The Messed-Up Files of Ms. Myal J. Potter

Erm. What has happened on my lj? You peeps are weird.

Yeah, actually, that's all.

But do reply and tell me how you are. What you're up to.

I may just (cough, cough) reciprocate?

I am angry. This post shall reflect the fact. I am also so far left that I touch socialism, and (if you didn't already know) I hated President Bush. This post will also reflect those facts. As such, I shall ask my Republican/Conservative friends to proceed with caution. I love you all, darlings, but I don't want to hurt you. And this post might.

( Congratulations, America )

Okay, so.

I know I've been bad (terribly, terribly bad) and not posted anything yet, and it would be cruel to insinuate that I'm going to give you guys a substantial post now. Maybe later.

However. I'm sure that all of you are quite aware of the day. Last time I checked (two seconds ago), it was 102 to 77. And...oh my. My, my, and my.

All I can do is pray. (I hope you appreciate the irony in that).

I'm praying for the end of a regime. I'm praying for acceptance, and equality. I'm praying for humility, modesty, and sensibility. I'm praying for the hundreds that have died. (And for the many that will.)Praying for the environment, the economy, for education and health. I'm praying for myself, and for my peers. For our children. Our grandchildren.

I'm praying for the future.

Dudes.

I have finally gotten ahold of them Sewickley people. And they have told me the classes I am in.

I have been waiting for this.

Forever.

( You know you want to click. )

So, I've been packing, yeah? (Which is, by the way, not supposed to happen. When my dad called the movers, he said that we weren't supposed to lift even a finger (i.e. they pack). I'm lifting whole hands, yo.) But it's beneficial, except for that it takes away from study time.

But you will not believe the things I have found. Now, let's test those memories. Ishmael, anyone? A (colored!) map of the Civil War, perhaps. Or a POW? (Sosenke, man.) Old editions of the PT Teen...and Isa? Leigh? Cindy? Do guys remember the first peice we played for ISSMA? (Or the second? Maybe the third?) Yeah. I found those too.

Then again, that is ancient history. I found a plethora of items that were more interesting, certainly. Like a pink heart with "Thank you for Napoleon." Old biology "notes". Erm....old English "notes". Random things scribbled on a paper pertaining to a story that was never written. Literally, hundereds of photos/newspaper clippings/magazine articals/printouts of Harry Potter/Daniel Radcliffe.

And. You guys will not believe this, but I found an old, old debate scoresheet. From the time that Caitlin and I still played Novice (not so long ago, but still.) Just guess who the judge was.

Steven Rhodes.

And as I read the thing, I couldn't help but feel...invigorated. He mentioned on the sheet that I "trapped the oppostion quite effectively". And I remember that. I remember my barrage of questions and the girl(she was blonde, btw) becoming flustered then red then stammering and then---silence. Remember that, Caitlin?

Good times.

...

Good times. XD

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So, you hooligans. I'm back. <insert appropriate apologies/excuses/rants, etc.> And what's up? I noticed that my last update was in May...sort of scary, yo. Have been neglecting the poor w00blet that is this journal.

Went to Europe for a couple of weeks, was interesting. The number of people worth spending time with on the trip is one I could count on one hand. Scratch that. One (pushing it, two) fingers. God, they were terrible. The whole lot of them, basically, were either lust-crazed or attention-depraved. Watching them fawn and fight over each other, when not painful, was vomit-inducing. And the chaperones were worse. I couldn't push away the nagging feeling that if I somehow fell off of one of the hundreds of mountains we trampled or got lost in the foreign cities that they simply wouldn't care. Or, for that matter, notice.

But Europe. It was friggin amazing, yo. I've come to the conclusion that I am spending a year or two overseas to study (parents wouldn't hear of my leaving the country to study. us of a has the best universities and all that jazz).

But now I'm back, and my days are filled with math. And math. And, whaddya know, MATH!!! It's driving me out of my freaking mind. But I'm okay. Good cause and everything, ne?

Had a wibbly moment today. I finally got to reading all of your lj posts, and...god. You've all got your scedules and complaints already. And, well. It's been a couple of months since anything from PT graced my mailbox, but it's been full of Sewickley and Sewickley and Sewickley and....reading all of your course scedules, it hit me.

I didn't get a schedule from Park Tudor this year.

I'm not going to stall Kiv's class anymore, not going to have mini political rants in Bio anymore, not going to pass notes in Spanish anymore, not going to make fun of anyone (no, not even the teacher) in English anymore. Not going to have breaded chicken sandwiches or go(sprint?) to my locker in the 15 minutes before Geo to finish up the homework. Not going to visit Mrs. Staubach. Not going to watch Mr. Behr roll his eyes at my political tendencies and how they get in the way of debate. Not going to damn myself for not changing the piece of paper that jams my locker after its all trampled and done and my having the locker locker smugly locked and forgetting the combo. I'm not going to see you guys anymore, I'm not going to anything in Park Tudor anymore, because I'm not going there anymore.

So, yeah. I saw the scedules and wibbled. Am such a weakling.

God.

Damn.

Something rather interesting...

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LANZA IS EVIL

Right now, I think I hate her. She pokes me and slaps me and makes ridiculous suggestions/comments/threats. Bleh.

Ok, so I don't hate her. But Lanza, please. Just...stop, ok?

Well, I should put substance into this mail, ne? I want to cut English. And geometry, and orchestra, and French and Spanish. Especially Spanish. In bio, tho, I occasionally learn something and Kivvie's just funny. (Finger, anyone?)

Errr....my house went on the market this monday and we had our first showing yesterday. They liked the house, but not the kitchen. I want them to just buy the bloody thing so it doesn't feel like I'm living in a museum anymore. I'm not a caretaker, dammit.

I watched Full Metal Panic! last night. It was really the comedic romantic touchy-feely type deal. It was okay, but I thought there would be more of other stuff, ne? Ah, well. If any of you want to see it, though, tell me. I've rented the DVDs from Netflix but I'm sure that you could borrow.

Lanza's not evil anymore. She's just God. Note to self: take Dante's Inferno quiz.

Sigh. I'm going to miss you guys. You'll come and visit me, won't you? Sigh.

And, finally, since I probably cannot make it through a post without mentioning Harry, he is *wonderful* (or it seems like he will be) in the movie. I found a cute clip online yesterday and was watching it over and over and over. Ah. And Rupert Grint's voice has changed, but he still cannot *do* anything but look uncomfortable. Emma Watson's okay, I suppose, but the people they have on board for Sirius and Remus are horrid, I tell you. Horrid.

It's an interesting sensation, this. Dude. Did you know that in 34 minutes, it'll be 1:00? Hahahaha. Cowboy Bebop is coming on, but I probably don't have enough brain cells to watch it. No, seriously. I feel like zombie. Hear me roar? We had a three hour practice today, and it ended at 9:30, so I got home at 10:00. And then I had a whole pot full of tea. (A pot, haha. But I can't handle coffee very well. Weird, ne?) But I had to, see, because I had to be awake so I could study for Bio and do my silly Map ID's.

And now I feel weird. Woozie, delirious, sort of. I feel happy. I'm laughing incredibly hard right now, except it's for no reason at all. Which is strange. I think I'm only 1/4-awake. Because I was trying to study like, the life cycle of angiosperms and all I could think of was "spymnogerm". Whoa, man. (hahaha) Is spymnogerm a word? It's a fun word. I like that word. But it probably doesn't exist. Too bad, yo. Oh, and. I have found that at 12:20 in the morning, when I've been going to sleep at 2/3 'o clock practically every day for the past month and I have a pot of tea at 10:30, it results in me having ADD. I was upstairs, right? And was trying to read my Biology book. And then, it was like, the same sentence. overandoverandoverandoverand I was like, yo. I've forgotten how to read, or something. And then I laughed.

Black tea, lots of sugar. Maybe take the tea and pour it into the sugar bowl. Can wet the sugar with some caffeine, then eat it with a spoon. Sounds fun. Yummy, yum yum. Having fun, much?

Maybe the tea was spiked. Or drugged. I didn't make it, after all. So I couldn't know. Haha. WoOoOoOzie. Do I make sense right now? of course I do. Or maybe don't.

I'll probably be embarrassed about this entry tomorrow.

So I'll probably delete it.

haha.

Hello, all. So, tonnes of stuff to write about. So, so little time. (Actually, Alex has threatened to kick me if I don't update, and I like my shins unscarred, thankyouverymuch)

So, random stuff, ne?

Some woman's been hired to like, continue the Narnia series...how sucky is that? I mean, really. People don't know when to leave a good thing ALONE. Plus, I don't know if any of you have seen the Ella Enchanted movie, but I know that they've totally messed up the story line, which kind of sucks.

Bell just rang. Gotta go...more later, I guess.

P.S. Alex is God. I am Satan....and I expect to see you on my plantation soon.

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So it is fate.

Ahem.

So apparently, Cait and I share a brain. Kiv's exam today, ne? The essay's "take 5 figures from history and explain their contribution to history, why everything would be different w/o them, yadda yadda yadda...." (Not as bad as I thought it would be, but still too. bloody. long.) Anway, we can basically choose any 5 people we want. Out of the approximately 3000 years of western history we've covered. Think: hundreds and hundreds of people. And we choose the exact same ones. Scary, yo.

Of course, the same-brain theory is Cait's. I still hold to the claim that she sneaked peeks off my paper. ^_^

The exams? Not so bad, really. Totally didn't study for French except in the car on the way to school. Was the easiest thing I've ever done in my life. In the hour and fifteen minutes they made us stay in the room, I got done with the exam, checked it over twice, and then was asleep. Almost, anyway. Fun.

West Civ, slightly different story. Was a bit worried *cough* but got through it. I stayed in over 2 hours because they let me. I wrote a 14 pg. essay (7 pgs front/back of blue book). I checked over the objective portion *thrice*. And don't make fun of me. This thing is like, 1/3 of my grade. And I'm not even kidding. Wish I was...

Finally, I love Stevie Nicks. A lot. The whole feminism and "I'm a woman and I'm going to make it for myself, by meself' and all. Plus, she's got a gorgeous voice.

Thunder only happens when it's raining
players only love you when they're playing
Say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean you'll know...

Dude. First and foremost,

OMIGOD THE HARRY POTTER TRAILER IS OUT AND I SAW IT TEN TIMES TODAY AND I AM WATCHING IT AGAING AND DID YOU SEE THE HARRY/HERMIONE?!?!?!? FORESHADOWING!!!!

*phew* I so needed to say that. Actually, when I was coming home today, I talked to my sister on the cell and was telling her *all* about the trailer. (Which was, btw, magnificent.) I got really, really excited and then she asked me to hand the phone over to my mom. My mother spent most of the ride home trying to convince my sister that no, Jiya is not crazy and no, we don't need to give her medicine and that yes, she's a bit hysterical but NO that does not mean that we can pinch her. Take that, sis.

And. You know. I really don't suffer from insanity. *grin* I enjoy every minute.

So, now that that's over with, a ( meme. gacked off many brilliant individuals. )

Well, in other news, I am totally desiring Sims 2. It's like, not funny. They grow up! And there are lighting effects! That acutally work! And (this is the best of all). We can design our own Sims. I see a great line of Harry Potters coming my way. *sigh* Can't you imagine it? *double sigh* And he can marry Hermione! *swoons*

And my debate coach is after me, for some strange reason. I've never been the one who's picked on. I feel weird. Well, at least I'm not *fill in the blank*. The person that that is intended for will understand. Muahaha.

Oh, and. My new Pocket PC came in today. I'm *so* glad! The screen on the last one broke, and I was totally dying without it. Seriously.

I find this amusing to no end...

( Read more... )

But really, now. Keanu Reeves? Totally not my type. I like them with...you know...more than 100 IQ points. (Think: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. So-crates? Um. I don't think so.) At least it's long distance...

And I haven't started studying for Western Civ. Should I feel nervous? No, don't answer that. Was a stupid question.

I feel happy! (I think I'll go for a walk...)

So. I'm updating. Mostly for urb's benefit, but oh well. I didn't really get much done this weekend. Saw How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and Pirates of the Caribbean. Both were very, very good. And Johnny Depp is infinitely cool. (Totally loved the accent/leer.) Hmmm...am not really much of a Bloom fan, though. But! Keira Knightly totally looks like Hermione, so I tried to imagine Harry in place of Orly. It worked. I was muy squee!-ed. *sighs*

Have major WC test tomorrow. Totally didn't study. Actually, I really didn't do much homework at all. Felt particularly lethargic this weekend. Felt sorry for psycomare125 because she forgot her books and things. In my locker, no less. The irony, I tell you. Managed to help her out, though, so all was well.

Hmm. What to say, what to say. Am totally saddened by the fact that urb doth not have AIM anymore. Shall miss you, my friend. *Sniff*

Oh, and yes. I seem to be finding that a lot of my friends are getting a bit worried about finding boyfriends, etc. (And this does not mean you, Denise). I wish I could empathize, I really do, but alas. I am yet to be struck by Cupid. You guys. All of you are intelligent, pretty, charming girls. Who happen to be in the 9th grade. S'ok if you don't have a boyfriend. You have *time*. And me? If anybody suggested that I needed a boyfriend, I'd probably not-so-nicely laugh in their face. And tell them to go bother Caitlin or something. (And by the way, Caitlin. I have concluded that what you said over AIM to me the other day was not true. It totally cannot be. And don't even argue with me about it. I don't care about your "previous experience". You are wrong this time. Comprendes?) The only crushes that I've *ever* had (and actually these number in the teens) were...(drumroll, please)...litereary ones. The most notable one to date being, of course, Harry Potter. As I'm sure you all have already guessed. Yeah, I'm insane. And loving every minute.

Well, it looks like it's a good time to start studying for that western civ test tomor--I mean, today. Wow. I really need to get to sleep earlier. Cya! ^_~

Am typing this from home. Here are the things that I *should* be doing instead:

*Convincing my parents that I should go the PT Challenge tonight. (They've actually made plans for us to go out for dinner. It's supposed to be a family thing. Yeah, right. Their friends are coming.)

*Doing Either my Spanish homework, my Geometry Homework, my Western Civ homework, or my Biology homework

*Studying for my French test Monday

*Practicing the cello for either Sinfonia (an orchestra I take part in outside school) or my private lessons OR for the school orchestra.

*Practicing Piano

*Going to the club and playing tennis. (Hah. Like *that* is ever going to happen. At least my teacher still has hope.)

*Reading one of three books that I have out from the library.

*Writing a story that I have to submit to a informal online writers-group sort of thing. (It's Harry Potter fanfiction! Squee!)

Mwahaha! I defy them all! Yeah. I'm sitting here, listening to Norah croon and sipping my float. Notably doing nothing of the aforementioned things. Life is (sorta) good.

Except for the fact that some of my friends are having a disagreement. You guys, if you're reading this, please know. I think that it was just a big misunderstanding. Really, I know that all of us are stressed at this time of year and so maybe we're not saying/hearing things that we mean. Ok? All of you are really, really nice people and I know that none of you would do anything to intentionally hurt anyone else. Just talk to each other. They'll understand.

Ahh. I've been neglecting this journal. Please don't hate me for it! High school....er...yeah. You know, it's not all that I thought it would be. It's great, don't get me wrong, but still--from what everyone's told me high school is something earth-shattering, something amazingly magnificent, something so perfectly mind-blowing and astonishing that I coudln't help but be more than a little let down when I actually started it. The one thing that people commented on was that the level of freedom was much, much greater than that in middle school. And I'm just not seeing that. My schedule is more restricting than it was in middle school and therefore I have less time to experience this supposed freedom. Maybe they meant that the rules in high school were more lenient. Well, maybe they are. But you know, I took liberty of experiencing "forbidden" freedoms even in middle school (in layman's terms, I sort of twisted a rule here and there) so it doesn't really *matter* to me.

Oh. But one thing I actually do like? The teachers treat us like intelligent human beings. Mwah. Thank goodness. Took 'em long enough. I like being treated my age.

( My earth-shattering, amazingly magnificent, perfectly mind-blowing classes. No, really. )

Phew. That was long. Well, I think that's enough from me for today.

You know, ever since forever, I thought that high school was going to be one of the biggest steps of my life.

( And here I am, right at its doorstep. )

My only thoughts right now do not deal with anxieties and I'm not freaked out about whether or not I'll make new friends or if I'll be able to be on time to my classes or if my teachers will like me or if this or that...Really? Right now, I'm a bit annoyed. Because I'm still not finished with the stupid summer reading book. (In my defense, I'd just like to say that it is one the most boring things that I have ever had the displeasure of reading in my life and that it is more sexist than it is boring.) And I have to get up early tomorrow, which isn't that great either. I'm wondering whether or not my friends will be in my classes. If they are, that's great. If they aren't, that's ok too, because I'll make new ones. (I have no doubt that I will be able to stay close to my old ones.) I'm wondering if the assembly we're going to have is going to have a point and I'm wondering if Mr. A is going to be able to fit an art class I wanted into my schedule. And, above all, I'm wondering if I'll be able to finish the Lord of the Rings trilogy before the last movie comes out.

So basically, I feel normal. Not anxious, not excited, not stressed, not lazy, not psyched. I feel just like me. And you know what? I'm glad.

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