Contrariwise: Flashback

Lindsay's first blog, containing entries from August 2002 through July 2006.



Friday, May 09, 2003

 
Hmm. Mark, I'm really not quite sure how to take your guestbook signature: a) getting that awful feeling of having jumped to conclusions and later realizing what actually happened, b) thinking that I wanted you to have it anyway, or c) noticing that veiled insult at the end. I'm not slow; I'm meticulous.

Random blog-hopping comment: You know how Blog*Spot has those banner ads at the top of the pages? I opened up Megan's blog, and there was a Google ad for an AP review site. How ironic is that?

Ooh -- Friday Five time again!
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not? Oh, definitely! I'm also a pack rat. I keep just about everything, especially for school, all neatly stacked/filed/binder-ed in reverse chronological order. If it was distributed, I probably have it. I do clean every once in a while -- but it just gets shifted to folders in my files until end-of-the-year cleaning.

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly? No. I've tried before, and it never worked out. The closest thing is my assignment book/agenda for school.

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now? Yep. I have my pens in a vase (though most of them don't work, they make good bookmarks in a pinch), and scrap paper and flyers from school stacked on top of my AP Physics book.

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter? CDs, yes (alphabetically by artist, then chronologically by release date). Books, no. I have too many to worry about it. I just keep the series lined up in order, and put the rest wherever they'll fit. I can always find the one I want.

5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize? Probably my closet. I have so many clothes that I don't wear, but I can never seem to give them away. Either my mom wants to save them for Courtney, or I might want to wear them sometime, or I just don't feel like organizing. Lazy, I know, but it's the truth.

School was disturbingly empty today. I know the AP US History test was today, but I didn't think that many people were taking it. Though Dr. J reminded me that prom is tomorrow, so a lot of the senior girls were out prepping for it. That could be us next year. Wow. That's a weird thought.

We're doing poetry now in AP English, since the test is over. The AP Lit exam (which some of us will be taking next year) has poetry on it, so I think she's covertly prepping us for that. We read The Chambered Nautilus and Thanatopsis, which are both excellent -- once Mrs. Anderson talked us through the explanation, that is. Today we had to write a poetic description (or poem) of something in nature that we could compare to a part of human existence. I know Mrs. Anderson has triteness, and I want to be more original anyway, so I wrote about morning glories and how they open up and savor the sun, then close up at night to await the next day. I think it turned out well, considering I only worked on it for about twenty minutes, and I haven't written poetry in forever. I hate writing in rhyme -- black verse rocks.

I finished reading another good book yesterday: Multiple Choice, by Janet Tashjian. (She wrote the novel that became the Disney Channel Original Movie Tru Confessions.) I'd seen it on display at the library many times, but I only decided to get it on my last trip. It was great. It's written in present tense, which I don't think I've ever seen before, but it adds depth to the story. I really felt like I was living it, you know? It's about Monica Devon, an eighth-grader with obsessive-compulsive habits (like someone we know...) and a gift for anagrams. Her life revolves around set patterns and habits, but Monica hates that, so she creates a game of chance, Multiple Choice. She makes a list of four options for each choice: something she'd normally do, something that's just stupid, something that's really mean, and something that is totally charitable and selfless. Once she makes the choice, there's no backing out. And that's what leads Monica to make some huge mistakes.

I've been picking good books lately. Sometimes, I start reading a book that I just can't finish, but that hasn't happened for a long time. The last one was Both Sides of Time, by Caroline B. Cooney. I love most of her other books (The Face on the Milk Carton quartet, Twenty Pageants Later, Emergency Room), but that one just lost me. It's a historical romance, which I never read. I guess now I know why.

I was on a roll playing Bookworm (from Yahoo! Games) in Lifsey's class today. I had, like, 30,000 points. And I discovered some odd new words. The flaming letters always threaten to end my game, but only the bell has stopped me so far. Yay for fast connections.

I submitted my ACT registration last night. Online applicants get an extension to Monday (I think), but I just wanted to get it out of the way. Plus, I was talking to Greg on the phone as I did it, so the time went quickly. I was late to bed after ER, though. May sweeps = an awesome viewing experience. I missed the very beginning, though, so I may have to hop over to EpGuides to see what was up with that episode.

Dr. J decided to have his super-huge-double-weighted test on Tuesday. Oh. My. God. He knows half of us don't understand what we're doing, myself included. And it's a copy of an old AP Physics B exam, so it's innately difficult. I am going to die.

Piano was cool. The kittens didn't want to come out at first, but then they showed up. They're so fluffy and adorable; I'm a sucker for baby animals. I practiced very little this week, but I don't have much new material. And my teacher claims only about five of her thirty students ever practice, so I felt better.

Still no clue about what to do this summer. It's fast approaching, so I have to figure something out soon. Grr. Oh, the stress. Oh, the endless number of times when I wonder why. Off now to read and possibly do some webpage-tweaking before bed.


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