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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2004|12:05 am]
majesticturtle
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |Morcheeba]

I LOVE REALITY!!!! No, no, I am not making some pathetic Matrix allusion, I just love youth group. I had a really blah day until I got there. God just revitalizes you like that. Now, I can't wait to finish my math homework because low and behold, I GET IT!!! My mother and I had the famous car talk between the Child Almost Eligible for Their License and the Parent Without the Money to Buy a Slick Set of Wheels for Said Child. I'm getting one by the time I'm 18 I have been promised, keep in mind that I turn 18 over two months AFTER I graduate. Yay. Well, at least I'm getting a car within the not too far off future. I bought my dad the new U2 CD the other day and I can hardly keep from opening and listening to it. I am so excited for him to unwrap it so that I can copy it to the computer. I have an essay tomorrow and for the second morning this week I will be arriving at school shortly after dawn to meet with Mrs. Flikkema. At least I have a shot at a legitimate grade this quarter if I actually GRASP the material we are studying in calc - shocking I know. Despite my intense loathing for rising from my comfortable bed before 9:30am, I much rather prefer knowledge over sleep. I think...what am I saying? That must me the ap calculus/sleep deprivation/two tests and one essay approaching fast/mint tea saturating my brain with untruths. Yeah, must be because I love my sleep. Speaking of, I should finish that math so I can get up with the sun in a few hours. And now for once, I put an end to my procrastination...
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ACK!!!! [Nov. 28th, 2004|11:09 pm]
majesticturtle
[mood |relievedrelieved]
[music |Phenomenon by the one and only Tobymac]

So what if I'm disgruntled!!! It is my perogative to be angry with the profane and disgusting pissants that roam the earth. Wait, it is not my place to judge these people but IN MY OPINION, as that is all I can vouch for, they should really take a step back and look at their actions. Here is a test to take to see if you are mean and you need to reevaluate your priorities:

Y/N I leave a sour taste in people's mouth whenever I 'grace' their world with my incongruous and profane speech

Y/N I enjoy making derogatory comments about reasonably kind fellows and lassies

Y/N I have no life other than being mean to others

Y/N Generally the meaner and more disrespectful I am the more fun I have

Y/N Only those that I approve of and think are gorgeous deserve even the slightest ounce of my respect

Y/N Whenever I open my mouth, it is for the primary purpose of shaming someone

If you answered yes to ANY of the above questions, GET A CLUE. There is so much more to life than yourselves! Don't you know that it is the cardinal rule of humanity that everyone is better than you?

But I guess this is the world I signed up to rise above in. And I'm glad. If you did say yes, I apologize for calling you a profane and disgusting pissant but it's just that you were bought with a high price as was everyone else. Embrace this and learn your worth. You are better than disrespect as is everyone else.
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NaNoWriMo. IS. FOR. ME. [Nov. 27th, 2004|11:11 pm]
majesticturtle
I have a dream. That one day I will be talented enough to write 50,000 words in five days. That one day I will kick procrastination. That one day I will finally understand computers in relation to coast-to-coast time differences. I have a dream that one day my brothers and sisters at NaNoWriMo will be able to stand in awe and utter silence at my accomplishments. Though my dreams are a little more narrow minded and self-centered than Dr. King's, mine are none less ambitious.

I have come to the realization that NaNoWriMo's rejection of my attempts to register were for the good of the little sanity I have left. I recently stumbled across National Novel Writing Month's website and let me say, sheeze louise. These people are INCREDIBLE. They write 50,000 word, 175 page novels in thirty days. Their month of November is consumed by one goal, the 50,000 word count. Of course, fascinated by such attempts at the impossible, I tried to register immediately to be ranked among the awe-inspiring on November 30. Writing begins November 1 every year and ends midnight November 30. Normally, 30 days means 1,666 words a day. The day my registration was rejected, it was November 25. This means, only by the grace of our Lord God that I was saved from 10,000 words a day.

For those of you who don't know, it takes me four solid hours to come up with an edited 1,100 word paper acceptable in my eyes. In case you also do not know, I am masochistic in that I am a procrastinating perfectionist. Yes! NaNoWriMo would have killed me. Now, for one whole entire painstakingly tedious year I have to wait until next November to complete my first "novel" and reach the 50,000 word mark. MAN AND I WANTED TO PARTICIPATE THIS YEAR TOO!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, my let down if you will should allow me to, lets see, sleep more this November (as it is NOT coming to an end in three days).

Also, on a completely unrelated, diametrically opposed note, I love babysitting. I think I will be a wonderful mother because I love children. I love the way they can't figure out why we adults always have a leg up on them even though they whisper loudly, wear their mischievous little plans on their faces, and can never seem to figure out that yes, we ARE looking at them. Let me also propose that I love playing Superman and Tickle Monster and having pillow fights. Wow, how I love first graders. There is nothing like a little boy and girl that love everything about you.
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Do I have a bell around my neck that clangs like crazy everywhere I go or what? [Nov. 26th, 2004|01:50 pm]
majesticturtle
You people! How do you find me? No matter where I go, boom! you're there. Where was this aspect of my social life four years ago? Huh? ANYWAYS, now that my peers can judge me, I will go crawl into a hole and enjoy the worm's eye view of the world. Or not.

I have come to the conclusion that I cannot write, well anyways. I use WAY too many commas. It was sometime last year in Sutton's that I just began adding commas to everything. Not necessarily random placement but unnecessary nonetheless. And that was alliteration, woo hoo Jessica!

Thus goes my thoughts midday Friday After Thanksgiving. I have come to the conclusion that I do not, repeat do not need to know what I'll do as a profession to know where to apply for college, that words are incredible and I should use them properly more often, that the wide color spectrum available for Expo markers is quite pleasant, and that Phil, Matt and Matt are hilarious. Yes Matt, you. And I know, how could I, the other Matt too. And now Jessica is end rhyming!

Why is it that people don't focus more on the English language in our educational system? Hmm? Most of us students don't even quite know all of the parts of speech, no wonder there is little interest in literature and that our English, in general, is terrible. This not only contributes to the dumbing of our nation and the inflation of our massive egos, again in general. Here I go throwing commas in for the hay of it. In summation, learn your language better: it makes you seem intelligent, you are more articulate and you enjoy communication even more.
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Thus It Begins [Nov. 25th, 2004|07:11 pm]
majesticturtle
And so I conclude Thanksgiving '04 with another journal to semi-preoccupy myself! I have to practice writing so I can become decent and consistent when I go to pump out writing for school and otherwise scholastically related assignments. I figure as no one will actually read this journal, that I know anyhow, I can have "fun" and "experiment" with my writing. Be prepared to be baffled by my incongruous attempts at creativity, misuse of words, and immature writing style! Hello World that I do not know, be prepared to read all that you can digest in the late hours of the morning bored out of your mind and to critique my writing, if it's worth it, so that I can go to college for free!
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