11.30.2009
I did it!
There were moments when I wasn't sure I would make it this year.
But I did!
Unfortunately, like in '07, my plot is far from finished. However, unlike '07, I fully intend to actually finish it! This will happen while I wait for college decisions. I trust that people who want to read my novel in its unedited-but-at-least-a-complete-narrative form will bug me until I get something worthwhile done.
Here's a thought I had today- The government can decide to add a twenty ninth day to February every four years. No one questions this. It's done for the common good, so that our years don't get out of sync with the seasons (that .25th day in the year can make a difference, I guess, if you ignore it for too long).
So why not, for the sake of the common good, get rid of, perhaps, one monday a month? Just let the first sunday of the month be followed by the first tuesday of the month, and skip monday? We would have a few six day weeks, but does that really affect anything? It affects TV schedules. That's basically it! It would be so simple!
I want to make this happen. I'm not a fan of mondays.
Also, in a creative burst today, I started playing around with flickr.
But most importantly: I had hot chocolate today.
And tomorrow, I'll know to wear a real snow jacket. It's World AIDS Day, so we community-service-oriented kids (i.e. all of us) are handing out red ribbons and asking for donations in the afternoon.
Love always,
Clara
snow!
Clara
11.29.2009
facebook groups
- I have texted lying down and dropped my phone on my face.
- The bathroom flushes on airplanes scare me because they are too loud.
- I change the date on homework so my teachers don't think I procrastinate.
- When I Was Younger, I Put My Face Close to the Fan to Hear My Robot Voice.
- I correct your bad grammar in my head while you're speaking.
- I only take a certain amount of steps on different slabs of the sidewalk.
- I Hate Getting Texts That Only Say "k"
- I Feel My Phone Vibrate When It Doesn't.
- I love the totally weird things you hear in the school hallway.
- I daydream randomly and then realize I'm staring at someone by mistake.
- I Don't Care if it Doesn't Matter, I Want to Know What You Said
- I'm Angry At You; Stop Making Me Laugh.
I didn't join all of these groups (some are fan pages), because it annoys me a little bit when I see one person join like, twenty groups in one day, but I could join every single one, and they would all be true.
The point of this rant:
- Social media brings us together!
- I always think I'm more unique than I actually am... (see: this)
Clara
11.28.2009
wallpaper is kind of awkward as an adjective, too
Just saying.
claraNow, here's my question: what did the think I meant by that?
band you might like- wallpaper
btw
David
? is wallpaper a verb?
clara
it can be anything!
except an adverb
i guess
David
well what did that phrase mean?
band you might like--wallpaper
clara
i'm saying there is a band called wallpaper that you might like
David
ohahahaha
Love always,
Clara
words words words
Which of these things is not like the other?
- You'd best start working on your physics labs, Clara
- You'd better have done well on that math midterm.
- You'd good do more work on your college supplements.
But why? Logically, it should work, because the other two degrees of that adjective work in that context.
Mystery!
I'm currently high on leftover pecan pie. Let it be.
Love always,
Clara
a facebook conundrum
Recent events have brought me to this position.
The recent events in question are as follows:
I was stalking someone on facebook. It was a girl who graduated a couple years ago. I don't even remember why I clicked on her albums instead of the "Photos of X" button- just chance. I think I was doing it to stalk her college in general.
And so I'm clicking through the pictures, and I realize that there are like, five pictures in a row of this girl with my cousin (or rather, step cousin. It counts)!
So I want to let her know that this guy she's friends with is my cousin, but can't do that without admitting that I was stalking her, or stalking my cousin, which is almost weirder.
I know the next logical step in this process is to calm down and acknowledge that maybe she doesn't care at all that I'm her friend's cousin, seeing as she and I maybe exchanged three words during the two years that we coexisted in the high school.
But it just bothers me. I want her to know.
Love always,
Clara
11.27.2009
Slacker senses: tingling
I had German homework. I have a free peeiod right now. Clearly, I should be doing said homework.
...nope.
I simply do not have the willpower this morning. Last night I had a nice thanksgiving dinner, wrote the novel for an hour, realized I had a killer headache, and took a benadryl and crashed around ten thirty.
So I really shouldn't be tired, but I am.
It may be good for me just to relax a bit. I'm developing a twitch in my left eyelid, which is simultaneously annoying, embarrassing, and troublesome.
On a completely unrelated note, early action/decision decisions come in eighteen days.
What stress?
Love always,
Clara
11.25.2009
it's really funny when brittany eats.
Me: I had pizza tonight. I was about to run off to yoga with my dad and Mom was like, "I have no food for you" so she heated me up some pizza.
Vivian: That is the best story ever.
Vivian is just being a hater, which is not fair, because she's with Brittany.
I went to yoga tonight, after I ate the pizza. It was a really intense yoga session, an hour and a half. And at the end, we relaxed, as one tends to do in a yoga class.
Then my dad fell asleep. And started to snore.
It was kind of hard to focus on my breathing after that.
Vivian (to Brittany): I forgot how entertaining it is to watch you eat.
Me: That's creepy...
Vivian: Don't you remember how she used to eat bananas in summer 08?
Me: Yes! I think I have a video of that on my computer!
Vivian: ... I'm creepy?
Love always,
Clara
dreams of yellow bicycles
There was a bit where I slid down a hill lying on my stomach, because my jacket was slick. And when I got to the bottom of that hill, I found Eleni and someone else, and they were on bikes that you couldn't start to pedal. They had to run and jump onto the bikes once they got the necessary momentum.
This all took place at a college. Apparently they'd been riding these bikes around Europe. Maybe the other person was Cath. That would almost make sense.
Then, in a completely unrelated twist, I was in the chorus room with Mr.R and I woke up right before he was about to tell a really funny joke.
That would be my luck.
Things that are awkward- When someone you don't know that well and actually dislike invites you to their birthday party.
That awkward moment just happened for about two thirds of my grade.
It was all very As-Told-By-Ginger. The birthday girl was handing out envelopes in homeroom. Except instead of being excited, everyone sort of exchanged nervous glances and slipped the envelopes into their backpacks, in hopes that it would all go away.
Love always,
Clara
11.24.2009
i like my hostage situations with cranberries.
(David makes shushing noises and waves his hand around)
David: That's supposed to be an explosion. I'm not making bread.
I hadn't even thought that it might look like bread making until he said that, for the record. Although he was sort of right.
Me: My legitness...
David: That sounds like a rash.
Me: It kind of was like a rash that time.
David: That should be an Alanis Morissette song. You're like a rash! Itch it!
Mariam gave a really great presentation on male discrimination today in joke-class (otherwise known as Theory of Knowledge). There's this youtube clip of an abc news report on the topic- They got two actors to stage a woman beating up a man in a park. Interestingly, people either had no opinion or thought it was awesome (whereas, had the genders been switched, the police would have been called within minutes).
The point of this ramble is that I think Alanis Morissette would be one of those people thinking it was awesome.
David: I'm very vindictive by the way. Never betray me.
Me: I'll remember that.
He's in North Carolina for thanksgiving break, and his room there doesn't give him much privacy. Which means when we want to talk about things that he doesn't want his parents to know about, such as my love life and college madness and parents being annoying, he has to go into his bathroom.
David: I hope my mom doesn't hear me say this, but [story about his mom flipping out about college (whose mom hasn't done this?)]
Me: Imagine... she comes up the stairs and hears your voice... talking about her... in your bathroom... alone... (I break into giggles)
David: Yeah, It would look pretty sketchy. I promise I'm wearing pants right now.
I knew he was. But it's good to have the point reinforced.
David: You know that song "Second Chance" by Shine Down?
Me: Yeah! That song penetrated my core.
David: I really didn't need that much information.
The song, of course, is that one that goes "Sometimes goodbye is a second chance", which happened to come out right at the time when I was saying goodbye to just about everyone. So naturally, it struck a chord.
David: So do you find [redacted] attractive?
Me: I did. In second grade. See, he used to call me an alien, and I took this to be a compliment slash declaration of love.
David: Oh Clara...
Me: No, but I was right.
David: So what you're saying is, next time I like a girl I should call her an alien?
Me: Yes... if she's seven.
We just spent several minutes trying to figure out what the word is when you trade something with someone so that they know you'll give back the first thing. That sentence didn't make any sense, so let me provide an example.
You are going ice skating. The ice skating rink people give you ice skates and take your driver's license. And then you can't run off with the ice skates, because they have your driver's license. See?
The word we were looking for was 'collateral'. It took us a while though.
David: It begins with a C. Like, corollary. or Confucius. Confucius's corollary.
Me: C... CRansom?
David: It's the thing that keeps you from running off with the ice skates!
CRansom, in retrospect, sounds like a hostage situation mixed with cranberries.
Love always,
Clara
11.23.2009
attention walmart shoppers
Basically, when you see "Something Walmart this way comes" in Wikipedia's See Also section, you click.
Turns out, it was a South Park episode.
Soon, the now-unemployed residents start to work at Wall-Mart for minimum wage and an extra 10% employee discount on store purchases, including Stan's father Randy.That's either a grammatical error, or an episode I would really like to see.
Love always,
Clara
i just wanna rhyme
This series of exchanges made me laugh so hard I cried several times today.
(I don't remember the context)
Matt: What rhymes with 'door?'
Me: I am not a whore!
Matt: I'm just joking
(the conversation continues)
(A minute later)
Thomas: Are we still rhyming words?
It's funnier when you imagine it in the greatest British accent ever, said as if it's the most normal thing in the world.
Later, at coffee, Emily and I are laughing about Thomas and his rhyming words.
Thomas: Well, I don't know... don't you do that sometimes? It feels good, just to go home and rhyme some things. Have a little rhyme time!
Emily is lucky to have snagged this delightful boy. Today was basically the first time I talked to him in any depth and everything he says cracks me up. I'm 98% sure it's the accent.
To give you a better idea of what a hysterical person this Thomas is, he accidentally put a zip-up hoodie on under his polo shirt today, and didn't change, even once we got into town. He seemed to think that putting your clothes on in the wrong order is a very common mistake.
Thomas: Don't you ever do things backwards?
Me: Well, I've like, put my clothes on physically backwards... but not like, chronologically backwards.
In other news, I am completely covered in confetti. It's fun. Confetti fights are like snowball fights in that they are joyful, and unlike snowball fights in that they do not hurt. Therefore, they are the best kinds of fights.
However, those little hammers that they give to the kids- those hurt. And the children are brutal with them. We were cornered by an ominous bunch of eight-year-olds near the McDonalds today, eight-year-olds wielding hammers.
Jessica: Oh my god! It's a gang bang!
Me: ..... or not?
I just love it when people say things they don't mean.
Love always,
Clara
11.22.2009
that's just a bad pun.
These findings raise hopes that a way might someday be found to trick the human cochlea into regenerating hair cells—and thereby restore hearing. Someday, we can hope, the human ear will experience life after deaf.-Direct quote from my online psychology textbook.
I'm sorry, I am usually a big fan of dorky puns, but that is just... bad. That was a cheap pun that didn't even make that much sense.
Right now I'm reading about 'Deaf Culture'. I don't know what to think about that. On one hand, I think sign language is really cool. But some of these 'Deaf Culture' advocates get angry when people want to restore their hearing, like it's a betrayal or something. Which makes no sense at all.
Maybe I'm just insensitive to the deeper issues, whatever they may be. But I am sensitive to sound.
When kissing, lovers minimize distraction and increase their touch sensitivity by closing their eyes.Another gem from the same chapter. Thanks, textbook! Now when someone asks me where I got that (trademarked) kissing technique (of eye-closing, duh), I can say, "Psychology in Modules 8e!"
If a stream of water is pumped across your tongue, the addition of a concentrated salty or sweet taste for but one-tenth of a second will get your attention (Kelling & Halpern, 1983). When a friend asks for "just a taste" of your soft drink, you can squeeze off the straw after a mere fraction of a second.The awesome psych-textbook pieces of advice just keep coming!
Love always,
Clara
I guess I'm more Canadian than I thought.
Nice Day - The Salteens
Me and My Friend - Julie Doiron
Combat Baby - Metric
Tbtf - Broken Social Scene & Kevin Drew
Edge of Desire - John Mayer
Expiration Date - Pomplamoose
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths
Us - Regina Spektor
Satellite Heart - Anya Marina (What up, New Moon soundtrack?)
Half of my Heart (with TSwift) - John Mayer
I always feel so much better after downloading a whole bunch of music. Not better than I felt before I downloaded it, but better than I feel when I'm going through iTunes. It's really a stressful process. I feel the need to go through really quickly and make gut decisions within three seconds or something. I don't know why I do it this way.
I very rarely go to iTunes with a song in mind. That's no fun at all.
Anyway, I found a lot of these songs going through the "iTunes Essentials: Canadian Indie" playlist. I was surprised to find out that I already owned a lot of the songs on there, or knew the artists for other songs.
I had no idea my music taste was so Canadian.
Love always,
Clara
facebook chat
I'm complaining about it to David on facebook chat.
Me: kjflds
David: is that a german cuss word?
Me: yes.
Love always,
Clara
Procrastination to the MAX!
- Taking my math midterm
- Writing in my novel
- Catching up on Psych like crazy (fun story: So the online psychology course doesn't work on Safari, which means I had to download Firefox to take it. That was all fine, until Firefox started being a giant idiot. Now I'm a week behind, but I got an extension, so that's something. Still. What a mess.)
- There's probably some physics stuff I've been neglecting too. Boo online classes
- Obsessing over my Google Analytics page. In the last couple days I've had three visits from Ostermundigen. I know I live somewhere near there, because I've seen buses that say they're going to Ostermundigen, but I'm really curious as to who these blog-reading Ostermundigi are. Friends? Stalkers? International School of Berne administrators???
- Reading Text Message in a Bottle. I like it so much that I've tried to friend the author on facebook. He might think that's awkward. I think it's kind of awkward. But I did it anyway.
- Going ice skating (later)
- Staring at my new redheaded self in the mirror. I know how silly that sounds but I don't care because it's completely accurate.
Love always,
Clara
11.21.2009
Real conversations with virtual math teachers
Clara
So this is different...
Clara
11.19.2009
Yesterday, I slept.
Clara
11.17.2009
Larissa will not be featured.
Clara
11.16.2009
We the people...
Clara
Wasting time.
Clara
Weird morning
Me: yeah don't mind Robert. He just knows random facts about my sleeping habits.
Robert: you TELL me random facts about your sleeping habits!
He's right. I do.
Me: there was no reason for me to wear sunglasses today.
Mr. L: Its a nice accessory.
Me: I have this hope that it will clear up later.
Mr. L: not gonna happen. (walks away)
Me: HOPE IS ALL I HAVE!
Love always,
Clara
11.15.2009
Likes and Dislikes, according to Google
Clara
11.14.2009
My Search History...
- Walmart
- how to siphon gas
- Lincoln, Nebraska
- Nebraska alcohol laws
- einstein bicycle
- dehydrated food r.e.i.
- list of quirks
- richard dawkins
- except to literally get out of hell
Clara
In case you couldn't tell, my family is weird.
Clara
Auto-summarize is the greatest thing.
Name: Olive
Tad murmured.
Name: Tad and Holden
Hi Olive!
Tad and Holden
Olive thought. Tad, no. “Tad. “I’M OLIVE!”
“Tad.”
Olive laughed.
Olive looked at tad. Tad looked at olive. Olive laughed. Tad nodded.
Olive blushed. Olive asked. “Holden! Olive grinned. Olive laughed. Olive asked.
Olive admitted. Olive grinned. Olive smiled. Tad paused. Olive agreed. Olive giggled. “Olive. “Holden! Olive asked. Olive paused. What, tad?”
“Hey holden”
Olive laughed. Olive smiled. Holden. Tad interrupted. Olive laughed. Olive shrugged. Tad and Holden agreed.
“Olive” tad said. “Holden, look” olive said. Tad wondered.
Clara
11.13.2009
Silly dog, raisin bran is for kids!
- When someone like NASA has an announcement to make of global significance (such as finding water on the moon), do you think there are ever internal catfights over what time they should do the announcement at, so that certain areas of the world would be asleep? Like "Aha! if we do it a 8PM Eastern Standard Time, the French will find out six hours later than everyone else!"
- Why are there so many different kinds of shoes? When did that happen?
- Where has my focus been this week? I have literally gotten almost nothing done. I would blame the novel-ing, but I haven't even been productive in that.
- In college, I'm taking a music theory class first semester. I've made this decision.
- Speaking of college, I really want to make another closet-door collage. But instead of pictures of my friends, it's going to be the various pamphlets and postcards that colleges from Princeton to Alaska Pacific University have sent me. Just because otherwise it's all a giant waste of paper- these are either colleges that I'm already interested in and thus need no further persuasion, or colleges that I'd never apply to anyways.
Clara
11.12.2009
Regarding changes in my personal style
Clara
Mariam is definitely not sexually active.
Clara
11.11.2009
Another jet-lagged day at school
Clara
11.10.2009
Real live CNN headline
"Plea deal offered in astronaut love triangle case"
Stranger than fiction, my friends, stranger than fiction.
I will now present you with a short excerpt from my novel. Because I'm not doing enough blogging, and I feel guilty about it.
“But Holden, seriously, what is the point of staying alive? Like, wow that sounded really emo and i swear i don't cut myself, but why is being alive inherently valuable?” olive seemed really worked up about this discussion. But tad glanced for a moment at her legs and saw that they were shaking. It was definitely unclear whether her passion for the discussion or the vitamin b 12 was responsible for the enthusiasm.
“All I’m saying”, she continued, “is like, okay I want to stay alive. I could have offed myself a week ago once I realized everyone else was dead but I didn’t. I mean, that option was literally right there and I was like ‘fuck no, I’m living this one out’. But if we’re going to go to all of these lengths to stay alive, we need to enjoy it, you know? Just being alive isn’t enough. You have to like, set out to do something. And if your something is driving fast, so be it. I like it. Driving fast is fun”
Tad was a little bit confused. This blonde chick in cowboy boots was sounding like an existentialist.
“Have you ever read Sartre?” he asked
“No... I looked him up on Wikipedia once. It all went over my head to be honest. The philosophy articles on Wikipedia are all full of random meaningless phrases like ‘knowing-towards-being’ and ‘a priori’ and ‘the ownmost nonrelational possibility of being not to be bypassed’”
“So you looked up Heidegger too?” tad said with a not malicious smirk. He knew all about the ownmost nonrelational possibility of being not to be bypassed.
Olive smiled. “Yep”
Love always,
Clara
11.09.2009
Whoa! I had not blogged for way too long!
But when I got home, I had lots of mail! Hooray for colleges and my new headphones!
For reasons completely unknown to me, Alaska Pacific University is very excited about me as an applicant.
SCORE.
(Really though, how did they get my new address?)
My new headphones are blue and big and awesome looking if I do say so myself.
I have to go to school tomorrow. Real school (or, closer to real school than the last couple weeks).
I also have to write. The wedding madness had me really busy, so I have some catching up to do.
Speaking of wedding madness, it was phenomenal. Stephanie looked absolutely gorgeous. And we had just about the cutest flower girl ever.
I am so dysfunctional today. I'm going to write a little bit, listen to Taylor Swift, and go to bed at like, nine.
That'll be good.
Oh, also! Real conversation from my flight to America that I had mostly forgotten but now remember-
[Backstory: I had been sitting next to this man on the airplane, and he asked if I would trade seats with his wife. There was no reason not to, so I got up and let him sit with his wife and such. But on my walk over to my new seat I got caught going against the current, which left me sort of standing awkwardly in everyone's way. There are two backpacker guys sitting a couple rows in front of where I had been]
Me: (stands awkwardly, looks around feeling uncomfortable, talks quietly to self, the usual) Hm how will I do this? I am definitively stuck. Hm.
Two backpacker guys: If you don't have a seat you can sit on our laps. (give suggestive eyebrow raises)
Me: ... I'm good thanks.
Love always,
Clara
11.06.2009
Wuv... is what bwings us togever
I'm actually really excited.
But right now I'm being a terrible procrastinator. I really can't be blogging right now. I've got to write my novel.
Love always,
Clara
11.04.2009
New music, my last day, and more!
Because my mind was completely blown.
It didn't really occur to me until I'd left, actually, that I wouldn't be back for so long. Isabella was driving through the suburbs and I just had this feeling like I was an empty shell.
It was weird.
Then I saw my parents. And then I downloaded a bunch of new music. So overall it hasn't been a bad day.
The latest crop of musical choices-
I'd Hate to Be You When People Find Out What This Song is About - Mayday Parade
Summer Hair = Forever Young - The Academy Is...
Osaka Loop Line - Discovery
Forever & Always - Taylor Swift
Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift
Dear Jack - Jack's Mannequin
Swim (Music Box) - Jack's Mannequin
TiK ToK - Ke$ha
The entire 'Love' album - The Beatles
That last album has a fun story behind it. I was sitting on the floor of the Crossroads and John Henry walked by with this album in his head.
I was like "Oh hey can I take this out of your hand and put it on my computer okay thanks bye then"
I had dinner with Isabella's family tonight. They eat at the same time every night. It's fascinating.
Isabella: Oh, mom, Clara's family doesn't have like, regular family dinners.
Mrs G: Really?
Me: Yeah. Dinner was usually Mom's territory, which meant it was Dad's territory, which meant it was usually the territory of Pita House down the street.
Me: I went over to [redacted]'s house in like, fourth grade. We played dolls. I came home and my mom was like "how was your playdate" and I was like "... we played with dolls." I think she understood.
Isabella: I played with dolls for a while...
Me: But you never made me do it with you.
Isabella: I would make up terrible games. Like, my dolls were always getting kidnapped, but their kidnappers secretly loved them.
Me: When I played with dolls, they always had leukemia or something.
Mr G: One day a therapist is going to have a field day with that one.
Just now-
Isabella: AH!
Me: ... what?
Isabella: A fourteen dollar garlic press? A fourteen dollar tenderizer? Ah!
Me: Yesss! Cookware!
I am going to miss the DC kids like crazy. But I'm excited for my sister's wedding and I'm excited to get back to Switzerland.
I miss my home.
Speaking of home, I have not been to Old Town once since being home. I thought I'd want to go. I really don't though. I feel no need to put myself through that. There have been enough emotionally ambiguous conundrums for two weeks, thank you very much.
Ending with one more real conversation-
David: So apparently your mom emailed my mom or something. My mom asked me yesterday morning, "Did you buy Clara a leopard print nightgown?"
Me: *laughs uncontrollably* Oh... my... god...
Snuggie ≠ Nightgown.
Love always,
Clara
11.03.2009
Lunch, et cetera
Me: I don't see why cats need snuggies. It's not like they're grabbing anything- they don't need sleeves on their blankets. They don't even have opposable thumbs!
David: Like dogs have opposable thumbs? What freaky dogs are you hanging out with??
AD passed out today. People were really excited about it. I'm not sure why.
David: I'm the lunchroom bitch.
Yesterday I was the lunchroom failure. There were no paper cups, and then I wanted lentil soup, so I got lentil soup in a real bowl, and then I wanted a wheat bread roll, because how often do you find wheat bread rolls? So I got one, but I didn't have enough hands so I put it in the bread right in the bowl. Then I got this tricky balancing situation made worse by the fact that no one I knew was really in the lunch room at that point. We, as seniors, seem to have developed a terrible tendency to either not eat at all, or eat in twenty seconds flat to go do work.
We, as seniors, are lame.
So I walked over to the sandwich table, tasted the soup, realized the soup wasn't even good, threw it all away, and got some fruit.
And by then more people were in the lunch room so I could sit down.
It was a sad sad state of affairs.
I'm up to 8,000 words in my novel. I'm making more typos than I ever have in my life.
Love always,
Clara
11.02.2009
It has begun again!
I apologize for the lack of blogging the past couple days. Halloween/Homecoming was really busy, and then yesterday was a lot of sleeping and writing and going to super emo concerts.
Then this morning I had legit work that I legitimately had to do.
I know, right? What is THAT?
So now, after I post this, I'm going to get to some fiction writing, which will allow my artistic soul to sing. Or something. I'm feeling like using flowery language right now, so just let me do that, okay?
Quote without context-
David: (Gives me a twenty) Hey Clara, thanks for saturday night.
(Okay, a little context, only so that I don't actually legitimately look like a hooker- he needed gas money)
Love always,
Clara