Dracorex

You're a part time lover and a full time friend....

I'm really happy where I am now, but I think the only guy I've ever truly been in love with I'm never going to see again.

My parents gave me another sex talk. That was the akwardest discussion ever. Good god.

Right now I should be writing a paper for my Psych class..but somehow that isn't happening....

Strange things happen to my fingers when I try to force them to type out crap...they start behaving...strangely...doing things like opening new tabs and visting more interesting websites

And if I don't pay real close attention my meditations on what to write turn into meditations on what to wear tommrow

Whatevah, it's not like passing senior year is important anyway

God Damnitt. I finally get some fucking action after like a billion year long dry spell and get sick. Not while...and not in front of him but god damnitt there is nothing less sexy than being like, yeah sorry if you start throwing up cause I totally infected you.

Fuck. That is not even cool.

I thought I'd share with you this little gem from my literary terms dictionary homework:

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That's right, the devil's number for the devil's work. The devil's work is applying to collge. I fucking hate applying to collge. It should be burning in hell.

Seriously, people just want to remind you of applying to college in everything you do. Even when I finish all the shit I have to do to apply that day, I turn on the tv for some relaxation and some dipshit is sitting there telling me about how expensive it is to go to college. Shut the fuck up already. I hate you.

It's almost enough to make me want to apply for a job at McDonalds instead. All you have to do is pee in a cup and you're in!

I have an essay for my Psych class on "why I got an A in Psych class." I'm supposed to write it like it's the end of the year. I really want to say that I got an A because I slept with the professor, and see what he says. But I feel like the inappopriateness outweighs how hilarious it would be.

I'm also writing a paper on Freud for a class other than Psych.

OHOH My Bio II class is held in a room with a ton of snakes and earlier this python had his head curled up towards the top of the cage, with the vents and he was sticking his tounge out through the holes. I tried to get him to lick me, but he just sniffed. Loser. I totally want to pet them though.

My AP European teacher taught history at West Point for a really long time, which is cool because I'm interested in millitary history-and I find that many people that age from a millitary background oppose the Iraq War because of their experiences in Vietnam which is the most valid arguement in the world. Only he is kind of senile so he taught the same lecture two days in a row. Hmmmm

And my AP Statistics teachers failings are made up for by the fact that my Dad teaches a class in Reasearch Methodologies and knows a lot of Statistics so he teaches me it again when I get home.

On the down side, the only *really* hot guy in any of my classes I suspect to be gay. Shucks.

And I had my birthday, I turned 17. I got Hannibal Rising, 300, and book about Philosophy and Harry Potter. And one of my friends hand carved me a wand. It's like the coolest thing ever.

I'm reading Wicked now. It's really good. Based on it's level of popularity, I thought it'd be pretty shitty, but it's really really really really really good. And hilarious.

My public library had a booksale where you could buy as many books could fit into a grocery bag for 3 dollars.

I got a bunch a classics, some crap Michael Crichtons, and some hardcovers of some of my favorites paperbacks.

'Twas awesome.

School starts. Crap.

Now I'm reading The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. It's pretty good.

Since the begining of the summer I've been dog earing pages in my books with really good writing or ideas. Here are some of them:

You Shall Know Our Velocity by David Eggers

pg146 "I was wandering aroiund my head, teary with joy, wistful even, loving the surfaces, the many rooms, the empty rooms...But slowly these empty rooms are filled. Filled with things so wretched and brutal that you could not have conceived of them at thirteen. And soon you find there are too many rooms, too many occupied rooms, too few empty ones. I walk through my corridors and I open doors and now it's so hard to find a room unoccupied or not full of screaming clouds...I need sections of my head removed. I need less memory. No memory..."
-God, that's so true

pg 221 " I was looker-someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back-always everyone looking forward, and every time I felt stupid."
-It seems kind of existential. Everyone looks forward and not to each other.

Beowulf -The Seamus Heaney version

pg 75 "So if any Frisian stirred up bad blood with insinuations or taunts about this, the blade of the sword would arbitrate it."
-I just find the image of the sword as the arbitrer interesting.

Sacred Games- Vikram Chandra

pg 234 "I knew I was going to die, I was going to be killed. There was no escape for me. I had no future, no life, no retirement, no easy old age. To imagine any of that was cowardice. A bullet would find me first. But I would live like a king, I would fight this life, this bitch that sentences us to death, and I would eat her up, consume her every minute of every day. So I walked my streets like a lord of mankind, flanked by my boys."
-There is nothing that has made me want to be a crimelord more than that paragraph. And maybe the Departed. Haha. Just kidding. Riiiiiight.

This passage is a little....graphic. But it's just so dang hilarious. This guy is a socialist and refuses the prostitutes his gangsta friends offer him, so they slip him some in the night. And lauda...is hindi.
pg 652 " His socialism failed completely, but his lauda stood up, and he exploited them both mercilessly until the next morning."
Hilarious.

You Shall Know Our Velocity by David Eggers is one of the best contemporary fiction novels I've ever read. It was hilarious and tragic at the same time.

Ya'll should read it.

So I've gotten back from my three week vacation in Alaska and Jackson Hole which was cool but I have to go to sleep because I have work *early* tommrow.,

And MORE IMPORTANTLY GOOD GOD

Damn. I need more time for it to sink in.

It was amazing. Way better than I expected. I've been rendered speechless. I had shivers. It was just so good. So good. I can't begin to explain it. You name it, I feel it.

So good. Ahhhh. The best yet. I adore this director. I want to have his children. And Gary Oldman's. And Imaulda Staunton's even though I don't swing that way. (Do you need me to mention Jason Issacs or Alan Rickman? I thought that was a given.)

I'll post with actual opinions later.

I hate lose ends being unfucking tied.

Bwhahahahhahahahahahaha!

I was reading outside on the green and my professor came over and told me that he would do a recommendation for me to get into college. He said, (and I quote) "You know, there are just one or two kids every session where you're just like, 'Whoah, that kid is smart.'" And little miss International-Baccalaureate(which I can't even spell)-let-me-casually-drop-my-300-points-higher-SAT-score-in-the-course-of-every-conversation-while-pretending-to-be-worried-just-so-that-someone-will-assure-me-that-I'm-a-genius did not get it.

I know, my being happy about this reveals my inner insecurities that are the same as hers, blah, blah, blah. Shut up. I'm happy.

I am now residing in the adorned halls of an Ivy League University. I'm doing one of their pre-college summer programs.
So far: My class is really awesome. Except the girl that tries to pull quantum mechanics into philosophy in an attempt to make her feel smart. I'm sure you're great at science. So if you want to feel smart, take a science course, don't pull irrelevant comments into my class.
I have a renewed hatred for everyone from the state of New Jersey. My hatred was dying down. Why do I hate people from New Jersey so much, I would ask myself. I now remember the answer. Loud. Obnoxious. Trashy.
I'm sure there are *some* people from New Jersey that are exceptions to this rule, and I apologize. But seriously, just leave New Jersey. I'll pay for you to escape that wretched place.
I took a zen meditation activity thing. 'Twas fun. Wow. There are a lot of libraries here. It's like my dream. But half of them are rare books or special collections, which they won't let me into. I found a quote engraved on one of the buildings. It was something like, Seek the past and she will tell you her stories.
I also realized why they call it "the freshmen fifteen." It's called soft-serve ice cream being availible at every meal.
Basically, life is pretty good.

I just got back from the Tool concert. Good god! The entire thing was so hot. Like seriously, devilishly evil and delicious. Like canine-licking good. Like bassist! Whoas. Everytime he played something my entire body would shake. Well, it pretty much would for everything. Mmmmm. I still smell like smoke though.

Well...I got a 62 on my Precal exam...including a 12 point curve. God, I hate that class

But it's all over and my SATs are over (until the fall) I NEVER have to take my ACT again, and hopefully never my SAT IIs

If nothing else I can get into small southern private schools for rich retarded kids...
I get a full ride to this one school based on my ACT score alone. Ballin' But their average SAT score is like an 825...

Woot. And I'm halfway through with my online summer school course! And i've only been out of school for 3 hours....

I love how this summer isn't going to be very relaxing. I'm working 40 hour weeks, but at least I don't have homework. So on the weekends I can just go shopping, swimming, sleeping, reading... all that good stuff

My Summer Reading List:
-Sacred Games-Vikram Chandra
-The Age of Innocence- Edith Wharton
-The Queen of the Damned-Anne Rice
-Anna Karenina-Leo Tolstoy
-Madame Bovary- By what's-his-face
-The Idiot-Dostoevsky
-Prague-Some kid
-They Shall Know Our Velocity- Something Eggers
-Thirteen Moons-Charles Frazier
-Running With Scissors-Augusten Burroughs
-The Stranger-Albert Camus
-The Prince-Nicolo Machiavelli
-American Something-Noam Chomsky (wtf are these socialists talking about anyway)
-Beowulf
-A Clockwork Orange
-Journey to the East- Herman Hesse
-Everything I can get my hands on by Stephen King

*Note the mix of classics with crap novels....good stuff
AHHHHHHH I FINISHED CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. It's a tough battle between that and Hesse's Demian for BEST book EVER. (Harry Potter rocks, but I mean...) RASKOLNIKOV!!! AND sonia, and Dounia and OMG SVIDRIGAILOV! Is he not exactly like Lucius MALFOY? Except for the suicide part. He is so LUCIUS malfoy. OMG.
I adore Svidrigailov, (for seriously not being able to spell or pronounce his name)

Half of today was really good because I was in a freakishly good mood because I finnally saw Hannibal Rising last night. Seriously, I was cracking up at my own mind for half the day. And the rest of the time cracking up at other people's minds. Like I would just start smiling and everyone would look at me and be like what?
And then I just got all melancholoy about a friend that I had lost. I miss him. I think I'll never meet anyone as awesome as him ever again. Perhaps I blew my chance.

Add to that the fact that I can't do the first 32 problems of the my math review packet for our final exam. And you get this week.

I just feel like whining. Like seriously. My soul is racked with a chronic nervous pain. For today at least.

So I'm doing my end of year Religions project on Satanism, so I was flipping through the Encyclopedia of Occultism and Parapsycholog, and what did I find? A section on Lycanthropy.

Apparently it evolved from when the communities that weren't cannibals would call cannibals uncivilized, animalistic, or like beasts. Eventually this led to myths about actual half beast-half human monsters. There were also many myths about humans turning into animals in general, either in death or at will. They said that werewolves became werewolves because they were being punished for some sin, so perhaps we will see something that Lupin did? He'd have to be like 5 when the sin occured though. Hmmm

Lukos is greek for wolf, and anthropos is greek for man.

Also vampirism originated in the completely seperate culture of South America. The myths with startling similarities rose in two completely isolated cultures, South America and Europe. Other words for vampires are Vroucolaca and Broucolack. It is said that the vampires are forvever unhappy for they are jealous of the happiness of the living, a stark contrast to today's image of the indulgent, super-race vampires.

Also in the early days of Christianity the plant hypericum, St. John's Wort was believed to repell demons and was placed above the entrances to homes in order to keep evil out of one's mind. Today, randomized trials show that St. John's Wort is as effective as SSRIs(like prozac and zoloft) for treating depression. (And no the randomized trials weren't mentioned in the book, I found them from a seperate trusted source.) Intresting, no?

All the guys that I don't like either don't exist, or I haven't met them.

All the guys that like me don't have a much balls as I do. And the ones that think they do just think so because their Satanists. All you have to say is, Dude, I'm so badass that I don't even let Satan tell me what to do.

Seriously. I don't want to have to take care of you. Please try and match if not surpass my intellectual and emotional capabilities.

If 94% of high schoolers in my state are stupider than me (what my ACT tells me), than does that mean that I only get 6 measley percent of the high school population? Which is like probably less than 1 percent of the general population. How many of those people, do you think, go to my high school?

I'm going to go with 3. One's gay. One's annoying. And the other one likes dating guillible freshman because they quite literally get on their knees and "worship."

Hehe. That double entendre made me happy at least.