nathalia

I graduate on Saturday. Orals are done. Yay. i sucked but meh, at least I'm done.

Ascension Break. And because it's my last Ascension break ever, I actually took the time to figure out why I have it. Jesus leaves Earth, probably for Heaven, where he'll wait to kick ass. no, that's not my formulation. Last school break ever. And I have no idea what I'll be doing. Nothing new there.

J has a 3.8 in math. I guess I'm kinda relieved. It's a real improvement from the 5.5 in the last one, so I guess I'm happy. I wrote something wrong in my English essay on Monday and I had nightmares about it. And then I had a weird nightmare about Lost that I don't think I should get into. I dreamt that I had seen the next episode and that they somehow realized they had to get rid of Juliet and Sawyer drowns her and then things are supposed to go back to normal but instead whenever Walt (who is in a wheel chair, as I said, it's weird to say the least) enters an elevator, he pops up somewhere else instead, so things aren't really so much better. don't ask how things were before that but that seems to have been a great improvement. I remember dreaming that and feeling like I was watching it, thinking, "Wow, that's kinda cool. I never saw that coming." I hope it stays that way.

We have a new blender called Alaska. Inside joke between my sister and me. I've taken him on a test ride last night which led to lots of laughter from my sister. Yeah, my brain is sorta fried these days.

My sister has this history teacher who I nicknamed the nazi at the beginning of the year because of her fucked up concepts on how things should be done. She has all these rules that make no sense at all and is all about uniformity and shit and you can do that with 5th graders but not 10th graders. They are past the age where you check to see if they have all their papers sorted correctly. It's their business. If like me they haven't learned to do that, then it's not the teacher's responsability to check on it. And if their notes on the classes are not complete, then they are the ones who are screwed when they study for a test. And even if she feels like she needs to do it, I think that rules like "you're only allowed to write on checkered paper with the squares being this and this size and with borders of 1.5 inches on each side". THere is no such paper. She hasn't relented to it even after years and years of complaints. and they are only allowed to write with pencil in class and have to copy it in blue -- not black -- ink (fountain pen) at home. THat's why I call her the nazi. and becasue I can never remember her name.

About two months ago, my sister started doing the third reich in class and the nazi consistently calls hitler "herr hitler" (mr. hitler for you). You don't call Hitler "herr hitler". EVER. You don't call him anything but Hitler. Herr Hitler is what the nazis used to call him. When my sister told me about this, I thought it was wrong and weird but you can't accuse someone of being a nazi, even if she apparently does play favorites and doesn't seem to like the non-german kids too much. Today, she topped it all. They have some paper they need to write and my sister went to check with her if the deadline was really April 20. Her answer, "yes, the deadline is on the Führer's birthday." What the fuck?! You don't say that. Even less than you call him Herr Hitler. The Führer is so much worse... And referrig to his birthday. Ok, I know when his birthday is, it's normal to know but not to say it like that. Seriously.

I'm sad today.

Starting the day with a fever and therefore staying at home because of the oral exam later today. And I have no idea what that's gonna be about because I zoned out after the first sentence was "Your oral exam is going to start with a threeway." That's not a way to start a rundown of events if you want me to keep paying attention beyond that! So that's the only thing I know about the exam and I love that that's the only thing I know about it. It draws giggles from people when I say it.

Beyond that, I'm sad because I won't be able to talk to C. that much now because he can't use MSN at work anymore which is really heart-breaking. Yeah ... I know I'm crazy. No need to tell me about it. It might be better as it won't keep me from studying but at the same time, I'll really be bored a lot. And switching over to email isn't really easy since I don't really know how to start a conversation like that over email anymore. Don't tell me that's pathetic. I'm aware of that.

I'll miss him.

I've been frantically waiting for an email I know I won't receive today for at least one minute now. I need that email. I need, need, need it. And I don't want to wait. And I could have been waiting a lot longer and made the chances of getting it so much higher by actually checking my mail more often instead of talking about Watchmen.

I need that email. No, I'm not overreacting at all. I jsut need it. If I don't get it, my ego might die. and I don't want that. I want that email. now.

I just read issue #7 of Final Crisis. I have no fucking idea what happened. I need CGS to record an episode where Murd explains what the hell happened. I mean, that's not the point of comics, right? Grrr ... Those drugs aren't working too well for Grant Morrison.

I'm really annoyed by my flu and I feel like cuddling but as usual don't have anyone to cuddle with. All I get these days is virtual cuddling which is better than nothing.

Math is driving me about as crazy as Final Crisis.

I've been working on my Spanish report. i've covered Pinochet's backstory until 08/23/1973 and I'm doing Allende's politics in 1970 to 1973 right now to catch up to the point where his and Pinochet's lives really collide. But because I wanted to do something else and talk a bit and whatever, maybe I just like to listen to my voice, I took my notes and talked them through while recording it. I go into tangents every once in a while which of course I won't do when I'm doing the report but this was mostly so I could hear everything out loud in my own words to see if I understood what was going on and stuff. I've talked for forty minutes ... Yes, I got hung up on Lucia's name a few times and talked a bit about Prats and in the end it will be a lot shorter because I will trim it down a lot and not go on a tangent about having been in the building that houses El Mercurio and other fun stuff like I did this time but it's impressive that I can just sit on my bed and talk for forty minutes straight knowing nobody is listening. And I recorded it all. Why? No idea. I think I feel pretty lame just sitting on my bed talking to myself and of course sitting on my bed with a mic is a lot better because this way it feels as if I've actually produced something. I listened to a podcast the other day where they were talking about the sense of accomplishment artists get compared to writers because artists have something they can show around when asked what they did and people can look at it and say they like it, with writers it's a lot harder because ... it is. And so I felt like I wouldn't be wasting so much of my time if I actually recorded that thing even though I know exactly that i won't ever listen to it again. Or maybe I will at some point and then I'll feel like posting one or two clips for V's enjoyment because she's probably the only one who will really understand what the heck I'm talking about.

I have uploaded the OLMV report to esnips and am considering posting it here to showcase my exaggeratedly empassioned opinion about The Second Hut and Silly's very naturally-sounding supposed opinion about Good Advice Is Rarer Than Rubies, an opinion she aquired when she read the script because I seriously doubt that she would have been able to extract that stuff from the story by herself which doesn't mean I don't love Silly, I just don't think literature is her strong suit just like I don't think feigning enthusiasm is her forte. Or writing more or less natural dialogue or coming up with original concepts to distinguish our recording from others. Or respecting punctuation. nah, I love her.

Kyle's story is getting out of control. I have written about 2k and not much has really happened with the exception of him showcasing his social awkwardness and geekiness but a plot will follow and an unexpected character has sneaked into the novel: Rob Liefeld, artist extraordinaire! Anna, Kyle's voice of reason, loves Rob Liefeld just like I love Rob Liefeld. he's just so bad that it's good. Yesterday I spent way too much time reading articles about Liefeld and laughing really, really hard at his art. One of my problems with art is that i don't seem able to really appreciate it. I can see if something is good or bad but I have to pay close attention to some of the stuff to notice just how fucked up Rob's art is and those articles really help and now I feel like reading Youngblood. There are several Liefeld drinking games but playing them is suicide. There was something in one article that I enjoyed a lot:

A fun Liefeld drinking game: take a shot for every pouch he draws on a character.  Oh great, now you have alcohol poisoning.

So yeah, Rob is in my novel now:

Anna has a sick fascination with Rob Liefeld, a phenomenon from the 90ies who made it big despite – or maybe because – his apparent inability to understand human anatomy or draw feet, his habit to add pouches upon pouches to  everything and his love for big guns – REALLY BIG GUNS. Nobody can really explain why Rob Liefeld was so popular in the 90ies, he just was and it’s more than slightly embarrassing for the medium as a whole but Anna insists on it being so bad that it’s good again.

And I don't plan to make the novel a Rob Liefeld bash-fest, he just came up. Maybe I should start working on adding a plot to the story now though. Later, when I've done more Spanish that is. But I want to throw Jun Bob Kim's name in there somewhere becuase I don't want to wait till November till I finally get to write about him. Maybe Kyle can walk into the shop when two customers are praising some Kev/Jun Bob colaboration. for universe-building purposes although I already managed to insert Maya into the story (Anna’s roommate sometimes helps out on busy weekends). the timeline is of course totally fucked up but that's how it's always been in my universe. So what if this is supposed to happen about 16 years after Letting Go and for some reason in Letting Go the same world-wide events are happening as in this story? It doesn't matter. Besides I can change Anna's roommate and just have it happen at the same time as Finding Me / Letting Go and have Janna come into the store or have Matt Hoover do a signing for some reason. Yub, that probably fits better. And in Letting Go I can mention Janna being friends with Anna or have her have a cameo without even mentioning her other connections. I love talking to myself about my timeline on my lj because this way I can spot problems better because I can't just say, "nobody will notice" and stop thinking about it.

back to work.

Knowing way too many details about the American electoral system sure pays off. And so does being able to memorize trivial details like the fact that the only two presidents who weren't elected like the others were Thomas Jefferson and John Quincy Adams in 1800 and 1824 respectively. Or that the only president to have been elected more than twice is Harry Truman. I can list more trivia I know, some of which I included in my exam,others that didn't fit in because I didn't have the time to include everything.

In other words, 15 fucking points, bitches! I get a really great satisfaction from such things. Becuase I alctually invested more time than usual in studying which means I tried to figure out the electoral college but nobody, not even Americans, seemed really able to. And this is why I'm awesome.