It's so good to be online again. I couldn't get on Friday 'cause I went to bed early, and I didn't have time yesterday. Friday was unbelievably hot. I mean, seriously. I was
so glad I didn't have any makeup laps for gym. On the down side, I've got another sock tan. Bleh.
Yesterday was the ACT. I had mixed feelings about it. I read this book I got from the library, but it wasn't really helpful. I did badly on those practice tests. So, on Friday during downtime in school, I did the official ACT practice test. I scored much better on that, but I only timed myself on the math section, so I didn't get a clear idea of what to expect.
So, yesterday morning, I got up agonizingly early to go take the test at Largo. There were far less people testing there. I saw Iyen, Jennifer, Gonzo, and this guy I knew back at Flowers. The test itself was okay, I guess. I don't feel good at all about the math or science sections. Maybe I'm just in a bad standardized testing cycle (see last week's dismal SAT). But I'm done for at least three months. Just waiting for scores now: SAT in two weeks or so, ACT in three, AP mid-July. Sigh. And application time will only be
more stressful.
As a wonderful relief from the torture of testing, I went to the movies with Greg last night. We've seen pretty much everything good that's out right now, so we went out to Hoffman to see
Bend It Like Beckham. Greg got "turned around" about six times. (He insists we weren't lost. Mm-hmm....) We missed our intended showtime, so we went into Ruby Tuesday's to wait. Our waiter was really nice. Very attentive -- almost too much, but not quite. After we ate, we just sat around until the earlier showing let out. The movie was pretty good. I liked the music; it reminded me a lot of when I lived in Germany. That is a
nice theater. I wanna go back now. :o) Greg's mom led him part of the way back, so I got home at a decent time and went to bed. I was tired! A three-hour test, and Greg.
I nearly forgot this morning that it's Father's Day. I got my dad's present weeks ago, so it's just been sitting on my closet shelf waiting to be presented. I think he likes it:
8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, by W. Bruce Cameron. He appreciates humor (I got him
The Ferengi Rules of Acquisition one year), so I think he'll like reading it. Greg thinks I'm trying to hurt him. I am not. And he never honks for me, anyway. He knocks on my window. =)
Oh my gosh. In
this article from an Australian newspaper, the writer asserts that Harry's (lack of) sexuality is the big question for future books. I mean, yeah, it is odd that Harry never thought of girls like that until he was
fourteen, but that doesn't make him gay! Sure, I want to see Ron and Hermione hook up. But part of what makes Harry such a good archetypal Hero is that he
isn't distracted by girls. (::thinks:: Did he fall off his broomstick from paying attention to Cho instead of the Bludger? I can't remember.... But you know what I mean.) All Potterites should go read it. (I am personally against the term
Potterphile because of its obvious reference to
pedophile.) An excerpt:
Harry is forever polishing his large wand, his Nimbus 2000 broomstick and later, his precious international standard Firebolt.
He enjoys the freedom his various broomsticks offer him, a temporary escape from the boundaries imposed by Hogwarts and social mores, as well as the accolades from playing an exceptionally fine game of Quidditch.
While there are no trouser snakes, slithering reptiles -- and Harry's ability to communicate with them in parseltongue [sic] -- are foregrounded.
With Harry a staunch and loyal member of the Hogwart's [sic] house, Griffyndor [sic], it is easy to overlook the fact the Sorting Hat once considered Harry a suitable candidate for the rather camp Slytherin mob.
More subtle phallic references abound -- appropriate in novels which, by their very readership, have to sublimate overt sexual allusions.
Cauldrons, wands, broomsticks and peculiarly shaped plants and creatures that exude pus, poisonous sprays and all sorts of fluids appear frequently.
Dear Lord. We Potterites are an odd bunch. That last bit reminds me of
The Slytherin Kama Sutra. :o) Also, less than one week! ::screams madly:: ::realizes she is screaming, stops:: ::remembers why she was screaming in the first place, resumes screaming and doing a happy dance::
