The Rimers of Eldridge...

My favorite tidbit of vocabulary is "rime" it's the frosty stuff that coats everything on chilly mornings. This, however, is more than just rime. On any other day the icy film on my truck would be referred to as rime and I'd just be pissed. Today it was a deliberate attack from the elements upon my tardiness record.

LOOK AT THAT ICE! It rained last night, and then froze. My gate was frozen shut, my car was frozen shut, EVERYTHING WAS FROZEN SHUT! Even my windshield wipers were frozen to the windshield!

And there were these impervious manifestations of icy buildups crossing each other in massive tangles on every window. They could not be beaten, even with the defrost on high and the ice scraper working away. I eventually got done, but not in time to be at school in a punctual manner.

First period art was fun. I played with colored pencils and wrote an annotated bibliography ;)

::My:: colored pencils.

Here is a poorly-drawn jawbreaker.

You'll recognize the lollipop in the top left as mine from an earlier post. I also drew the gigantic "super bubble" on the round board at the bottom, though apparently people can't locate the "bottom right" because ::that's:: where I signed my drawing, and you'll see my signature placed wrongly in the upper left. ::facepalm:: they did similar with the lollipop, which ought to be horizontal.

My camera really did not like this picture. You'll see, it went so far as to sabotage it. I brought a teacup into school today, to be kept in my locker. I will be buying a few various kinds of tea to keep along with it, and Kian and I are enjoying a piping hot cuppa (courtesy, of course, of Mr. P's microwave!) every 2nd period.

Kian took this loverly photo of Steve, our bassist, in front of a mural. I think it's brilliant.

He also took a picture of the confrontational argument I was writing on the back of a practice test I recieved, on which I missed 3 questions; two of which still had right answers. I was supposed to be writing about how I understand where I was wrong and why the correct answer is in fact correct. Instead, I wrote why I was right on the first one (The answer was "mournful" and I put "elegiac," the very definition of which is "mournful;" the AP test encourages use of more advanced vocabulary, so my answer was clearly the better of the two.

On the second one, I tried very hard to state why I was wrong, but I could not help being a little passive-aggressive. I wrote, "I realize now that my answer was wrong (i put that the poem highlights the timelessness of human suffering when really it simply universalizes the speaker's conviction...?) because the author mentions in passing the countries of England and France, and England and France represent the entire world, even the entire universe."

The best part was, though, when my teacher decided to argue with me on the first one, and I whipped out old Mr. Webster on him. The definition of elegiac? "Sad, MOURNFUL, plaintive." He took the next reference, "of or like an elegy" and cross-referenced to the word elegy, which is a certain poem in honor of one deceased and has a specific rhyme and meter. His argument was that the section of the poem in question did not rhyme, so it was mournful and not elegiac.

He fucking cross-referenced. Mine was done in less steps, therefore it was more right.

I am very comfortable with my eating habits. I am a vegetarian, and I have been such since my freshman year, when I watched an unfortunate documentary called, "Meet Your Meat." I haven't had to think about the terrors which forced me into my vegetarianism again until today, for in my rhetorical communications class we watched a wonderful little film called "Food, Inc." It is basically "Meet Your Meat," only it talks about more than just factory farms - apparently there are other foods that should scare me too!

I couldn't eat all day.

Here's a better picture than that one my camera decided to botch.

THEY TUNED MY PIANO!!!!!!!

Rhythm section's gonna get you...

I love Vince Guaraldi so much. His crazy music with its 32nd-note runs and uber-complex tensions and impossible left-hand intervals (low Eb to A?! That's CRAZY!) makes me so happy.

This song happens to be The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting et al)

Skating

O Tannenbaum

The front cover of my book - it makes me smile :)

Student teacher does her thing.

Look at this!! This is all Robert gets for lunch! EVERY DAY! PICKLES AND FRIES!

Kian and I did some tribal war paint today. I wanted to get a picture of Kian's, but it was messed up.

Fun fun fun.

My last day as a cinema worker

Saturday was my last day at Carmike, selling popcorn to movie-goers. I thought I'd do a little ode to Carmike in lieu of recent events.

Some time ago, the mall parked this Smartcar on the ramp which leads from the mall to the movie theater. It has become to butt of all jokes, especially regarding the way the old people (this particular mall's only demigraphic besides infants) react to it. There is face smearing, creepy fondling, close examination of the interior from every angle, intense cuddling...

I would not be suprprised if someone had humped it.

While working Saturday night, Paige and I were buzzkilling everything in sight as a reference to my character in the Jungle Book, Bagheera the buzzkill - i mean panther. hah.

"I love you, Baloo."
"I love you too, Mowgli!"
"It's getting dark. We're going home now."

"DAMNIT BAGHEERA! GOD! YOU'RE SUCH A BUZZKILL!"

This made me cry. It was Halloween night. And the Christmas decorations were up. I cried so hard.

Gotta love when they hire old people at Panera. God. Paige and I just wanted to share a three-cheese demi, sliced, while watching "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs." Somehow the demi got stuck in the slicer, and had to be coaxed through by slicing an unncecessary piece of tomato basil bread. According to this lady, "The demi is messed up - lemme throw an asiago cheese bagel in there with you." We were confused, but asked no questions. So she took the bagel, and PUT IT IN THE BAGUETTE SLICER! Like, not the one that does bagels AT ALL! Then, ::that:: got stuck, and she had to use another asiago cheese bagel to coax ::it:: through. What the hell? She sliced four items for my one demi. It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen. AND SHE WAS talking nonsense the entire time she was doing it - like to herself? i don't know. It was so weird.