11.30.2009

I did it!

Hooray!
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!

I love snow. I'm basically the only one here who does. There are two conversations i've been having today.

Conversation 1-
Me: It's snowing!
Other person: I hate snow. It's so cold and wet.

Conversation 2-
Me: It's snowing!
Other person: I know! In [arid homeland], it never snows!

However, I made a very serious mistake this morning. My silly iphone told me that today would be the warmest day of the week, with a high of forty seven. So I wore a short sleeved shirt and a button-down sweater and (get ready for it) TOPSIDERS.
Which soaked through in about thirty seconds.
By lunch it felt like I wasn't wearing shoes at all, just walking barefoot through the frozen slush. It wasn't a good feeling.

Halima: I hate procrastination.
Me: Procrastination is like my abusive boyfriend. I keep telling myself I'll never go back... but he's just so seductive. And then he beats me.
Halima: Yeah, I get that. When you tell yourself you won't, and then night comes, and you have nothing better to do... and then you procrastinate.

Love always,
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.
Has anyone else noticed there's a new crop of facebook groups that are especially universal? Every time I go to my news feed, someone is joining a group that makes me think "Wow, I thought I was the only one who did that/thought that." And then I see that the group has like, 10,000 members.

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:
  1. Social media brings us together!
  2. I always think I'm more unique than I actually am... (see: this)
Love always,
Clara

11.28.2009

wallpaper is kind of awkward as an adjective, too

Facebook chat can sometimes lead to miscommunications.
Just saying.
clara
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
Now, here's my question: what did the think I meant by that?

Love always,
Clara

words words words

Inconsistencies of language!
Which of these things is not like the other?
  1. You'd best start working on your physics labs, Clara
  2. You'd better have done well on that math midterm.
  3. You'd good do more work on your college supplements.
Answer: #3! That one makes no sense!
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

You know what I hate? I hate the fact that no one is quite comfortable with the fact that facebook is the ultimate stalking tool. It's like, stalking is what facebook was made for, and yet we all feel so awkward about it.
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.

Tonight, my skyping is with Vivian. I'm a skype fiend these days.

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

I had the weirdest dream last night.
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 and I are skyping.

(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

So I was doing novel research.
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

Today was Onion Market! It was awesome.

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.

I had an iTunes moment just now. I should have been doing work, but what else is new?

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

My math midterm is thirty pages. I'm on page fifteen. I decided, at page fifteen, that I had overdosed on calculus and probably needed my brain pumped or something.

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!

Things I should be doing today:
  • 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
What I've been doing instead
  • 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.
I really need to get my act together, yo.

Love always,
Clara

11.21.2009

Real conversations with virtual math teachers

(The following conversation took place over skypechat)
Me: So I'll have [the midterm] in either tomorrow or tuesday- Monday is a crazy swiss holiday known as onion market, and the fax machine is at my dad's office. So I'll try to get it in tomorrow :)
Mr D: I really want to visit Switzerland. There are so many awesome jugglers there, and you make it sound like a delightfully random/bizzare place.
Me: It really is. Very bizzare. And we have some pretty sweet mountains.
Mr D: Yes, I've seen them in a few of the juggling videos my friends have made.

Somehow I had forgotten that my online math teacher/instructor really liked to juggle. This isn't Edward Burger, the guy from the awesome videos (who teaches at Williams in real life, by the way), but the person who actually grades my tests and answers my questions.

There's just something about math teachers.

Love always,
Clara

So this is different...

I dyed my hair!
Rather, Halima and Jelena dyed my hair, and I sat helplessly and gratefully in Halima's bathroom. It was awesome.
And here is proof!


For the record, I tried to make those pictures smaller. I did. It didn't need to be huge. But Blogger has decided, No Clara, you must have obnoxiously large pictures of yourself in this post.
Apologies.

Anyway, that's been probably the most exciting thing to happen this weekend.
Today we drove an hour to go see New Moon. Grace was one of those screaming girls, naturally. Mom and Dad and I sat separately in the back corner making comments about the intense quality of the film.
There's one scene that cracks me up though-
Mike: So now that you're talking and eating again, want to catch a movie?
Bella: Sure
Mike: Okay great! Hm, what's out? Oh, we could see "Love spelled backwards is love". It's a terrible title, but I heard it's a good romantic comedy...
Bella: Let's see... Face... Punch. That looks good.

I cracked up.
Also, Jacob isn't wearing a shirt for at least two thirds of the movie. That is what sells tickets, my friend. Jacked up Shark Boy.
I wish I were joking. But I can't deny the fact that he's hot.

Monday is Onion Market. Get pumped for onions, beer, confetti, and plastic hammers.

Love always,
Clara

11.19.2009

Yesterday, I slept.

That's my awesome excuse for not blogging. It was one of those oh-I'll-just-read-this-great-book-by-Stephen-Pinker-zzzzzzz moments at like, 7 PM. Four hours later I woke up, realized it was four hours later, and said to myself "oh fuck it" so I took off my jeans and crawled under the covers.
I woke up after a solid 12 hour period of unconsciousness wearing only a sweater feeling very confused.

So that's why I didn't blog. I didn't write either. But last night the as-of-yet unnamed a cappella group had its first practice! We're learning 'All you need is love' because of two things:
1. It's easy to arrange, and shouldn't be that hard to learn either.
2. I'm shamelessly ripping off Mag 7. I also printed sheet music to Viva La Vida. What now, 7-wild-and-crazy-guys*?
However, we're cooler than Mag 7, because we have girls.

Today, we had a half day. This is because today is the start of a long weekend for the strange swiss holiday that is Onion Market.
Onion Market is a sort of combination of Thanksgiving and Mardi Gras. Way back in 1405, Bern burned down (wordplay!). And because Bern burned, the Bernese people gave the farmers from Fribourg the right to sell the Bernese people onions. This made sense in 1405.
Now we celebrate this fact by getting crazy-drunk at 6 in the morning and buying lots of onion products such as onion pie and decorative onion things. Also, we throw confetti into other people's mouths. And hit them with plastic hammers.

I'm very much looking forward to it.

Anyway, today after our glorious half day, I hung out in town for like, five hours. With people. It seems I might be legitimately getting friends here.
Halima and Lyna showed me "the whore store" known in most circles as "Tally Weijl". It really is not classy, although there are sweaters there that I would buy. Sweaters. By sweaters, I mean not-leopard-print-skintight-dress-things. Which are also available.
We explored boots. Jelena met up with us. I've finally figured out how she pronounces her name. It's ye-LAY-na, not YE-lu-na.

So that's fun. Shopping and coffee are delightful things.

Tomorrow, I'm dying my hair. Not dramatically. It will be slightly redder than it is now. Only slightly. We'll see.
I'll post pictures of the process, Julia-Allison style.


Love always,
Clara

*Regarding the 7-wild-and-crazy-guys, that's what my dad used to call them, back in the day. He's clever sometimes.

11.17.2009

Larissa will not be featured.

Mariam: He's an anus!
Julien: No, I'm a pineapple!

We're having a lot of really weird conversations.
Mostly about sex.

Percy: You know, I think I want to become a porn star. Larissa, I'll feature you in one.
Larissa: Not happening.

Lunch starts soon. I'm going to propose my constitution. We'll see how that goes.

Love always,
Clara

11.16.2009

We the people...

I just wrote an International School of Berne Student Council constitution.
It was actually kind of fun. I took the Occam's razor approach. The last constitution was four pages long and didn't actually say anything. Mine is one, and gives us a structure for getting things done.
I'm quite proud of it.

Something occurred to me though- We have a meeting tomorrow and I'm going to do everything I can to get everyone to agree to this draft that I have, mostly for the sake of time.
But when I play out possible arguments in my head, all of my responses refer to the American constitution. Which only about a third of our student council is familiar with.

International schools are fun.
But frustrating when you're trying to make analogies.

Love always,
Clara

Wasting time.

If wasting time were a legitimate profession, I wouldn't need to go to college.


Love always,
Clara

Weird morning

I was up too late last night but I don't regret it. Being tired, as you know, makes me weird.

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

You can learn a lot about people using Google's autocomplete.


That's all very nice. I've never taped my thumbs to my hands to see what it would be like to be a dinosaur, but I can sort of see the appeal now.
What's more baffling is "I like to think of Jesus as a mischievous badger." How many people search for that on a daily basis?


This one is sort of depressing, to be perfectly honest.
But I find "I dislike you with great intensity" to be hilarious

Curiously, if you type "I hate" into google, it doesn't autocomplete. Probably on purpose.

Love always,
Clara

11.14.2009

My Search History...

National Novel Writing Month makes me Google really weird things. Also, my life makes me google really weird things.
  • 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
Figured I'd share that. It came up when I was about to google "random walmart"
You can probably tell, my novel is a little bit insane.

Love always,
Clara

In case you couldn't tell, my family is weird.

I got coffee with the Polish ambassador's daughter today. It was a fun daughters-of-diplomats thing.
Then I came home to find my mom on the couch watching Pimp My Ride.
Real Conversation-
Me: Are you watching this?
Mom: I LOVE it!

She's very impressed by Xhibit's talent. She finds him hysterical. I sat down and we watched MTV for like, an hour. It's fun because there are german subtitles but everyone speaks in english.

Then I came back into my room to write in my novel but got distracted by facebook. Story of my life.
Dad brought me lasagna. It's yummy. Although I shouldn't be eating pasta.
We heard mom laugh down the hallway.

Me: Is mom still watching MTV?
Dad: Yeah, she's loving it.

Grace, in the meantime, is downstairs doing math homework. I think the roles in this family are a little jumbled.

I don't know if I'm going out tonight. But it's only eight forty five. Anything can happen. I'd gotten into this pathetic habit of saying to myself at 8:30, "Oh, no one's called. I guess I'm a sad loser" and then I'd get into my pajamas. I realize now that these kids are on a completely different timeline, and I shouldn't decide I'm a sad loser until 10:30. Which is okay by me.

Love always,
Clara

Auto-summarize is the greatest thing.

An autosummary of my NaNoWriMo novel 09:

Tad clicked. “Hey Olive?”
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.

That's essentially my novel in 100 words or less, according to Microsoft Word. Or I think that was the setting I used. I'm not going to count the words to check.

Basically, Olive does a lot of smiling and laughing and giggling and grinning and whatnot. And she feels the need to shout her identity.
Tad interrupts. What a jerk.

I highly recommend you 'autosummarize' any document you might have on your computer for the entertainment value.

Love always,
Clara

11.13.2009

Silly dog, raisin bran is for kids!

Right now Chili the dog is standing on the floor next to my bed giving me a horrible look. The look says this:
"Wait... aren't you going to give me more steak? You can't just give me one piece! I really like steak! If I sit here long enough, will you give it to me? What if I moan about it? OH SNAP I'm going to lie down and cry. Please give me more steak..."

Poor thing... not. He eats better than I do. He had that slice of steak with his dinner- I had Raisin Bran Crunch.
To be fair, I had the option of heating up some fish left over from a luncheon today. But I wasn't feeling it.

I'm having really random thoughts right now.
  • 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.
Three day weekends are great.

Love always,
Clara

11.12.2009

Regarding changes in my personal style

I'm trying to figure this out.
Do I dress differently here?

When I was in America, people (such as isabella) said, "Oh, you have such European style now!" or something along those lines.
Which is cool and all. The general stereotype of 'European style' is a good one.
But I don't feel especially european. I feel like I'm wearing all the same stuff I always wore. Or, maybe something has changed, but I'm no more European than I was before.

I have a different hypothesis.
I'm more... myself.
That's such a cliche. I'm ashamed of myself for even thinking it. But at the same time, I feel like it's true.
Ponder this- People always say that other people change most over the summer. I've always assumed it appeared that way because we don't notice the gradual changes while they happen. But what if people change over the summer because they're not in school? In other words, they're torn out of their hive mind peer group and forced to figure out what they like?
Get it? Absence of peers -> Forced individuality. While being alone all the time sucks (and I've spent a good portion of most of my summers that way), there's a certain freedom in it- there's no one to impress.

(I, of course, would go out looking for people to impress, from an early age. Be it on the Lonelygirl15 message boards or walking around Old Town, I always made myself visible. But that's another rant)

So... Now I've moved to Switzerland. For the first few days, completely isolated. After that, I met people, but I was still sort of living in my own little world where I didn't care what people thought.
Or, perhaps, I did care, in the sense that I wanted to give them a good idea of who I was, from the start. Yes, that's it. I had no desire to blend in. I felt this need to make my identity apparent to anyone and everyone. As if to say, "Do not mistake me for anyone other than myself"
So I started wearing the sorts of things I liked to wear.

Whereas in America, there were kinds of expectations. We're a very welcoming bunch over there, and I can't think of a demographic that we collectively dislike, but once we have an idea in our head about what someone's supposed to be like, it's hard to shake.
I hate to admit it, but I definitely fell into that trap where I would think, "Oh, I can't wear that, because it's not the sort of thing that I usually wear, and people seem to be okay with me the way I am, and I don't want to jeopardize that."
Isn't it fun being a seventeen year old girl with insecurities and such?

This part is fun though. Now that no one expects anything of me, I can do all the things that I always wanted to do at home. Like wear my new intense blue headphones in public.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on my 'new style' which is really not unlike my 'old style', if we're using those terms.
Right now, I'm wearing dark jeans, ugg boots, and my green Nantucket sweatshirt.
I know. So european.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. When I was writing "Nantucket" just now, I initially typed "Nucket" and didn't realize why it was wrong.

Mariam is definitely not sexually active.

Larissa: Taking the pill and smoking is really bad for you.
Mariam: The pill? What?
Lyna: YOU DON'T NEED IT.

I was rude to my father this morning. Real conversation-
Dad: It's 7:17. Time to get up.
Me: SHUT UP. LEAVE ME ALONE.

I'm kind of grumpy in the mornings lately. Probably the jet lag. And the fact that I have no desire to go to sleep at a normal time anymore.

Love always,
Clara

11.11.2009

Another jet-lagged day at school

And a sort of dysfunctional cranky one, at that.
But I have to say, I think I'm a lot more sociable when I'm tired like this.

I slept straight through first period. Just flopped myself onto the stolen couch and slept. Mehdi gave me his jacket to use as a blanket. It was very cozy.
I was pretty legitimately asleep, too. I was like, having dreams and forgetting where I was.
Then I woke up about two seconds before second period started. I had a class second period. German. So I decided that to wake up it would be a good idea to eat my apple that I'd packed for as snack.
I walk into German class eating my apple.

Real conversation to follow-
Herr M: Clara? (gives me a disapproving and bewildered look, as if he has never seen someone with the nerve to eat an apple in front of him)
Me: I'm exhausted. I literally just woke up. I'm trying to bring up my blood sugar so I can actually get through this hour without passing out.
Herr M: (as if he didn't hear me) Not in class, Clara.

So he expected me to throw it out, like I throw out my gum when he calls me on that (which also annoys me, while I get that it's a rule). I didn't. I got up and stood in the hallway and finished my apple.
It was a good feeling.

Also, this video completely cracked me up and I feel the intense desire to share it with the world. Apparently, Cookie Monster is behind all of this 'om nom nom' business.


Love always,
Clara

11.10.2009

Real live CNN headline

I really need to share this-
"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”

You know Clara's writing a novel when her two main characters bond over existentialism, teenage girls are really inarticulate, and everyone is completely okay with calling their double negatives litotes.

Love always,
Clara

11.09.2009

Whoa! I had not blogged for way too long!

Today was a terrible airport day. I tend to get weird in airports, which makes mom want to try to shut me up, which makes me frustrated, and when I'm really tired this frustration translates into even more weirdness.

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

Live from the homestead, it's Wedding Watch. Welcome to a fantastical weekend where random family members can sneak up on you during breakfast!

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!

Today was my last day at Potomac for the next six months. Is that completely mindblowing or completely mindblowing?
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

David: Snuggies had a fashion show at New York fashion week because now there are snuggies for cats and dogs.
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!

National Novel Writing Month is upon us.
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