Secret of the tuesday before thanksgiving

Although I am a vegetarian, I make exceptions.

I intend to eat one bite of turkey at each thanksgiving dinner I attend this week.

Love always,
Clara

School is crazy

I'm sitting in the crossroads losing wiki-wars. But only because Sam has evil wiki-voodoo that makes him win.

I had two normal classes, three tests in a row, and then lunch/chorus/free period. A weird blocky combination.

School is crazy.

So is the next comment:

 

I LOVE TOFU

says the highlighter.

But she's lying. the highlighter doesn't know anything about tofu. the highlighter, however, knows that vegetarians love tofu. Highlighters love the confederacy, for lack of a better word.

Love always,
Clara

Secrets Secrets

Secret of the day:

I was speeding on the way home. It took me 25 minutes. I didn't regret it.

Love always,
Clara

Erzulie, and thanksgiving

I am the love goddess.

Fitting, right? Considering how I'm so undyingly optimistic (or is naive the word? I can never tell)...

Well, regardless, Mr. B cast the musical (before you get any ideas as to what else that might mean), and I am so excited.

This year might be among the best ever. Better than Oliver. Possibly better than By Jeeves (although By Jeeves will be hard to top). Just generally amazing all around.

I have two tests and a quiz tomorrow. Tests in math and chemistry, quiz (which truthfully will be more like a test anyways) in APUSH (the cool abbrev for AP US History).

I have not been writing as much as I should be. This saddens me, but gives me less incentive to keep going. But no, I will persevere. I will sit down and write.

You know what sucks a lot? Being a vegetarian avoiding carbohydrates on thanksgiving. Turkey? Just one bite, for the spirit of the thing. Mashed potatoes? Stuffing? Hell no. I am limited to like, green beans. And salad, only if I'm lucky.

Love always,
Clara

A quote from the old blog

"I had something to say yesterday, but I don't remember what.

ah, toasted butt. there's something."

Felt the need to share.

Love always,
Clara

Secret of the day

Yes, this will be a daily feature.

And the secret of the day for thursday, although I didn't have an opportunity to post it, was:

Cath hid Will's jacket.

Friday and Saturday didn't have any obvious secrets that I can think to post, because I wasn't paying attention.

Secret of sunday:

I actually miss Model Congress.

Love always,
Clara

Motion to explain absence

Point of information: Where have I been?

I'll defer that to the author.

Model Congress 08 baby. Amazing. I loved it with the burning passion that tends to overtake me when I get to fight about something political for three days straight. My bill failed (that auto-industry bailout thing killed me), but it was way close. And I talked a lot, which was fun, and amended bills A LOT, which I personally love doing.

I was in full senate with Paul and Will (whose names I'm not sure they want on the internet because usually I ask, so feel free to forget those names), which was one hell of a dynamic. We were an army.

Fall concert was friday night. Madrigals was... eh. Chorus was... better. All those crazy a capella groups were amazing, and so congrats to any of you guys reading this. You rock :)

After that the Model Congress/Concert people went to get pizza in the city (yes, at like, 10 pm) and I swear I have not laughed that hard in a year. I was slightly slap happy, and we did the raucous teenager thing, but way classier because we are very classy people, we model congress/concert kids.

The Congressional Ball (aka wild slutfest) was... as it is. Fun but in the end a little disturbing. You know how that goes, yes? Not so much my scene.

And now I should be studying for one of the four test/quizzes I have in the next two days, but I felt compelled to blog.

Love always,
Clara

Sitting in latin

On tuesday, I was walking to my car and felt compelled to write a short poem.

Giant glowing yellow tree,

what have you to say to me?

Will you blow away in the breeze,

or whisper with your shimmering leaves?

Love always,
Clara

tired.

College night=yesterday

Headache=now

Model Congress=tomorrow

Homework=ubiquitous, goddamn it.

That's my life right now.

PMC 2008 will be the sickest thing ever. But I better not get sick or I will actually kill someone. Possibly myself. Or whoever happens to be standing near me when I SNAP.

Secret of the day: I haven't read Sense and Sensibility. But Ms. K thinks I have.

Love always,
Clara

Snow! And conversations relating to my mom

It snowed today. It wasn't hardcore snow, but it was enough to be exciting and make me really happy. I love the snow so much.

Real conversation with my mom:

Mom: So dad's having a lot of fun at **newboringworkplace**

Me: oh yeah, that sounds like a blast

Mom: Shizizzle.

Me: wait, what?

Mom: Or, you know, whatever those rapsters say.

Me: Rapsters? Shizizzle? (dies quietly inside)

Real conversation about my mom:

Everyone on earth: Your mom looks like Hillary Clinton

Me: I know. I live with her.

Real conversation between my mom and someone else:

Mom: *orders dessert*

Waitress: Oh, we don't have that, but we have chocolate chip cookies.

Mom: Oh... do you have oatmeal raisin?

Waitress: (confused)... Would you like raisins on the side?

So this probably means I've been hanging out too much with my mom.

Love always,
Clara

Alone. At school. Again.

Real conversation between myself and an elevator just now:

me: *sleeping*

elevator: hello i am going to open and close because I am both haunted and obnoxious

me: Oh, come on elevator, really?

Talking to isabella now. We're talking about traffic.

I was able to speed this morning. I blasted the new James Bond theme song (Another way to Die-Jack White and Alicia Keyes). It was great.

Apologies for not posting yesterday. I was otherwise occupied with musical auditions, which were way fun. Mr. B. and Mr. R. together make a brilliant combination of artsy-theatrical-fun. I love it.

I'm also laughing about a particular conversation I had last night about that one time I was a breakfast pastry, and what constitutes pedophilia.

Love always,
Clara

Ohh dear

Life is fun,

and then it gets crazy,

and then everyone around you loses their mind,

which reminds you that your mind's been gone for quite a while now.

And suddenly you're Elinor freaking Dashwood.

I'm in a mood. My apologies.

I should go to bed, or write, or stop thinking so hard.

That's it. I need to think just a little less.

Thinking got me into this mess. Although I know others whose messes are due to non-thinking. I would suppose there's a necessary balance.

But what's the fun of that?

Note to self: burn the old blog. it makes you unhappy.

Love always,
Clara

this is my procrastination

I have an english essay and Chem lab due tomorrow.

Haven't started doing homework.

I opened microsoft word to start the lab, but got distracted by my novel and instead wrote three hundred words about Georgia and her chem class and how she didn't feel like doing her chem lab. Just now she's started hers, and I'm still here.

I read about people procrastinating from writing their novels in NaNoWriMo. Writing is my procrastination.

There's a forum called "NaNoWriMo ate my soul" mostly occupied by people dreadfully behind schedule or otherwise unmotivated. NaNoWriMo didn't eat my soul, it's eating my life. I'll let the rest of it slip if I can live a little while longer in my fictional world.

I love fiction.

Oh, yesterday I decided I was going to make documentaries for a living. It's going to be fun. I look forward to my future now. I'm looking at colleges now with film studies majors. Wouldn't that be so awesome? I mean, you know I make videos (click the videos tag on your right). And right now they suck but if I worked at it I could make good ones.

I found my hooker boots yesterday too. So if filmmaker doesn't work out, I can be a hooker.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND PROPOSED. THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED. FOR REAL.

I am so beyond excited it is INSANE.

in the library

It's a friday afternoon. And I'm sitting in the library. This place sucks out my  soul. But it's also something of a wonderful hiding place, you know? I can do basically whatever I want on the lovely laptop and people will assume I'm 

a) doing work

b) writing. 

And usually they're right. but 

a) IT'S FRIDAY AFTERNOON 

b) I GOT TO 50,000 WORDS TODAY in the great american novel, or the crappily fantastic string of words that has reached an epic length. either or. 

So I'm not inclined to do either. And I'm blogging instead.

I am under the impression that terrible, terrible things (previously referred to as 'unthinkable' although thinking has been taking place indeed) are happening at this moment. I most sincerely hope not, although it is really quite ironic, all of it, and I don't know why I'm even typing this because I genuinely hope only a small handful of people will know what I'm talking about.

I'm seeing James Bond tonight. Hot, although I heard a very unofficial rumor today that Daniel Craig plays for the other team. A shame. But a small victory for the men that way inclined.

This kid made a snake game on his calculator. If calculators can ever be super cool, it is definitely super cool.

if not, it's incredibly dorky (with only slight undertones of coolness).

Maybe I think it's cool because I'm a dork. That is very possible.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. everyone around me has lollypops. where are they getting these?

Laying the smack down

You know those days when you have too much stuff to do and you end up wasting most of that time during which you should be doing things stressing out about the stuff you have to do, and then taking it out on the people around you and eating chocolates left over from halloween?

Yeah.

I told my mom today that she had too much fun, and that I didn't have nearly enough fun, and she was fifty one and I am sixteen, so that is incredibly backwards. I should be having insane amounts of fun at this stage of my life. She should be doing dishes and looking at me and sighing and saying "oh, how wonderful it is to be a teenager in the 21st century!"

But alas.

No, she goes off to fundraisers and whatnot and I sit at home fuming about 

a) the fact that she's off having fun

b) the fact that I have a latin test tomorrow

c) the fact that school in general kind of sucks the life out of me.

It shouldn't be doing that, anyways.

Sometimes it is way fun. Then they assign work. And it becomes way less fun.

But I still watched The Office tonight, and realized that Keira and Connor in my novel have a relationship similar to Jim and Pam in that the girl is kind of joking around all the time and the boy is totally smitten.

They make me smile. I want one.

I realized that: I'm one of those girls who really likes having a boyfriend. So hey you, Jim/Connor/whatever equivalent, you need to show up here pretty soon because I am bordering on legitimate unhappiness, and that just won't do.

Love always,
Clara

What a peculiar day

I have a prediction:

in the next couple days, I will get a headache.

I'm retarded today. And I'm talking really loud, and I feel little twinges of this future headache. It's allergy season. 

I want the damn thing to just come already, so I can take an advil and be done with it. But no, the headache monster likes to turn me into a (loud) babbling idiot before it does its real damage.

One might say that the idiocy is the real problem.

Who can tell?

Today, sam fell asleep in physics. it was really funny. And for the purpose of keeping him asleep, we were probably the quietest we've been in that class all year.

And today I realized I can't remember the second line of Elgar's "As Torrents in Summer"

I know this bit "As torrents in summer *something something* in their channels suddenly rise, suddenly rise" etc. but it's the *something something* part that's killing me.

Why do I care so much about this song? I mean, really? It's a song we sang at the end of the year in chorus, and I liked it a lot and its pleasant hopeful message, and yeah occasionally I sing it to myself in the shower, but I'm really quite annoyed that I don't know this line.

It's a disconnect I guess. Disconnected from last spring.

Although I'm not sure I want to be connected to last spring.

Well, I am a person who lives without regrets, and therefore I would like to hold on to all parts of my life, including that one, which I suppose is why it distresses me that I can't remember this line.

Today was funny, probably because the damn allergens floating around are like drugs for me, so I'm basically walking around high on leaf mold.

Great.

Love always,
Clara

"get under the covers, i'm going to tell you about newton"

Today my physics teacher was joking about how he could teach physics to his son (who's in kindergarden) in the form of bedtime stories. I thought it was all hilarious but vaguely familiar.

Then I realized he was describing my childhood.

My dad isn't a physics teacher. He's just... like that.

But to be honest, I did retain a lot of it.

I intend to do the same thing to my kids. Tell them all kinds of interesting things about chemistry and biology and physics, and algebra and triangles and maybe i'll work in some american history. Give them a full high school education before the age of 6.

I'm going to go write/watch house.

Love always,
Clara

"The Unthinkable Happened"

hahaha overstatement of the century.

It's a LG15 reference, if you know what i mean. Which you might, if you're one of those people.

But something interesting happened today, which I will not go into.

And this thing had put me in a weirder mood than I would have probably anticipated, had someone asked me hypothetically yesterday. 

This is a mood that makes me talk a lot. Which is probably bad for the rest of the world around me, but just great for the novel

(which is coming along marvelously, considering i broke 40K yesterday)

I'm on the phone now and Daphna and I are talking about anteaters and reverse psychology and the general angst that is being a teenage girl.

Grr. Silliness. There is such a tangled web of spiders and you just need to be an anteater. 

*eats some ants*

I haven't started my homework OR my writing for the night. this is a sad, sad thing.

Love always,
Clara

i need to figure out my plot

and soon.
I had had so much planned out, the beginning, bits of the middle, and the end. there was just a big chunk in the middle that went "AND A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENS".

i'm at that part.

A lot of stuff is supposed to be happening right now.

And I can't think of any stuff or how the timing will work or anything. I'm thinking i'm just going to fast forward and skip this bit, and go back to it in a flashback once I figure out what the hell happened.

Sounds like a plan?

(And for those completely confused, I'm referring to my novel)

Love always,
Clara

Writing is fun

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Love always,
Clara