity. Chili has eaten this pen
  • The world is a dismal place
  • In looking for my stickers, I have made an utter mess of my room and stirred up all the dust, which has made my allergies suck
  • I now have a runny nose, worse than it's been all week, although my allergies have been sucking all week
  • Dad wants me to go to spinning because he's a sadistic jerk
  • I'm being irrational, and realizing this only makes me more frustrated
Bad. Day.

Love always,
Clara

3.28.2009

Lazy day

Isabella and Katie showed up at my door yesterday. It was fantastic. 
But a combination of lack of sleep and low air pressure have made me feel not so phenomenal today, and thus I have spent most of my time in front of a screen. 
Isabella and I watched "She's The Man", a movie which never gets old. Ever.
And then we got sushi and I came home and watched two hours straight of Law and Order SVU. Which, in my humble opinion, is the best one.
I just went out to CVS and the bookstore and the walk exhausted me. I most certainly hope I'm not getting sick. I blame the weather and the circumstances. But I've had a bit of a cough for a few days now...
Hm. I hope that isn't the case.

School starts again monday.
It will also be Chloe's birthday on monday.
I will not forget this.

Love always,
Clara

3.27.2009

Home at last

So I'm finally home. My phone AND computer are broken AT THE SAME TIME, which has me convinced that either the universe is angry with me or something exciting is about to happen, and that exciting thing can only take place when I'm not distracted by a phone/computer.
Right now I'm on my dad's computer, but it's harder to get distracted in his office.
Regardless, I am hard to contact right now, but your best bet is facebook if anyone actually wants to say hello.
That was sulky.
Apologies. I'm hungry and it puts me in a bad mood. Mom and I had this plan to go to this juice place for breakfast after she got back from wherever it is she went, but now it's 10:30, and I've had some grapes but they are not cutting it.
But I want to go to this juice place, because apparently it's epic.
I'm learning German. For real now. It's going to be so legit. I know how to say "the man swims" and "the little girls eat"
It's really quite impressive.

On the agenda today:
1) Check out juice place
2) Run by apple place to inquire about computer's fixedness
3) Go to Verizon place to see if it's my phone battery or the whole thing that's screwed up
4) There was something else. I don't remember.

Love always,
Clara

[EDIT: I remember the 4th thing. Avoid cervical cancer. I'm scheduled for my last HPV shot today]

3.24.2009

Tired tired.

I am, as it has been said, already a noodle.

Saw Dartmouth this morning and drove a few hours into Brunswick, ME, to see Bowdoin tomorrow. It's been cool (in the literal and figurative senses).

Also saw "Knowing" with my dad. Interesting movie. Pretty cool if you like apocolyptic scenarios.

In italy we had a couple conversations about our "favorite" apocolyptic scenarios. The guys favored zombies. Or I guess the conversation was mostly guys to begin with.
Then we began talking about asteroids, and what the government would do in the event of an asteroid or something that we couldn't avoid. Cyanide pills.
Then I kind of wondered, what if almost everyone took the cyanide pills, and the disaster didn't happen? That would be kind of cool.
And so with Alexandra's encouragement I have decided to make that my NaNoWriMo next november. Yay planning!

Step one of that planning will be to read "The World Without Us", to get a sense for things.

For now I am totally exhausted despite sleeping in the car because I woke up absurdly early this morning. Not on purpose.
Damn circadian rhythms.

Love always,
Clara

Real conversation with my dad

Driving up to Hanover
Me: Do you know where this hotel is?
Dad: I walked up to it... January 5th or 6th, 1971. I should be able to find it.

Of course, he did find it, within about a minute of getting into town. My god.

Love always,
Clara

I charge you,

oh circadian rhythms
that you stir not up, that you stir not up, that you stir not up
that you stir not up nor awake, awake, awake, awake
my love til she please.

That is a modified version of "The Rose of Sharon" by Billings, a song we sang last year in chorus.
It seems to make sense to quote it right now because I am that tired.
But sleep is simply not happening anymore.

I had a dream about trying to order pizza in an airport (before catching a plane, of course) and you had to use your passport number to do it, and Taylor D's dad was there.
That should tell you something about the last couple days.

In my brain it is almost noon.
This is not cool.

Non placet mihi.

I am such a latin nerd it's insane.
It's actually a good thing I'm a nerd like this, because I'm fairly certain all the colleges I'm exploring this week love nerdiness to some extent.
I hope.

Yikes. College kind of freaks me out. Just because I'm still not sure I know what I want in one.
But I know I want nerdiness. And friendliness. And to some extent I want it to be pretty, just because people are really affected by their surroundings and so living around ugly buildings and such would depress me.

Love always,
Clara

3.23.2009

I'M BACK!

In the U.S.A.

Italy was phenomenal. Exhausting, but phenomenal.
Best bits:
  • Seeing things (collesseum, roman forum, awesome renaissance art, pompeii, etc)
  • Getting hit on by a mime (kind of literally)
  • FOOD. Pizza in italy is not even the same thing as pizza in America.
  • Awesome freedom and the subsequent wandering of the streets of Rome/Sorrento
  • Chilling with cool people
  • Finding myself saying typical stupid-clara things due to tiredness/jetlag (i.e. "I hate when you find out someone is dead after it happens")
  • At our lodgings in Sorrento, we stayed in these cabins and outside there were orange trees. Like, you could reach up and grab an orange and peel it and eat it. To be fair, they were really sour and it wasn't exactly recommended.
  • GELATO (egg flavor is randomly really good)
  • I invented something called "the pasta game" that makes you pretend to be pasta to go to sleep. You start off as a stiff dried noodle and end up in a meal, covered in butter and cheese. Thus I got the nickname "noodle".
  • Italian boys are attractive. Fact.

Now I'm on the good old college tour with dad. Today we hit up Brown and M.I.T. which was pretty cool; now we're in Hanover NH to check out Dartmouth tomorrow morning and then drive to Bowdoin.

My god I'm a nerd. But I'm so okay with that.

I have spent far too much time going between airports in the past fourty-eight hours. They are becoming something like a second home to me.

Oh well. Could be worse.

Love always,
Clara

3.14.2009

I'm going on a journey...

...that would test the strength of love 
against the power of death
on this island of two different worlds

Whoa, musical moment. I certainly hope the latin trip doesn't involving testing the power of death. Sounds dangerous.

But that's what I'm packing for right now! Yay!
Or rather, procrastinating packing for. I have maybe two hours to finish this little endeavor. It's not a problem, right?

Chili is up in my room poking his nose at everything.

I have realized I've kept a blog in one form or another since like, seventh grade. I am an epic blogger.
Before that I tried to teach myself html with a website called "watermelon seeds". It was hot pink. And had zero content.
I was determined to make my own graphics... with microsoft paint.

So it went
  1. Watermelon seeds
  2. International News of Anonymous (1)
  3. International News of Anonymous (2)
  4. *secret secret blog whose name I will reveal had something to do with Altoids*
  5. Love Always, Clara
A bit of explanation:
INoA 1 was the first real blog, and it had a color scheme similar to this one- pink on black. I basically wrote about my little 7th grade life, like taking the SAT and getting my room redecorated.
It also had a pretty sweet advice column, and my friends would make up problems to write to me about.
INoA 2 was a little bit more legit, far more pink, with something like monthly updates and links to other websites. But it also had a message board. Which was perfectly innocent, until it wasn't.
Give 13 year olds an opportunity to be monsters anonymously and they will take it.
So that transpired, I shut the board down, school administrators found out, and I almost took the fall for it, but I could prove that everything I said had "moderator" written under it. And everything I said was like, "oh let's be nice, don't hurt people's feelings, I like rainbows"
That was eighth grade.

I'd like to say I've changed since then. I definitely have.
But the more I think about the life and times of Clara, the more I think I haven't changed at all.
Which is a little bit alarming.

I suppose 7th-8th grade is an anomaly. No one is anything close to normal-functioning-human-being at that age.
No one I knew.

Italy will be fun. But the reason for my crazy blog-rant is that I probably won't be blogging in the next week, seeing as I'm not bringing my computer.
So...
so long, fare thee well, pip pip cheerio, I'll be back soon!

Love always,
Clara

P.S. Wow, I'm just full of musical moments today.

3.13.2009

between lunch and now...

Hanna: Cath, pick up my planner!
Sam: Cath, don't let her be anti-semitic!
Me: How is that anti-semitic?
Sam: She's picking the only other jew in the room to pick on
Me: I don't think it's because you guys are jewish
Drew: Yeah, that's not why hanna's picking on cath. But it's why I'm picking on you.

David: If you're starving, you should eat Anneka's vocal chords. That sounded really creepy outside my head.


Mr C: So why would we use a word for petrified tree sap to talk about electricity?
Hanna: Oh, because electrostatics are charges standing still, and when something is petrified it stands still, like in harry potter they say petrificus--
Sam: PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!
Hanna: Yeah... So that's why.
Mr C: Cool idea, but no
Hanna: Mr Cobb, can I have ten points for Gryffindor?

Love always,
Clara

The saga of the tree









This was junior retreat. I'm not sure the videos make sense in order, but here they are. Guys throwing a tree into a lake.

Love always,
Clara

3.12.2009

Anguish and whatnot.

Today was hell.
But I'm about to go to sleep and it will all be over. And the rest of my life will be happy in comparison.
Thank goodness.

I didn't let myself leave school until I had the bulk of my homework done. That was 7:25 PM. After the shuttle busses had stopped running, basically, which means I got to feel really guilty as a very nice driver took me to the junior parking lot.
My god, I wish I knew the bus drivers' names. I know Jennifer, because she was mine, and she's a little bit infamous anyway, in certain circles. And I knew Marcello, who used to be my late bus driver, spoke very little english, and was also a little bit infamous.
We had something of an understanding, in 8th grade, when I would be the only kid on late bus (on tuesdays. Due to voice lessons.) And I wasn't cool and comfortable with the late bus like those super awesome high school kids; I was wearing a kilt for god's sake. No one can be cool and comfortable wearing a kilt.
Or I guess some people can. Scotsmen, and those 8th graders who are such hot shit (at least in their own minds). And girls in sports uniforms, but only if they have any athletic ability (i.e. not me).
Anyway, he would tune the radio to oldies and I would sit quietly with my head against the seat and do homework, until that got soul-crushing, and then I would harmonize. At the time I thought it was quiet, but I'm sure now that I probably got pretty into it and he could definitely hear me.
Then one day I was half-complaining to my super cool 8th grade friends about it, and one said I should just change the station myself. So that day I got on the bus before he did and set the radio to 99.5. And it stayed there, I think, for as long as I rode the late bus.

To tell the truth, after that I kind of missed harmonizing to random oldies. Specific memory: Singing "Only the Good Die Young" as the bus pulled into the Safeway parking lot.

Marcello and I were chill though.
Although he had no idea what was going on most of the time.
I think he got fired... I haven't seen him once this year. And he was notoriously unreliable.
That's depressing.

Want to hear something non-depressing?
Tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break. 
That is definitely not depressing.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. Also not depressing: In 48 hours I will be on a plane to Italy. I need to pack.

3.11.2009

A moment when Clara talks about herself

... in a slightly self-pitying and overdramatic way, because she only has 30 more days of being a sixteen year old girl.

So I was walking to chorus today (or rather, to book fair before chorus. I got three books for a dollar. It's fantastic) and I saw a bunch of freshmen, guys and girls, playing soccer on the quad. And they were having so much fun and I thought (or rather, said, aloud but quietly, because [secret alert!] I talk to myself quite regularly), "My god, I wish I were a freshman".
Then I looked in the other direction and saw a super cool bunch of sophomores chilling by this really great tree. These particular sophomores already know how much I admire that- they've got it figured out. If you have a sweet tree and people to chill with under it, you're essentially set. And I saw them and thought/said "Or a sophomore"
And then I thought about everything and thought (really, this time), "or anyone other than myself".

I'm not sure where that came from.
Except that I sense a great deal of unhappiness within my grade around now. Lots of projects and things, heightened awareness of this schism between ourselves and the faculty, etc, are making us very frustrated.
Like, example, today at lunch we had a pretty spirited debate about the acceptability of confiscating hats on a free dress day.
The issue, I'm pretty sure, wasn't actually hat-taking but (at least in my mind) the whole concept that so much of our lives is at the whim of a small bunch of adults. If they tell us to do something, we don't have many options.

And so why would I rather be another junior as opposed to myself? I've yet to figure that one out. Maybe I'm just done with it for a while.
That thought pretty rapidly dissolved, actually, when my mom came home and told me about her riveting experience at the White House. At that point I thought, "Wow, my life really is pretty cool"

Regardless of anything, spring break cannot come soon enough. Two days. Two days. It's like, a mantra.

Love always,
Clara

What we think about math.

Shivani: I f**ing hate math
Drew: I hate f**ing math.
Reilley: Yeah man. It's just kind of tedious.
(they continue)
Shivani: I don't get it.
Katie: Having sex with math is unpleasant.

Love always,
Clara

3.10.2009

Whole Foods

Wend there. Today after school. With the mom.
I came home in a terrible mood only exacerbated by her announcement that we essentially had no food in the house.
So we went.
I was having sinus issues... When my sinuses disagree with me, they make my brain stop working. And considering I was pretty tired today to begin with, I was pretty off.
At Whole Foods they have like, homeopathic remedies for things. Got two: One for sinuses, one for "Nervousness due to everyday stress"
And I had some tea called "Easy Now" which is like, relaxation something with lavender and passionflower. I didn't know passionflower was a real thing, but it is and I drank its tea.
Anyways, I thought "Easy Now" was like, "Easy, Now!". Which I supposed they intended to mean "life, be easy when a person drinks this tea!" but I kind of thought it seemed more like "Be easy and/or sexually promiscuous, at this moment!". Which I guess a relaxation tea could do... when you think about it...
Then it occurred to me (or maybe my mom pointed it out) that "easy now" is a thing you say to someone to calm them down.
But still.

Love always,
Clara

History

Ms. M: Who went to the classroom first? [people raise hands] Did you say hello to the ducks?
Drew: And the Dinosaurs.
Ms M: I'm glad. They get lonely.
Drew: The Ducks and Dinosaurs need as much love as any child of god.

Love always,
Clara

Our resident conspiracy theorist

Shivani: Sam, maybe Catherine's secretly smarter than you but you like, give her pills at night to make her brain shrink, and her brain is slowly wasting away.

I love physics class.

Mr C: Does anyone blow on the top of bottles to get that note?
Cath: I'm good at that!
Shivani: I don't believe you. That's really hard.
Chanel: So Cath can't do it because it takes talent?

Later...

Mr C: Please, guys
Shivani: I can't be quiet, even if someone's threatening me

Talking about the olden days...

Mr C: Back before TV they had these newsreels that they showed at movies
Shivani: That never happened.

This is the girl who asked "What if chemistry is a lie?"
Way to be a skeptic.

This aforementioned newsreel just called the Tacoma bridge over Puget Sound a "Pendulum of Doom". I am impressed by the drama. The bridge is now "whipping about in a fantastic way".
Intensity.

Love always,
Clara

3.09.2009

Eavesdropping

Otherwise known as: My favorite hobby.

Two sophomores (male and female) are discussing who the girl should develop a "crush" on. The guy is using all kinds of code names.
"Water will always be there for you. Like, if you have no electricity... you still have water!"
Now they're using australian accents.
Previously, the guy said that If he had one superpower, it was that he was a Super Secret Keeper. An SSK, if you will.

I'm something of a SSK of other people's secrets. Not so much my own, but I'm getting better. But as I've said, I blog. Privacy is not at the top of my list of priorities.
I used to claim it was. That I wanted to live a happy little life under the radar. My blog was password protected. It was all very secretive. And then I realized I totally hate that because I'm an eldest child, effectively, and thus I like attention.

I'm not technically the oldest. Stephanie and Donnie are my Dad's kids from his first marriage, 28 and 33 respectively. I don't know why we call him Donnie, seeing as he could have children by now. Probably just to differentiate between himself and my dad.

And they live in the area and they're around, but not so much that it would make me a "middle" child. Although when they are around, I pretty quickly assume that role. Mediator.
I have an aversion to conflict.
That's been true for as long as I know.

Except when it comes to my authority issues. Then I crave conflict like a drug. Adrenaline and the like.
In the realm of my own life, I tend to avoid conflict, just for the sake of my own happiness.

Love always,
Clara

I feel

like I've had a Red Bull or something.

Coming back from chorus, I had kind of a moment of insanity. I think I'm just nervous for this concert we have tonight. Or rather, I'm not nervous because the only people listening will be the 7th and 8th graders, plus parents, but I'm dreading it because I'm fairly certain we will not be at our best.
Yikes.

Anyway, now I'm trying to focus on a history presentation. Fail.
Although the presentation is pretty good. Props to Cat, Cara, Zander, and John. I'm going to start listening to you now.
Not that i wasn't before.

Love always,
Clara

Five days

Until I'm totally out of here and off to Italy. Thank god.
Between now and then I have to finish my profile, take the National Latin Exam, write up a Physics lab, do a Chem lab, and take a history quiz.
Shoot me please?

I really need to stop saying that. Daylight Savings Time has me kind of pissed off, but it's unseasonably warm, and I'm wearing short sleeves and I'm not even cold. So I should be happy.

Love always,
Clara

3.07.2009

Oh, my town and its madness

Anyone with a mind for twittering may have realized I was frustrated with some parade-goers today. Here's the deal.
My town loves parades. I don't know why; maybe we have a great road for it? I think we're just really enthusiastic people. I generally love that. Enthusiasm is great.
But.
When the sidewalks are crammed with silly people wearing green (one third of whom you can probably assume aren't even irish to begin with) celebrating a holiday that's not coming for another week or so by cheering at an old car, and I'm just trying to get to CVS to pick up a prescription, and then drop off my film, it gets old.
I was tempted to buy some of those cool green necklaces with the clovers though, in preparation for the real holiday (seeing as I actually am Irish). Didn't have cash. Darn.

I've never really identified with the Irish stereotype though. I'm loud, but only because I can't hear myself talk. That's different. I'm not overly emotional (I don't think. Please tell me if I am). I relate more to my dad's heritage, that being largely Nordic. More mellow, more pragmatic, etc. 
My parents each see more of the other side in me. i.e. Mom occasionally entertains the idea that I'm a statue, Dad, I imagine, has a completely different perception, seeing as he seems bewildered at my wilder moments.

Isn't it weird that we're all kind of products of our parents, on a basic level? You could say we're also products of our surroundings, and I totally agree with that, but the fact is that in most cases, your parents are the first two people you know. So in the very beginning, they are your surroundings.

Whoa. I meant to be talking about the stupid premature St. Patrick's day parade and idiot tourists, and I've gotten into nature vs nurture.
Funny how that happens.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. Picking up prescriptions is really awkward. I resolve not to do that again for as long as I can avoid it.

I'm Back!

I was actually back yesterday, but I was too tired to think, let alone blog. It would have been messy.
So now that I'm fairly rested, I feel equipped to describe the madness that was Junior Retreat.

We get there and claim cabins. It turned out not mattering that much, but still, whatever. Then we all go sit in a room and play little games. And then we listen to jazzy music and make posters. Ours had Yar and narwals. So you know it was good.
After lunch, we watch a fairly depressing movie about kids in Israel and how they handle the conflict there. Kind of cute, kind of slow, in the end just incredibly frustrating. Or rather, I think the whole issue is incredibly frustrating (and a good example of a time when you have to put common sense over religion).
During a moment of free time, we girls had a dance party. Which was sweet.
And then we discussed the movie and discussed school and bonded. And watched another movie (Dead Poets Society) and discussed school and bonded more.
There was a lot of that.

Et cetera. We played manhunt until like midnight, went to our cabins, chilled out, went to other cabins, chilled out, et cetera. I have heard there were crazy games of truth or dare, and we essentially piled as many people as possible onto one bunk bed, which was just hilarious, and no one got much sleep.
The next morning, we did more bonding-type things. Some guys tried to throw a tree into a frozen lake. Then we took a bus home, and I tried to sleep for a bit, and it was all lovely.

I had fun.

Then I came home and like, passed out. I was like, about to go to sleep, watching Sisterhood of the Traveling pants with my sister and my little cousin who's visiting, when Isabella calls and asks whether I'm coming to hang out.
So I get out of my pajamas and go.

I love being a teenager. There's an awesome independence and an equally awesome rationale for doing stupid things. It's like, do you ever wish you could have a day when nothing really mattered? I feel like that's our lives sometimes. Which, in a non-nihilist way, is really fun.
Because nihilism sucks.

I have loads and loads of video from the trip, so expect some.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. REAL CONVERSATION
I was tired, and had just described the guys throwing the tree into the lake.

Me: There was this rock island thing and to get there you had to climb down a cliff and use a rope and cross the stream and wander through the magical forest and there was this tree on the side of the land and the lake was icy and...
Daphna: Are you sure the whole thing wasn't just like, a bad acid trip?

... like I said, I was tired.

3.04.2009

Model Congress video!

I'm feeling like quite the filmographer recently.
Except when the super cool actual world-changing awesome documentary woman comes and gives us a totally awesome assembly. In which case I feel acutely aware that my silly little music videos will save zero lives in the Niger Delta.
Oh well.
Here goes:


Love always,
Clara

P.S. Tomorrow and Friday I'll be at junior retreat. Expect no blogging.
But afterwards, expect some kind of rant on the nature of bonding. or something.

Priorities of readers of CBS news



Priorities:
  1. Food
  2. Things that will never happen to you
  3. Ugly cats
  4. Murder
  5. Politics

Love always,
Clara

Physics and love. Again.

A person in my physics class whom Mr C. tends to joke about hatred for has recently found himself a lover.
We were explaining this to him.

Shivani: Mr C, you know [redacted]? Her.
Mr C: Yeah, she's a really nice girl right? Oh, this is terrible. I'm calling her parents.

Apparently something relating to limericks happened on a quiz that I haven't taken yet (physics+limericks=I don't even know).

Hanna: [redacted], we made up two lines of a limerick for you- 'he gave her some drugs, so she would do more than hug'
Mr C: Um, that's illegal

I'm not sure why I'm beating so much around the bush in all of this, because those who know what I'm talking about know what I'm talking about, and those who don't wouldn't anyway.
I just learned a while ago that people's personal lives should stay mostly off the internet.
With the exception of facebook.

Love always,
Clara

Reasons I love Latin Class

Mr C: How do we know that's a dactyl?
James: Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith
Alexandra: Good job, Mr Soren Kierkegaard
Me: *overflows with intense love for existentialism and Alexandra*
Will: Nice.

Love always,
Clara

3.03.2009

Open question

I happened to be in the same building as the 11th grade parent forum tonight, which my dear mother was moderating. After I had completed my own business, Katie and I decided we had a right to hear what these crazy parents and administrative folk were saying about us. And by "us" I of course mean the collective bunch of juniors who I am intensely defensive of. "Us" is my second family, even if I'm not bffs with all of "us".

So we had our heads in the window listening in, and my mom came over to discreetly moderate us out.

I know what goes on at these meetings usually: Too much work, not enough sleep, will they ever get into Harvard? Oh I am a stressed parent!
This time it is obvious that certain recent events are being discussed, as they should be. Communication is good
But if it's obvious that we're being gossiped about, why don't we have a right to know what's being said?

My question to you, whoever it is that reads this, is as follows:
Does one inherently have the right to know what is being said about them? In cases of like, meanness? In cases of people trying to help other people (as in the case of this parent gathering thing)?
You are totally welcome to comment  in that little thing below the post that says "comments"

Love always,
Clara

Musical video!

So this is about a week late, but hey, I'm supposed to have a life too.
Without further ado, a tribute to the cast of the winter musical:



Love always,
Clara

History presentations...

... and the people who love them.

Yar was worried Zander's face would make him laugh.

Yar: It's a shame Zander isn't a muslim woman.
Reilley: Yes, that's a shame
Zander: Why, so I could wear a veil?
Yar: Yeah
Zander: You should be suspended for saying that.

Love always,
Clara

3.02.2009

I get funny spam.

I figured I'd empty out my "spam" folder on Gmail (which, like everything google-related, I totally love, by the way).
Fantastic subject lines that I didn't pursue:
  • Want to make 156 today for typing in your favoritePJs? (what if I'm wearing PJs I'm not fond of?)
  • Hey, you've been selected (Hey, thanks for selecting me!)
  • Your score does not matter to us (what score? who ARE you people?)
  • Buy a richer lifestyle... cheap (...wait, what?)
  • Common Worries! (Is that supposed to entice me?)
  • Be at peace - Help prevent colon cancer with ColonZen (I hadn't realized colon health and spiritual wellbeing were so intricately connected)
  • Celebrities are swearing about acai! (Mental image- Kanye West muttering, "fuck acai")
  • Complimentary Colon Cleanse (*speechlessness*)
  • The Secret of Immortality (OH MY GOD! Why hasn't this been on the news?!)
  • What the government doesn't want you to know (I must say, I'm intrigued)
  • Greatness awaits. You could be part of an Elite Database! (Um, did the nazi party just discover the internet? I'm afraid. But also surprised they're not more selective)
And my personal favorite,
  • HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM... IN BED
I swear to god, all of these were really in my Gmail spam folder. Seriously.

Love always,
Clara

No school!

Snow is a great thing. Really truly.

I saw Milk today. Really good movie. If you haven't seen it, go see it. Seriously incredible.

I spent a solid portion of today reading the Comics Curmudgeon. There's a link in the previous post I think. Or before that.

Also talked to Isabella about school and whatnot. Figured out what I missed on thursday and friday (being at model congress and all). 
We had a class meeting... we tend to do that when things get crazy. And evidently, things have been crazy. Isabella and I had a pretty interesting conversation about authority though.
My opinion:
People with redeeming qualities deserve respect. Most people are nice or smart or something, so I tend to assume this means everyone.
But no one deserves authority. People are inherently in charge of their own actions (and I'm having an existentialist moment-- this always happens on snow days for some reason. Was Sartre a snowman?). If someone tells you to do something and you do, it's still your decision. If they threaten you, you decide doing what they want you to do is better than like, being shot or whatever, to use an unnecessarily violent example. 
Not even your parents/teachers. The reason we give parents authority is that as much as teenagers hate to admit it, they tend to be right about things. Not always, and I'm lucky to have pretty rational parents with usually pretty good advice, but in general they know what's going on. There are of course exceptions. And when my parents tell me to do something I think is stupid/pointless, I tend to ignore them. It just doesn't happen that often.
My decision.
And yes, sometimes they tell me to do things that would be a good idea and I ignore that too, out of laziness or contempt or whatever. I'm sixteen and am somewhat entitled to my idiocy.
Teachers too have our best interests in mind, generally. Obviously if you teach math you think math is super awesome and should be taught.
Occasionally, people in authority are wrong. At which point, that needs to be recognized and addressed.
Example: School administration responded poorly to unspecified event. Students display disapproval by means of black-wearing.
And as I've said before, teacher respect is totally a two way street. If we want to be treated like adults, we ought to act like them.
But I think it's completely rational for us to ask to be treated like adults, even if technically we can't vote and our brains have a little way to go before they're done. Although one day I know I will go back and read this and laugh at my naivete, I feel pretty mature and independent

So I wasn't at this meeting, but that's probably what I'd have said if I had been there...
Or in the grand style of Clara-public-speaking, I would have said, "Okay, so there's respect-deserving, and then there's authority-having, and we need to differentiate, because we should be treated like adults too, but we're like, teenagers, so it's all kind of messy and... yeah"
At which point, Chanel would say "You and the talking..." and I would receive several looks saying "wait... what?"
Because I don't tend to make sense, especially under pressure.

Although I argued pretty coherently in favor of prostitution.

Love always,
Clara

3.01.2009

The Delegate Dance

Oh, the sexual scandalocity that tends to take place among young faux political officials.
Model congress dances are insane. Great, but insane.

Here's my theory on model congress dances:
The whole weekend everyone's getting up and debating things and being cool. And that leads to some tension.
And people tend to anticipate sluttiness, and girls claim to dread it and guys have essentially no comment, except perhaps some sort of high five.
Because everyone knows what's going to happen.
And then you throw several hundred model congress charismatic/interesting/repressed people into a room with some darkness and glow sticks and music... and everyone gets a little bolder and there is a standard level of insanity that must be met.

I enjoy it, for the most part, seeing as I always have a good bunch to rescue me if the *predators* get too enthusiastic.
Those predators. Always getting enthusiastic.

And of course I reciprocate the rescue missions when necessary. Although most of the girls can take care of themselves. Anna G tends to tell guys she has a boyfriend... she told me this on the elevator ride up. This would have been good to know beforehand. But I should have come up with it on my own, seeing as I've used that one.
(To be fair, I was fourteen. And didn't know how to reject people)
(To be fair, I still don't)

Real conversation between Guy-I-Was-Dancing-With (GIWDW) and Guy-Cath-Was-Dancing-With (GCWDW)
GCWDW: Hey man
GIWDW: Hey
GCWDW: How's it going?
GIWDW: Pretty good
GCWDW: Yeah
GIWDW: Hey man, is my hair still glowing?
GCWDW: A little.

Anyway, scandalous sexytime.

Speaking of scandalous sexytime, we legalized prostitution this morning. I gave a pro speech. And then they suspended the rules to extend my time. Which always happens to me when I'm saying things that are controversial.
It happened at PMC when I was talking about religion in schools. Which I'm passionate about. I'm not exactly passionate about prostitution, but I figure the bill made sense.

Regardlesssssss, I don't know. Forget that rambling with this funny link.

Love always,
Clara