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noellenoI always assumed that you were rewarded for studying good for something. How did I get a D on my math test? I don't get it. I guess I'm not allowed to be good at anything practical (art isn't practical in this world, I've learned). I just. Ngrrrgh, I don't know. I wish I was at least a little competent, enough to pass a non-credit, below-the-college-minimum level of math, so that I don't have to keep re-taking it. It is just so teeth-grindingly frustrating. Daddy says, "You're just not good at it; you can't be good at everything. It's just not your thing, so don't let it get you down." Daddy, I just want to be DECENT at it. I'm not even that. I'm not your 4.0 daughter anymore.
God, I was in such a horrible mood when I got into the car to go home Thursday night. I felt like I was useless at everything. Daddy is a marvelous human being, though, and had through some series of events been loaned a copy of a Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD that we watched that night. "Santa Claus Conquers Mars." Oh my God, you have no idea what perfect medicine it was. I really needed that. It was so gut-wrenchingly horrible that Dad and I were just..haha, you have no idea. Mom couldn't take it.
So today, I had a 40% off coupon, and I got a box set of the show. A B-movie "Hamlet" is on the list, along with something called "Girl in Gold Boots". It'll be interesting. I took Katie along with me to get it, since I also had to buy gifts for baby Kayla and Sarah Jean. Got the baby a Jasmine pillow with a little Rajah kitten that can come out of it, and I got S.J. two princess dolls. Aurora and Jasmine. Because they're the prettiest ones out of the bunch. If I was still little, I'd have gotten those, too.
I let Katie window shop a bit, and then got the aforementioned DVDs. During the trip, I may or may not have bumped into Quilla's dad. He turned and said "Laura?" and we kind of stared at each other blankly till he said "Uh, nevermind, must've gotten you mixed up." I walked away and it took me a painfully long time to realize and go OH CRAP. XD Whoops.
In any case, Mom, Katie, and I went to mass tonight. Today's one of the days of obligation, the feast of the immaculate conception. I am telling you, I don't know if it's Father Hedges or what, but it was packed more than any Christmas this church had seen with Fr. Alex. It was insane; people lined up in the vestibule, down the side aisles, and up in the choir balcony. But it was a wonderful service. There was a mission man from Kentucky there, who had brought a healing cross with him that had relics in it
He did the homily, about the cross of limpius (no doubt I am spelling that wrong; it's supposed to be Spanish for crying/tears), which had performed acts of healing for three hundred years, and how the bust of Christ we had on alter was one of the sixty copies that existed. It was kind of funny how people "ooh"ed at that, but not at the fact that he spoke of how his mission had cured a man of pancreatic cancer with a 1% chance of survival. Perhaps I am out of the loop on what's impressive here, haha.
But yeah. A lovely service. There was a beatification ceremony afterwards, and we left after that, where the people were going to begin the healing. I don't know fully why, but I felt like crying when we started to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted to experience the sort of healing that was being spoken of. Maybe not to the extreme of being cured of a terminal illness, but maybe...just let me walk without pain. For a day. I'd be so grateful, not that I'm not already. I could be in far, FAR worse shape.
Anyhow, on to things that don't utterly alienate me from my friends. I am becoming addicted to the International Music Feed. Ever since I saw that damn Thoroughblend video, I have been scouring for the song ("Halo"). WHERE THE HELL IS IT. FJIEOSFJIOesd. Come ON, Japanese music bitches. GIMME. Also they played the video for "Jerusalem" by Matisyahu. CAN I LOVE HIM ANY MORE THAN I ALREADY DO?
I tried to watch The Polar Express. But ugh. The model designs were so ugly, and their movement so...fake. Yeuch. And wtf, Santa had NO WRINKLES. Unjust. He looked like a ceramic doll. ):< Come on, 3D. You have textures, USE THEM. And the elves looked like convicts.
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ruffwriter had this thing.
Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."
January
"Because Vee doesn't have Dev or Sheez', I post the final product here" (It was an lj-cut haha)
February
"FINALLY" (The only thing in the post. XD A link to a new TAE page)
March
"Sam!" (Following a shitty pchat doodle)
April
"Memes are more interesting than anything else I have to report" (It was another lj-cut)
May
"My ComicGenesis FTP stuff finally works." (Rofl what a lie)
June
"They ruined 106.7 and made it a country station." (AHH that was a sad day D: )
July
"Tomorrow is the park's fireworks, but I am mercifully not posted at Willow." (...okay, work.)
August
"Siiiiiiiigh." (Rofl)
September
"Wow I haven't been this retarded in a while." (Aw, this was a SteveDate entry; shit, this seemed more long ago than it is)
October
"OH SHI--" (ANOTHER LJ-CUT YIPPEE)
November
"Blahblah failed math quiz blahblah passed German quiz blahblah Quilla's mom in the hospital blahblah Ikea is a scary store blahblah cleaned my room all day." (All html-striked)
IN SUMMARY:
I do way too many lj-cuts and I bitch too much.
God, I was in such a horrible mood when I got into the car to go home Thursday night. I felt like I was useless at everything. Daddy is a marvelous human being, though, and had through some series of events been loaned a copy of a Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD that we watched that night. "Santa Claus Conquers Mars." Oh my God, you have no idea what perfect medicine it was. I really needed that. It was so gut-wrenchingly horrible that Dad and I were just..haha, you have no idea. Mom couldn't take it.
So today, I had a 40% off coupon, and I got a box set of the show. A B-movie "Hamlet" is on the list, along with something called "Girl in Gold Boots". It'll be interesting. I took Katie along with me to get it, since I also had to buy gifts for baby Kayla and Sarah Jean. Got the baby a Jasmine pillow with a little Rajah kitten that can come out of it, and I got S.J. two princess dolls. Aurora and Jasmine. Because they're the prettiest ones out of the bunch. If I was still little, I'd have gotten those, too.
I let Katie window shop a bit, and then got the aforementioned DVDs. During the trip, I may or may not have bumped into Quilla's dad. He turned and said "Laura?" and we kind of stared at each other blankly till he said "Uh, nevermind, must've gotten you mixed up." I walked away and it took me a painfully long time to realize and go OH CRAP. XD Whoops.
In any case, Mom, Katie, and I went to mass tonight. Today's one of the days of obligation, the feast of the immaculate conception. I am telling you, I don't know if it's Father Hedges or what, but it was packed more than any Christmas this church had seen with Fr. Alex. It was insane; people lined up in the vestibule, down the side aisles, and up in the choir balcony. But it was a wonderful service. There was a mission man from Kentucky there, who had brought a healing cross with him that had relics in it
He did the homily, about the cross of limpius (no doubt I am spelling that wrong; it's supposed to be Spanish for crying/tears), which had performed acts of healing for three hundred years, and how the bust of Christ we had on alter was one of the sixty copies that existed. It was kind of funny how people "ooh"ed at that, but not at the fact that he spoke of how his mission had cured a man of pancreatic cancer with a 1% chance of survival. Perhaps I am out of the loop on what's impressive here, haha.
But yeah. A lovely service. There was a beatification ceremony afterwards, and we left after that, where the people were going to begin the healing. I don't know fully why, but I felt like crying when we started to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted to experience the sort of healing that was being spoken of. Maybe not to the extreme of being cured of a terminal illness, but maybe...just let me walk without pain. For a day. I'd be so grateful, not that I'm not already. I could be in far, FAR worse shape.
Anyhow, on to things that don't utterly alienate me from my friends. I am becoming addicted to the International Music Feed. Ever since I saw that damn Thoroughblend video, I have been scouring for the song ("Halo"). WHERE THE HELL IS IT. FJIEOSFJIOesd. Come ON, Japanese music bitches. GIMME. Also they played the video for "Jerusalem" by Matisyahu. CAN I LOVE HIM ANY MORE THAN I ALREADY DO?
I tried to watch The Polar Express. But ugh. The model designs were so ugly, and their movement so...fake. Yeuch. And wtf, Santa had NO WRINKLES. Unjust. He looked like a ceramic doll. ):< Come on, 3D. You have textures, USE THEM. And the elves looked like convicts.
Also,
ruffwriter had this thing.Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."
January
"Because Vee doesn't have Dev or Sheez', I post the final product here" (It was an lj-cut haha)
February
"FINALLY" (The only thing in the post. XD A link to a new TAE page)
March
"Sam!" (Following a shitty pchat doodle)
April
"Memes are more interesting than anything else I have to report" (It was another lj-cut)
May
"My ComicGenesis FTP stuff finally works." (Rofl what a lie)
June
"They ruined 106.7 and made it a country station." (AHH that was a sad day D: )
July
"Tomorrow is the park's fireworks, but I am mercifully not posted at Willow." (...okay, work.)
August
"Siiiiiiiigh." (Rofl)
September
"Wow I haven't been this retarded in a while." (Aw, this was a SteveDate entry; shit, this seemed more long ago than it is)
October
"OH SHI--" (ANOTHER LJ-CUT YIPPEE)
November
"Blahblah failed math quiz blahblah passed German quiz blahblah Quilla's mom in the hospital blahblah Ikea is a scary store blahblah cleaned my room all day." (All html-striked)
IN SUMMARY:
I do way too many lj-cuts and I bitch too much.
