First of all, this post is entirely dedicated to evening out the huge discrepancy in the assignment of labels (or "libellés," as my Blogger page now displays, because I just recently converted it into French as part of an ongoing project to have everything I use be explained in French). Therefore, this page is dedicated to talking about those people who I have mentioned more than once or twice (since those that I only mention once or so I probably won't really talk about anyway, although I might) but have definitely mentioned less than ten times (effectively weeding out those two whom I shall not mention).
So, after scanning my alphabetized label list, these are the people I will blog about today (if this is necessary again, there will be a repeat of this post to some extent) in alphabetical order:
- Camel
- Dora
- Gretchen
- Irving
- Joss
- Mario
- Melissa
- Mogley
- Mrs. James
- Mrs. MacDonald
- Nyx
- Owen
- Reese
- Stella
- Tamir
- Tea
- Tybalt
- Vincent
- Zephy
That's it, really. Any more, and Blogger won't let me label them due to the "maximum 20 labels at a time" rule. Anyway. The tidbits about these people that happened since the last time I talked about them, or whenever, really.
Camel: I think he has a jacket complex as well (first thing that popped into my mind, since nothing really interesting happened in chem today—except Mr. Coffee's friend jumping from the roof into a pool thirty feet below or crawling into a crypt and scaring people for fun). In fact, now that I think of it, a lot of the guys I know seem to have a favorite jacket that they will wear all
(He is also on my bus, and I have seen him wearing that jacket ever since before I even really knew him, so this may be another reason why.)
(Dino, whom I shall not tag because there is no space anymore, and Jack, not tagged for similar reasons, both also have a jacket they almost always wears. Argon has his sleeping-bag-like thing he carries around with him, although with the warmer weather he has now acquired a new, navy colored jacket which is a tad bit too big for him, but he'll probably grow into it. This morning, at gym, we were standing together and he commented on how he might finally be taller than me, as he always had a notion that he was shorter. We later decided it may have been because of the shoes—his heels were significantly taller, as I had been wearing really, really flat shoes.)
(And I thought this was supposed to be about Camel? Anyway. Next.)
Dora: This is also rather unrelated to Dora, but she was sitting at the table and so this story will be filed under her name. This morning, before class started, Dora and Tierra were already seated at a table in the library. I joined them, and Gretchen (who is below, I know, but there will be another story for her) and Kathrya and Tybalt (wow, this story has a lot of people in it) came as well. Kathrya commented on how her friends were more mature, because "they didn't start singing wedding songs."
Later on, Dino walked in to the library (why does everything have to always include him?), and someone said, "He walks strangely." This was met with a chorus of agreements, and Kathrya's remark, "Now where is Ginny?" before realizing that I was standing right next to her.
(I need to stop making Dino appear in this. The whole point of this was so he wouldn't be mentioned as often compared to the others.)
(I also saw Dora in English today, but we watched a movie—"Death of a Salesman"—so we didn't get to talk to each other.)
Gretchen: I don't know why Gretchen's never broken ten labels. This will probably change with the Chile trips (I'm still working on Easter Island—I really am!), but in the meantime, I will insert a link here to her blog. I'm not certain that my blog sees more traffic than hers, but in the minute event it does, we can pool them just like pooling standard deviations in a difference of means test. Except in this case, Gretch's sample size may be larger than mine, so pooled variances may not be the best bet.
Irving: I must say, I haven't seen Irving around today. Strange. Usually, I see him sauntering down the hallway (well, he doesn't really do that, but he does walk differently in a way), going to a class that's in the opposite direction of mine. Perhaps our constant existence on the third floor is a reason why I see him so much. So instead of a personal recount, I will broadcast the (probably by now commonly known) news that he got into Harvard. Wow. Well, I mean, he deserves it and everything, but that's still very, very amazing.
(Yeah. That's about it. No wonder he isn't tagged so much.)
Joss: Let's see. Joss believes that the secret to teleporting is to throw a smoke bomb and then run really, really fast. He also still needs to pay Reese (or do something else, but I'm not sure what) so Reese can teach me grammar, so I can teach him how to draw clothes. Although, if you ask me, I doubt my pictures of clothes are correct all of the time. I just add folds randomly (or in obvious places). I also don't know how well this whole exchange thing will go. Too many unknown variables, I suppose.
Mario: I don't see Mario that much lately, or maybe I still do but I no longer respond to his appearance. Well, anyway, I saw him during lunch today, along with Tea and Bryant and Boris. He seemed rather preoccupied with his SAT vocab book. Which reminds me, I should probably also study my vocab, if I wish to avoid the same fate as Bryant's. Or just cram Latin roots. Those always help.
Melissa: I didn't see Melissa today—away at a college thing or something, I believe. I still need to get a cupcake recipe from her as well. This may also be the shortest one yet, because I have not talked to Melissa in such a long time. She doesn't really go to math team anymore. Maybe that's why.
Mogley: He is weird. One of the weird guys I know (and by far not the weirdest) but definitely weird. He was attempting yet another 6x6 sudoku in English today. I asked him if he ever tried the 9x9 one (because honestly, 6x6 isn't really sudoku; it's like diluted HCl—isn't quite the same as the original), and he said that he had tried one today, but messed up. Compared to Mogley, Matt is a sudoku whiz. (The extraordinary amount of time Matt devotes to sudoku every day may be the reason though. If this keeps up, I'll begin to fail stat.)
(Also, as compensation for his horrible sudoku skills, Mogley said that he was getting better at the Jumble questions. I guess you can't have everything.)
Mrs. James: I walked into calc today just as Mrs. James said, "I really want a Snapple!" I have no idea how this whole Snapple thing started (which also reminds me of the xkcd strip on the tin apple—I'm reading too much xkcd, it's definitely not good for me).
Jay then said, "I have a Snapple in my bag."
"Really?" Mrs. James asked, all excited.
"Nope, April Fools!"
(This went on for several minutes, in which many people in the class took turns saying they had a Snapple in their bag—Scott said he had over 100 of them at home—and then saying, "April Fools!" Mrs. James retaliated by telling Jay, "Oh, I'm going to give you an A+ for the quarter—wait, April Fools!")
Mrs. MacDonald: Is conducting an experiment on the number of texts people send and receive in an average class period. It's due to begin next week, and will last an entire week. Statistically speaking (although I knew before I ever took stat), if texting in class is so prevalent, I (and Matt) will definitely be outliers. My phone doesn't allow text messages. Matt's too preoccupied by his crosswords and sudokus and Jumbles and word finds to care about texting (he also has an iPhone, which may deter texting as he can't physically touch the keys on his phone to know which letters he's typing if he placed the phone in his pocket or something).
Nyx: Said that her phone's autotexting dictionary does not have the word "zombie." This prompted Camel to say, "What if there was a zombie invasion, and only you knew about it? You have to text people, but then you'd have to type 'zombie' out, and by that time the zombie might have already attacked you!" Also, her phone doesn't have "haha" as a word either. (Tybalt should be glad he doesn't have this phone. He would be seriously crippled in his texting abilities.)
(This also reminds me, Scott is now called "Texty-Pants" in our calc class, because he tried to text under the table, and, when caught by Mrs. James, attempted to deny it.)
Owen: Will be receiving his alpaca soon. Alpacas, according to my research yesterday, likes being in groups of two or more, and around six to eight alpacas can live on one acre of land. I hope Owen's backyard is large enough, because he needs to keep at least two alpacas to ensure that his alpaca doesn't die of loneliness, and so he needs at least 1/4 of an acre of land set aside for this special, special friend (and its girlfriend, but the girlfriend would be much more expensive).
Reese: I have yet to see his shiny new laptop. Among other things, but this is the first that pops up. (Camel supposedly made Reese's old laptop crash via remote accessing, so that's why Reese needed a new one.) I've been promised that this new one is every bit as shiny as the last, except perhaps not red anymore and not the one that underwent SSSC's brutal conditions.
Stella: Is probably on another bout of "I-hate-school-ism." I haven't asked yet, but the past few times I've talked with her, she has complained about the, to quote her words, "the stupid people." She is really the opposite of many people I know. I mean, most people, regardless of what they say, at least care a little about their grades and their futures. Stella just doesn't care anymore.
We talked about our futures for some brief moment before, mostly with me asking her what she would do after high school. She didn't want to talk about it, and I agree with that sentiment. I don't know what I want to with my life after high school. I mean, I obviously want to go to a good college, but why? And which one? Whatever college I go to—that's my future path there. If I go to McGill (which is probably very likely at this point), that means I'll most likely be focusing on pre-med. If I go to UBC or, although very unlikely, Penn, I would be going down the path of economics. If I go to Waterloo (yeah right, I'll be crushed by all the crazy Canadian math geeks, since that's the school for math and science oriented people in Canada) or Cornell (again, unlikely, especially with their financial aid situation), it's probably engineering. And then there are the schools we consider mostly for their prestige—Harvard, Yale, and the rest of the Ivies along with a few other schools. Are they really that much better? We (not including me, because the probability of me getting in those places is very, very, extremely, very slim—statistically speaking), as some of the brightest among our peers, do everything we can in order to get into one of these schools, conforming to their ideals of what is a "perfect" student, just so we can bear the honor of having gone to such a school and gain the privilege of acquiring a good-paying job and the respect of others.
(God, maybe I should just go get a job to paint the Golden Gate Bridge like I've always said I should.)
(Well, there are also the good points, like learning new things with teachers who really know what they're talking about—granted I understand them.)
Tamir: I don't know why I have mentioned him so often. Really. We barely talk. Let's see. I saw Tamir in physics today, and he complained about the magnetism unit. Or maybe that was Alec. Then I saw him in English, but he didn't talk because we were watching a movie.
Yeah, boring. Next.
Tea: I also can't believe I have not talked about Tea very often in my blog. I think it's mostly because everything I know about Tea, she pretty much blog about it anyway. Well, I will insert a link here to promote her blog instead, although I'll bet she doesn't need any promotion from me because her faithful followers are much more numerous than mine. Just in case I have a lurker though.
(Also, as a note to Tea: your "about" page doesn't link to an actual about page. Mine doesn't either—all I've managed to set up was the "contact" part. I think I half started an "about me" page and then forgot about it.)
Tybalt: Just a general question out there (to those who know about it)—does Tybalt know of my, uh, hopefully-will-be-affiliation with Dino? (Once again, Dino is EVERYWHERE. I think I'm getting obsessed.) Otherwise, I have not seen him since this morning with Kathrya, and since Kathrya's story has already been told in Dora's place, I won't repeat it again.
(In his place, I will talk about Bryant, who was barely eliminated because he has exactly ten labels. Today, as I handed in my chem test corrections, I saw Bryant's "test corrections," namely his name, the title, and nothing else on it. Later on, he said that receiving a 3/3 on those test corrections actually brought his grade down. Ugh. He kind of makes me jealous sometimes.)
Vincent: I think I've pretty much covered everything about him before. I don't remember if I've seen him today. Maybe I have.
UPDATE: (from Facebook, my constant source of information) Apparently Vincent's family is moving out of state? He's currently asking if he can board at someone's house for nine months. I seriously doubt this will happen (although you never know), but I do hope he can stay. Who else will I be able to discuss plans for travelling to alternate universes via thousands of giant lasers with?
(There is always Dino—ugh, him again!—but I think he would probably even prefer owning his own alpaca over talking about lasers.)
Zephy: We went Easter egg-hunting today! Zephy's a natural at these things, as she found four or five eggs in the library alone, in under ten minutes. I have no idea why there were eggs everywhere (someone in my calc class said she knew who put them there, but wouldn't tell us). Also, this reminds me, I still need to give her back her chocolate egg, because I was carrying it in my plastic egg container since she had too much candy to fit inside hers. I was supposed to give it back, but I completely forgot about it until after we said goodbye when we got off the bus. Huh. I suppose chocolate won't go stale anytime soon.
(Hmm...)
Actually, considering how long this thing is, I probably will not ever do this again. At least not with so many people. I'll just talk about Dino and Argon less. Maybe.
6 rants:
irving tends to walk around with a bored look on his a lot. he says hi to me once or twice, but only when no one else is around.
i guess melissa doesn't really care about math team anymore. how sad. oh, i'm assuming there's no meeting on tuesday since you're all gonna be at states?
when i saw mrs.james period 8 she asked me if starbucks sold snapples. i told she was better off asking mario.
owen seems to emphatically deny all relations to dino (oops, brought him up). we were chatting once and he kept responding with short phrases, so i told him it sounded like dino. his response was something along the lines of "don't say that. ever." what brotherly love.
Irving never says hi to me, but then I've never anywhere alone with him. Melissa never really cared, I think. She cares enough to go to meets (to maintain her captain status and hear all the stories), but she's never really cared about how well she does. There probably won't be a meeting. We come back at 7, supposedly (Dino—I seriously need to stop this—said he was going to come back at 10 for some reason).
Can't you buy Snapples in supermarkets?
Well, the two of them are very, very similar. Perhaps Owen just doesn't like being a robot.
Camel- I don't know if you know Gomner (he's a senior), but he literally wears the same black sweatshirt every single day. It's bizarre.
Dora- I'm fairly certain that it's only Dino and Christoph singing wedding songs. And I'd never noticed that Dino has a strange walk, although I have noticed that Mario looks extremely short when standing next to Dino.
Gretchen- have either of you heard of google analytics?
Irving- he also got into yale, princeton, and stanford, so he got the full HYPS quartet.
Mario- he barely looked at the vocab book. I think he was trying to decide whether his boredom would be better alleviated by sleeping or leaving.
Mogley- I <3 science jokes!
Mrs. James- I've read 460 xkcd strips (including alt text!) in the last week. I win.
Reese- on Thursday, we said hi in the hall, and then I turned around to look for Nia, but she wasn't there, so I awkwardly walked silently about a yard behind him from before the 4 building to the cafeteria.
Stella- that's odd, how you think it depends so much on place. I know I'll end up in science/math wherever I end up. I think the big advantage of the big name schools is just that the student body is made up of the best of the best, rather than that the facilities and professors themselves are that much better.
Tea- I have an about page?
Tybalt- I don't know if he knows, but Kathrya would know if he knows. Mario knows that I want you to have an affiliation with Dino, but I don't think he knows that you want you to have an affiliation with Dino. I still don't understand how that brought his grade down.
Vincent- I know people who've done that, so it could be he'll manage it. Dino has specifically requested less laser-related discussions. I don't know what his problem is.
Zephy- Ariadne's brother participated in the egg hiding, but the instigator was one of his friends, the one who asked a girl to prom using a youtube video.
I've never really thought of Dino as tall, but okay.
What's google analytics?
I was about to be outraged that Irving didn't apply anywhere else, but then I realized that since Stanford is EA and he would be happy there, he just needed to apply to schools he really wanted to go to, since he already had the one acceptance. That's a really good strategy. Could cut down on costs too.
Ah, big name schools. We want to go because we want to feel successful. It's all our invention in the beginning, but then it becomes us and it's what we really want above all else. It's other people's expectations we work off of, but they really are ours.
yes tea, what are google analytics? i realize i could just google that but alas, i will not.
and comparatively, most people are tall to me. speaking of dino, i've been trying to imitate his voice, but it just isn't coming out right.
ugh. i just want to be accepted early. i'm scared of applying to all these good schools, and not getting into any (like someone i know from jsa).
Let's see.
Camel: I don't know Gomner. Maybe he's the one that's like Robin what with his entire closet of Robin-suits, except he has black sweatshirts instead. Or maybe this is another one of those guy-things that I'll never understand. (I also think Bryant's jacket is way too big on him, although I haven't seen much of it lately.)
Dora: I've never heard these songs, although I can imagine the two of them doing so. I just think he walks funny when he's wearing a backpack, since he tends to hold onto his backpack straps. Julie—I think height depends a lot on who he's standing next to. He's taller than Owen, which is all I really remember.
Gretchen: I have now. Attempting to make it work.
Irving: Yes, I saw. Although he's not seriously considering the rest, I don't think. I think he's pretty psyched to go to Harvard. The strategy would heavily depend upon getting in first, which can pose a problem. The HYPS conqueror last year got defered from his early action school, although he only applied to HYPS afterwards.
Mario: He seriously needs to cut down on the number of clones/the number of frees he has. Some class like culinary or horticulture would do him good, I think.
Mogley: Yay!
Mrs. James: I haven't read that many last week, but the week before that I started from #1 and ended at #720. I love the alt text. Did you see the new unixkcd? Try "find kitten" as a command.
Reese: That sounds awkward. Although Reese is often an awkward person to begin with. You should get him to show you his version of sign language.
Stella: It depends so much on place because each school category is specialized in something. It's all really math/science based, but math and science are very broad subjects. Better students, that's for sure, but then that reminds me of Doing School a lot. A large part of this "expectation" thing also comes from my parents saying, "You have to find a school that people in China recognize, in case you want to go back there to work." And people in China have a really, really limited knowledge of any school that's not Ivy or heavily engineering based.
Tea: Your old template had one, but the one now doesn't.
Tybalt: I think he may know, or at least suspect it. Mario knows you want me to have an affiliation with Dino? (These pronouns are kind of confusing.) Does he have any commentary on it? Also, Bryant says he's got an above 100% average in chem, so a 3/3 (an 100%) would actually bring it down.
Vincent: I fear for his health though. He doesn't really like a lot of food that other people like. He could probably do it, though, if his parents let him. I also don't know why Dino particularly dislikes the lasers. It was before the llamas/alpacas though, so I suppose he didn't have anything else to ban.
Zephy: Oh, yeah, Ariadne was the one who said she knew. Hmm. Her brother didn't say anything though. Was this supposed to be their version of a senior prank?
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