I've decided to update this because Kristin Chenoweth got a blog on the same server. And it makes me feel important. Unfortunately, I haven't very much of anything interesting to say. So, all saying will be uninteresting. Tis Pity, I know.
I think I'm going to be a song writer. Because I keep writing odes to things. My policy is, I write odes to things (nouns and adjectives) such as crew, and ballads to people (proper nouns) like Stacy, and fraternity pledges to Stephens. I don't know what part of speech Stephens are, but if anyone knows, they should inform me ASAP.
Otherwise, life is good. The democrats have me working long hours doing a job I find rather demoralizing. But someone has to call people and get yelled at. Or get meowed at. Seriously, if the Democratic party called would you meow at them? Or is the cat just really overzealous? I'm going to learn how to play bike polo this weekend at Homo-a-GoGo and I'm very excited.
The story with the letters has gone no where. If anyone has any plot-like ideas I'm open to suggestions. In the meantime I think I will be writing a story about Yoda. Can Yoda be a god in Jarkerism? Please?
I quote the Shoebox Project: I do believe in commas, I do, I do!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
My pond
My pond is done. I'm so pleased with myself. Well, not completely done, but done for now, I might make adjustments later.
Pictures!!
Really sunny.
My fish, there are actually seven but one was hiding.
Truman the Duck
Pictures!!
Really sunny.
My fish, there are actually seven but one was hiding.
Truman the Duck
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Introduction
Intro! For Parker
Vita is a college age student living in a fictional London type place. She lives in a crappy flat with two guys, Jasper and Duncan. Jasper is a singer and an actor, a gay straight guy who thinks he’s too cool for school. Duncan is a painter and a sculptor who takes philosophy classes, he’s very avant-garde, bohemian, very serious, always in love. Mrs. Mitchell is their landlady. Mr. Cabbage used to be a professor at the university until he retired to the country. But he gets bored so he still writes to Vita. Lady Otter is a society lady who’s manipulative, controlling, and generally evil. I think she’s fascinating. Vita used to be her secretary but quit. There’s only two other people who haven’t come up yet, Dorothy: Vita’s rich friend who spends all her time traveling to random locations and sends a lot of postcards. And Ms. West, who teaches at the college and is Vita’s nemesis. I think I’m introducing one other person later, but I’ll let you know. Everyone else is pointless and you can ignore them.
There- Happy?
Oh, and Vita is NOT me. In case you were wondering.
Now I'm off to come up with something vaguely plot-like
Vita is a college age student living in a fictional London type place. She lives in a crappy flat with two guys, Jasper and Duncan. Jasper is a singer and an actor, a gay straight guy who thinks he’s too cool for school. Duncan is a painter and a sculptor who takes philosophy classes, he’s very avant-garde, bohemian, very serious, always in love. Mrs. Mitchell is their landlady. Mr. Cabbage used to be a professor at the university until he retired to the country. But he gets bored so he still writes to Vita. Lady Otter is a society lady who’s manipulative, controlling, and generally evil. I think she’s fascinating. Vita used to be her secretary but quit. There’s only two other people who haven’t come up yet, Dorothy: Vita’s rich friend who spends all her time traveling to random locations and sends a lot of postcards. And Ms. West, who teaches at the college and is Vita’s nemesis. I think I’m introducing one other person later, but I’ll let you know. Everyone else is pointless and you can ignore them.
There- Happy?
Oh, and Vita is NOT me. In case you were wondering.
Now I'm off to come up with something vaguely plot-like
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Lillies
Dear Mr. Cabbage,
I'm very sorry to hear the dogs trampled your lillies. That's what comes from having dogs. At least you're getting a 'very sorry' from me. I told Jasper, he doesn't care a wit. I wanted to tell Duncan, as he is bound to care, you know him, but he's been out wandering since yesterday afternoon. Jasper says he's in love, although with whom we couldn't say. I hope he is. Things are always so much more entertaining when Duncan's in love.
Mrs. Mitchell has actually noticed you're gone. And not only noticed but done something about it. She pulled me aside on the stair well and told me for a good half hour (I was late for work of course) about how you never came around for tea and gingersnaps anymore. I told her you've moved and she almost started to cry. I almost started to laugh. She says you must come and see her. So there's your excuse to come to town. Lady Otter is ignoring me.
Vita
I'm very sorry to hear the dogs trampled your lillies. That's what comes from having dogs. At least you're getting a 'very sorry' from me. I told Jasper, he doesn't care a wit. I wanted to tell Duncan, as he is bound to care, you know him, but he's been out wandering since yesterday afternoon. Jasper says he's in love, although with whom we couldn't say. I hope he is. Things are always so much more entertaining when Duncan's in love.
Mrs. Mitchell has actually noticed you're gone. And not only noticed but done something about it. She pulled me aside on the stair well and told me for a good half hour (I was late for work of course) about how you never came around for tea and gingersnaps anymore. I told her you've moved and she almost started to cry. I almost started to laugh. She says you must come and see her. So there's your excuse to come to town. Lady Otter is ignoring me.
Vita
Monday, May 01, 2006
Snippy
Dear Mr. Cabbage,
So you haven't forgotten me. Or do you only write when you're in town to see the opera? Sorry, teasing. I haven't seen Madam Butterfly yet, Jasper is boycotting it. He tried out for the lead and lost it because he was too young. One would think that would help his vanity not hurt it. I'll try and get in later this week.
I stopped working for Caroline Otter the week before you left, and I haven't started again. She's poisonous. But you know me too well, I'm still in contact with her. She was in Paris last week, I wasn't asked to come. She saw Lawrence Massey anyway, someone I could never see again and it would be too much. I know this will make you sniffy. Blow your nose. She has her good days.
I'm glad you're enjoying the retired life. Wordsworth misses you dreadfully, come and collect her?
Vita
So you haven't forgotten me. Or do you only write when you're in town to see the opera? Sorry, teasing. I haven't seen Madam Butterfly yet, Jasper is boycotting it. He tried out for the lead and lost it because he was too young. One would think that would help his vanity not hurt it. I'll try and get in later this week.
I stopped working for Caroline Otter the week before you left, and I haven't started again. She's poisonous. But you know me too well, I'm still in contact with her. She was in Paris last week, I wasn't asked to come. She saw Lawrence Massey anyway, someone I could never see again and it would be too much. I know this will make you sniffy. Blow your nose. She has her good days.
I'm glad you're enjoying the retired life. Wordsworth misses you dreadfully, come and collect her?
Vita
Dear Lady Otter,
Yes, I’m still working at the café. You think it’s low class and dirty and a terrible place to work. You’ve told me. But you’re not working there, I am. I like there. It pays well and the hours aren’t horrible and there are interesting people.
Of course I’m still going to school. How could you even think I wouldn’t be.
Now look what you’ve made me do, I’ve gotten snippy. We’ve got different lifestyles. I’m glad you enjoyed Paris. It was always too fast of a city for me. No matter how much you told me to like it. You take everything faster than I do anyway, I’ve got to absorb. Thank you for mentioning me to that friend of yours. I do appreciate it, I do, but don’t do it again. Duncan hates it.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Parakeet
Dear Lady Otter,
Most glad to have recieved your letter. I had heard you were going to Paris and was worried it had missed you. It is a pity you are in Paris, the street fair was wonderful. It rained most of the day but the sun came out just as the parade started. The whole crowd seemed united in a common age by the general excitement. My cousin Julian says you were asked to join his club he started with some friends. Take my advice and don't. It's very frivilous and tiresome. Come and visit me when you get back unless you stay until after the fourth, I'm going out to Leaska to hear a lecture on magic.
Yours very sincerely, Vita
Most glad to have recieved your letter. I had heard you were going to Paris and was worried it had missed you. It is a pity you are in Paris, the street fair was wonderful. It rained most of the day but the sun came out just as the parade started. The whole crowd seemed united in a common age by the general excitement. My cousin Julian says you were asked to join his club he started with some friends. Take my advice and don't. It's very frivilous and tiresome. Come and visit me when you get back unless you stay until after the fourth, I'm going out to Leaska to hear a lecture on magic.
Yours very sincerely, Vita
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Syriana
Haven't been here in a bit. May start updating again, who knows. I dunno. I like livejournal so much better as a blog site. Or I'll start my other blog again. So, I have three blogs. Wow. Excellent. This one probably should get a purpose. . . I found out I passed the class I started it for. That's fun.
Saw Syriana tonight. Very good movie. Slightly crazy and hard to follow but very good. Should be seen by many because it's an important movie that deals with oil and modern politics and sounds sort of true. And had very good charactization I thought. Showed both sides of characters, good and bad traits. Very good.
Eegads, tis late and I haven't read Twelfth Night yet. Ah I love that play. I really really do. But I think I'm going to bed now, I'll read it later.
OOOOOOOOOOOOH, A thought! This will be a photo blog. Because it sounds very spiffy and cool and I think I should have one. I shall document my adventures with photos. And Monday will be Spanish day when I can only update in Spanish.
Gee, I wonder how long this will last...
Saw Syriana tonight. Very good movie. Slightly crazy and hard to follow but very good. Should be seen by many because it's an important movie that deals with oil and modern politics and sounds sort of true. And had very good charactization I thought. Showed both sides of characters, good and bad traits. Very good.
Eegads, tis late and I haven't read Twelfth Night yet. Ah I love that play. I really really do. But I think I'm going to bed now, I'll read it later.
OOOOOOOOOOOOH, A thought! This will be a photo blog. Because it sounds very spiffy and cool and I think I should have one. I shall document my adventures with photos. And Monday will be Spanish day when I can only update in Spanish.
Gee, I wonder how long this will last...
Saturday, April 01, 2006
April first
Since I officially suck at celebrating April Fools Day:
Happy Fish Day!!!
It's a French thing. And our entire school is now totally plastered with paper fish. Even the Spanish rooms even though those fish had to get there by STEALTH!!!
Happy Fish Day!!!
It's a French thing. And our entire school is now totally plastered with paper fish. Even the Spanish rooms even though those fish had to get there by STEALTH!!!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Where did my post go?
I thought I updated Monday... Where did it go? I'm confused... The WASL is turning my brian to MUSH. Stupid test. Oh well, Monday I biked 7.8 miles around the lake. Meant to go today but I went to improv clup instead. Hysterically funny. Definately biking tomorrow.
Bounty Hunter and the Ghost chp 1
I thought I updated on Monday... AH the WASL is turning my brain to mush. Thank god it's done until April. Evil test. Bleck.
Oh well, Monday I rode 7.8 miles around the lake. I meant to go today as well but I went to improv club instead. It was hysterical.
Here is the first chapter of the story tentaively entitled The Bounty Hunter and the Ghost. Kudos for anyone who can recognize who Ms. Cross and Lord Wilson are.
****
The sun had just faltered behind a heavy cloud. A shadow sunk over the entire estate like the silence settling over a crowd at the theater, foreboding and inviting at the same time. The three people that sat inside the conservatory, next to the palm they had watered with coffee that was now starting to rot, were laughing enough they didn’t notice the shadow. Outside the gates a small puttering automobile stopped in front of the winged yaks like it was lost. It stood there for a moment until it’s diver steered it through the gates and up the weedy path. Belching once it braked in front of the dark purple doors.
“That is a really cool suit,” Leopold craned around the fuchsia.
“Where?” Vita asked.
“There.” The other two turned around. The driver of the automobile had gotten out and was picking his way around the pond towards the conservatory door.
“I want his suit,” Alistair said. It was a bright red suit, obviously new.
“It’s a brilliant suit,” Vita agreed. Leopold glanced over his should at Lord Wilson, buried in his book. They turned back to their table as the mane came in the glass conservatory door.
“Ah, hello,” he stopped by Vita’s shoulder. She turned and stared up at him. He had a puffy face that crinkled at his eyes and al seemed to meet at his nose. When the breeze from his movement reached their table all three could smell the Parisian cologne. “I was a wond’ring,” he had a high reedy voice that lilted in a Cajun accent. “If you could tell me how to get to Radcliff.”
“Ah, that way.” All three pointed out the window towards a tree.
“Okay.”
“Um,” Leopold sat up. “Get back on the road – ”
“The highway?” the man asked.
“Yeah, and go that way,” he gestured over his shoulder. “And you should see signs for Radcliff in about ten miles.”
“Then miles that way?” he asked anxiously.
“Yeah,” all three said. “Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” his eyes crinkled at them. “Thankou very much.” A cough of cold air blustered in when he opened and closed the door.
“It’ll be a miracle if he gets there,” Vita said. Alistair shrugged.
“Cool suit thought,” Leopold said.
The door opened at the other end of the room and Ms. Cross strode in, pretending to be confident.
“Okay! Let’s start the writing warm up!” she cried, as if this was something they had been waiting for all day. Alistair glanced at Lord Wilson who’s bushy eyebrows were just visible over War and Peace, he rolled his eyes. “Today – ” But what they were doing they never found out, for Ms. Cross was interrupted by a crash and two screams. The crash was very loud and shook the whole room. The first scream was much more a yip than a scream and was made by Ms. Cross. The second scream was a low angry howl that came from above them.
“Fucking hell!” Vita bellowed.
“Astrid’s upset again,” Alistair remarked.
“We’d better go calm her down,” Leopold groaned.
“Oh yes, lets.” They scampered out the door before Ms. Cross could stop them. Astrid had been living in the attic long for much longer than any of the children had been there. According to the story Lord Wilson had told on the night of their arrival she was the sister of the duchess who had first owned the manor. The way Lord Wilson told it they had all been very happy until one day, quite unexpectedly, Astrid had slit her throat. After that the Duchess had moved to London but hadn’t sold the house until she died and Lord Wilson inherited it, who was her cousin. Astrid still haunted the attic, throwing things around whenever she thought it was getting too quiet. Or when Ms. Cross was trying to get something done. The children were the only ones who could get her to calm down, they sat with and told stories about what was going on in the manor and in the world until she went and locked herself in a closet. Which they assumed meant she was happy.
“I wonder why she killed herself,” Leopold mused as they climbed up the stairs to the attic.
“Maybe she was being blackmailed,” Alistair said.
“Or knew a terrible secret.”
“Or she wanted to make somebody feel really really really guilty.”
“Maybe she was just unhappy,” Vita broke in.
“Why though?” Leopold asked.
“Shhh,” Alistair pushed open the door to the attic. It was a long room that ran the length of the manor and was stuffed with all sorts of junk that no one had touched in centuries.
“Astrid?” Vita called softly. A chair threw itself across the room and they ducked.
“You don’t like the writing warms either, do you,” Leopold said. Something whirled out from behind a dresser and Astrid was in front of them, pointing one long bony finger and howling. After a year her wild black hair, her sunken eyes, torn dress, dirty bare feet, and white scar on her neck had stopped scaring them, but her scream still made their hair stand on end. “Thanks though,” Alistair said loudly over the din. “It’s great to get out of them.” Astrid stopped screaming and the farthest corner of her mouth twitched. It was the closest they had ever gotten to a smile.
*****
There we are. So... what should happen next?
Oh well, Monday I rode 7.8 miles around the lake. I meant to go today as well but I went to improv club instead. It was hysterical.
Here is the first chapter of the story tentaively entitled The Bounty Hunter and the Ghost. Kudos for anyone who can recognize who Ms. Cross and Lord Wilson are.
****
The sun had just faltered behind a heavy cloud. A shadow sunk over the entire estate like the silence settling over a crowd at the theater, foreboding and inviting at the same time. The three people that sat inside the conservatory, next to the palm they had watered with coffee that was now starting to rot, were laughing enough they didn’t notice the shadow. Outside the gates a small puttering automobile stopped in front of the winged yaks like it was lost. It stood there for a moment until it’s diver steered it through the gates and up the weedy path. Belching once it braked in front of the dark purple doors.
“That is a really cool suit,” Leopold craned around the fuchsia.
“Where?” Vita asked.
“There.” The other two turned around. The driver of the automobile had gotten out and was picking his way around the pond towards the conservatory door.
“I want his suit,” Alistair said. It was a bright red suit, obviously new.
“It’s a brilliant suit,” Vita agreed. Leopold glanced over his should at Lord Wilson, buried in his book. They turned back to their table as the mane came in the glass conservatory door.
“Ah, hello,” he stopped by Vita’s shoulder. She turned and stared up at him. He had a puffy face that crinkled at his eyes and al seemed to meet at his nose. When the breeze from his movement reached their table all three could smell the Parisian cologne. “I was a wond’ring,” he had a high reedy voice that lilted in a Cajun accent. “If you could tell me how to get to Radcliff.”
“Ah, that way.” All three pointed out the window towards a tree.
“Okay.”
“Um,” Leopold sat up. “Get back on the road – ”
“The highway?” the man asked.
“Yeah, and go that way,” he gestured over his shoulder. “And you should see signs for Radcliff in about ten miles.”
“Then miles that way?” he asked anxiously.
“Yeah,” all three said. “Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” his eyes crinkled at them. “Thankou very much.” A cough of cold air blustered in when he opened and closed the door.
“It’ll be a miracle if he gets there,” Vita said. Alistair shrugged.
“Cool suit thought,” Leopold said.
The door opened at the other end of the room and Ms. Cross strode in, pretending to be confident.
“Okay! Let’s start the writing warm up!” she cried, as if this was something they had been waiting for all day. Alistair glanced at Lord Wilson who’s bushy eyebrows were just visible over War and Peace, he rolled his eyes. “Today – ” But what they were doing they never found out, for Ms. Cross was interrupted by a crash and two screams. The crash was very loud and shook the whole room. The first scream was much more a yip than a scream and was made by Ms. Cross. The second scream was a low angry howl that came from above them.
“Fucking hell!” Vita bellowed.
“Astrid’s upset again,” Alistair remarked.
“We’d better go calm her down,” Leopold groaned.
“Oh yes, lets.” They scampered out the door before Ms. Cross could stop them. Astrid had been living in the attic long for much longer than any of the children had been there. According to the story Lord Wilson had told on the night of their arrival she was the sister of the duchess who had first owned the manor. The way Lord Wilson told it they had all been very happy until one day, quite unexpectedly, Astrid had slit her throat. After that the Duchess had moved to London but hadn’t sold the house until she died and Lord Wilson inherited it, who was her cousin. Astrid still haunted the attic, throwing things around whenever she thought it was getting too quiet. Or when Ms. Cross was trying to get something done. The children were the only ones who could get her to calm down, they sat with and told stories about what was going on in the manor and in the world until she went and locked herself in a closet. Which they assumed meant she was happy.
“I wonder why she killed herself,” Leopold mused as they climbed up the stairs to the attic.
“Maybe she was being blackmailed,” Alistair said.
“Or knew a terrible secret.”
“Or she wanted to make somebody feel really really really guilty.”
“Maybe she was just unhappy,” Vita broke in.
“Why though?” Leopold asked.
“Shhh,” Alistair pushed open the door to the attic. It was a long room that ran the length of the manor and was stuffed with all sorts of junk that no one had touched in centuries.
“Astrid?” Vita called softly. A chair threw itself across the room and they ducked.
“You don’t like the writing warms either, do you,” Leopold said. Something whirled out from behind a dresser and Astrid was in front of them, pointing one long bony finger and howling. After a year her wild black hair, her sunken eyes, torn dress, dirty bare feet, and white scar on her neck had stopped scaring them, but her scream still made their hair stand on end. “Thanks though,” Alistair said loudly over the din. “It’s great to get out of them.” Astrid stopped screaming and the farthest corner of her mouth twitched. It was the closest they had ever gotten to a smile.
*****
There we are. So... what should happen next?
Thursday, March 09, 2006
New urg time!
First 2k time: 9:09
New 2k time: 8:25
HAHAHAAHAH!!!! I'm good. I want to die, but I'm good. I have wings of pain across my back. Except I don't feel like a bird, I feel like a mole.
Going to bed.
Oh: proposal for a new Jarkersim god, Armadillo the Glyptodon, god of physics?
And can I be Vita the Prophet? Under Jeff the Messiah Prophet of course.
New 2k time: 8:25
HAHAHAAHAH!!!! I'm good. I want to die, but I'm good. I have wings of pain across my back. Except I don't feel like a bird, I feel like a mole.
Going to bed.
Oh: proposal for a new Jarkersim god, Armadillo the Glyptodon, god of physics?
And can I be Vita the Prophet? Under Jeff the Messiah Prophet of course.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Sharks
Ah Thursday. Along with Tuesday my least favorite day of the week. Both just seem so hopeless. And tomorrow honestly doesn't feel like Friday. Not at all. Oh well, it is. That's enough.
Went out to Evergreen with Parker. 15 min on the eliptical machine. Stretching and an erg piece. See other workout schedules for my sets and reps, they are consistant. Except the suggested arm workout which Parker changed to 80 lbs and I almost died. Really. Arms dead and gone. Bleh.
Done with the physics articles thank god. Got a little strange towards the end. Best sentance written tonight: "Officials say they will release the shark if she show any signs of death" Which was quickly changed to illness but you can see I wrote death.
My god I'm terrified of sharks. Even more scared of them then clowns.
Went out to Evergreen with Parker. 15 min on the eliptical machine. Stretching and an erg piece. See other workout schedules for my sets and reps, they are consistant. Except the suggested arm workout which Parker changed to 80 lbs and I almost died. Really. Arms dead and gone. Bleh.
Done with the physics articles thank god. Got a little strange towards the end. Best sentance written tonight: "Officials say they will release the shark if she show any signs of death" Which was quickly changed to illness but you can see I wrote death.
My god I'm terrified of sharks. Even more scared of them then clowns.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Brahms
The daffodils have started blooming. Just a few. In a week it'll be a solid block of yellow. It'll be beautiful.
Took my now usual route around the lake for my bike ride today. I'm going to have to find another one soon, this one's getting too short. I've progressed from five miles to eight, if I continue that trend my next route will have to be eleven. But today was nice, the weather was perfect. Not too cold and cloudy. No rain either, which was nice.
And right now, I've got Brahms cello sonatas competeing with Return of the King downstairs. Rather an interesting combination.
Took my now usual route around the lake for my bike ride today. I'm going to have to find another one soon, this one's getting too short. I've progressed from five miles to eight, if I continue that trend my next route will have to be eleven. But today was nice, the weather was perfect. Not too cold and cloudy. No rain either, which was nice.
And right now, I've got Brahms cello sonatas competeing with Return of the King downstairs. Rather an interesting combination.
Monday, February 27, 2006
daffodils
More biking today. Probably will be a lot of that, because soccer and crew has started. That's okay, I'm surprised how much I like it. Went down to the boat house first to drop of mittens. Parker, you made sure they got to the right people right? If not my mother will kill me. Then around the lake like yesterday. Didn't get rained on either. It took me an hour. Not sure how far it is with the extra trip in it. Probably more then 7.8 miles. Either way, my legs really hurt now. I probably won't do anything tomorrow.
The daffodils in the park by the roundabout are about to bloom. I've been watching them for a while. I like them because when I see them I know I'm almost to the top of that god damned hill.
Maybe go rock climbing Thursday....
The daffodils in the park by the roundabout are about to bloom. I've been watching them for a while. I like them because when I see them I know I'm almost to the top of that god damned hill.
Maybe go rock climbing Thursday....
Sunday, February 26, 2006
week
Okay, the week. Before I go to bed and angst about going back to school.
Tuesday: skiing for an hour. The snow was terrible the rest of the trip was an absolute nightmare.
Wednesday: Aniversary of my friends death, didn't feel like doing anything. Forced myself through a forty minute bike ride so I wouldn't emo myself completely.
Friday: half and hour of biking around town avoiding the invasion of school buses and small children
Saturday: Twenty minutes of biking, mostly for transportation but I did a forty minute route in twenty so that must be something
Sunday: Hour of biking around the lake, 7.8 miles again.
Tuesday: skiing for an hour. The snow was terrible the rest of the trip was an absolute nightmare.
Wednesday: Aniversary of my friends death, didn't feel like doing anything. Forced myself through a forty minute bike ride so I wouldn't emo myself completely.
Friday: half and hour of biking around town avoiding the invasion of school buses and small children
Saturday: Twenty minutes of biking, mostly for transportation but I did a forty minute route in twenty so that must be something
Sunday: Hour of biking around the lake, 7.8 miles again.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
The week
Recap of the past week. I'll skip the complaining about loads of homework. But there was loads of homework. The ratio of homework to sleep was about seven to one.
Tuesday: worked out at Evergreen for an hour. See below for the reps and such. About the same except we ran six flights of stairs instead of the usual four.
Wednesday: bike ride for forty minutes. Usual route out Cooper point road, about five miles.
Thursday: rock climbing for an hour.
Saturday: 7.8 miles biking around the lake to Tumwater Falls Park and back. Very nice weather, saw a deer. Took an hour. Then twenty minutes down town and back to write at Starbucks. So 11.8 miles total.
Why am I hearing baby starlings? It's February?
Tuesday: worked out at Evergreen for an hour. See below for the reps and such. About the same except we ran six flights of stairs instead of the usual four.
Wednesday: bike ride for forty minutes. Usual route out Cooper point road, about five miles.
Thursday: rock climbing for an hour.
Saturday: 7.8 miles biking around the lake to Tumwater Falls Park and back. Very nice weather, saw a deer. Took an hour. Then twenty minutes down town and back to write at Starbucks. So 11.8 miles total.
Why am I hearing baby starlings? It's February?
Sunday, February 12, 2006
stress, homework, cello, oh my!
My week: a recap
Monday: Bike ride, 5ish miles, 40 minutes
Tuesday: Work out at Evergreen. Work out schedule pretty much the same, two reps of everything. 90 minutes
Wednesday: Vistors arrived, went to library to work on history paper. 20 minute bike ride
Thursday: Work out at Evergreen. 60 minutes of rockclimbing, 30 minutes of cardio on the eliptical.
Friday: nothing. It was Friday. Went to peace vigil and got honked at.
Saturday: Out dancing. Exercise according to my mother. Frolicked in the park. Drank way too much coffee.
Sunday: Loads and loads of homework.
Total: 240 minutes.
*implodes from the stress of too much homework*
Monday: Bike ride, 5ish miles, 40 minutes
Tuesday: Work out at Evergreen. Work out schedule pretty much the same, two reps of everything. 90 minutes
Wednesday: Vistors arrived, went to library to work on history paper. 20 minute bike ride
Thursday: Work out at Evergreen. 60 minutes of rockclimbing, 30 minutes of cardio on the eliptical.
Friday: nothing. It was Friday. Went to peace vigil and got honked at.
Saturday: Out dancing. Exercise according to my mother. Frolicked in the park. Drank way too much coffee.
Sunday: Loads and loads of homework.
Total: 240 minutes.
*implodes from the stress of too much homework*
Monday, February 06, 2006
Alive
Yes, I am still alive. Barely. I have way too much homework. Note to self: never be sick for four days again. No, scratch that, never be sick at all period. It's stupid and dumb and I've lost the hearing in my right ear again.
Went for a bike ride after school. The weather was beautiful, it was sunny and not cold at all really. And I got to wear sunglasses! I was so thrilled. Summer is on the way! Took me about 40 minutes and I'm guessing I went about five or so miles. Out to Cooper point and back.
Went for a bike ride after school. The weather was beautiful, it was sunny and not cold at all really. And I got to wear sunglasses! I was so thrilled. Summer is on the way! Took me about 40 minutes and I'm guessing I went about five or so miles. Out to Cooper point and back.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
tierd....
Ah my contest piece was fun tonight. I felt inspired and alive and the music was intense. Not sure if it was passionate, but it was intense. Jordan says that a lot, I've been picking it up from her.
Barber's Adagio for Strings: Ah I'm in love. That and the Elgar Nimrod Variations are the most beautiful things I've ever played. Beautiful doesn't always mean the most fun but beautiful is always good. I wonder what's the most fun thing I've ever done. Messiah was definately the most grueling. Sound of Music was fun. Carmen was really fun. The Mussorsky was really fun. I like fast and loud. Especially with lots of tympani.
Right, work out.
Warm-up:
20 min on stair climber level 1
1 section of the New York Times (while on the stair climber)
urged 500 meters in 2:17
20 minutes of stretching
Then:
Back Extension, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
Ab machine, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
Standing calf, 35 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
leg extension, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
dips, 100 lbs, 1 set
leg curl, 20 lbs, 2 sets
pull forward thing, 15 lbs, 1 set
forearm down thing, 20 lbs, 1 set
lat pull down, 20 lbs, 1 set
ran 8 flights of stairs
back extension, 30lbs, 1 set
ab machine, 30 lbs, 1 set
standing calf, 15 lbs, 1 set
leg extension, 20 lbs, 1 set
dips, 100 lbs, 1 set
leg curl, 10 lbs, 1 set
I've cut a lot of arm stuff out of my workout while I'm prepping for contest. I don't want to hurt myself and my wrist is already bothering me. That was about it. We wandered around Evergreen with carrying about forty pounds on our backs (backpacks) and saw a puddle of water that looked like the devil.
Food
cereal
bagel
chocolate milk
yaki soba
nann w/ peanut butter
cookies
mango orange juice
Barber's Adagio for Strings: Ah I'm in love. That and the Elgar Nimrod Variations are the most beautiful things I've ever played. Beautiful doesn't always mean the most fun but beautiful is always good. I wonder what's the most fun thing I've ever done. Messiah was definately the most grueling. Sound of Music was fun. Carmen was really fun. The Mussorsky was really fun. I like fast and loud. Especially with lots of tympani.
Right, work out.
Warm-up:
20 min on stair climber level 1
1 section of the New York Times (while on the stair climber)
urged 500 meters in 2:17
20 minutes of stretching
Then:
Back Extension, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
Ab machine, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
Standing calf, 35 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
leg extension, 30 lbs, 2 sets of 10 reps
dips, 100 lbs, 1 set
leg curl, 20 lbs, 2 sets
pull forward thing, 15 lbs, 1 set
forearm down thing, 20 lbs, 1 set
lat pull down, 20 lbs, 1 set
ran 8 flights of stairs
back extension, 30lbs, 1 set
ab machine, 30 lbs, 1 set
standing calf, 15 lbs, 1 set
leg extension, 20 lbs, 1 set
dips, 100 lbs, 1 set
leg curl, 10 lbs, 1 set
I've cut a lot of arm stuff out of my workout while I'm prepping for contest. I don't want to hurt myself and my wrist is already bothering me. That was about it. We wandered around Evergreen with carrying about forty pounds on our backs (backpacks) and saw a puddle of water that looked like the devil.
Food
cereal
bagel
chocolate milk
yaki soba
nann w/ peanut butter
cookies
mango orange juice
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Nice Weather
Tuesdays are really only slightly better than Mondays. Although this one had some very good quotes.
"Parker takes french whore lessons"
"Pass the goddamn - Jesus!" "The pen is now renamed Jesus"
Ah physics is all in good fun.
Standing out by the bus was nice in the beautiful weather. It was sunny and warm and pleasant. Waiting for the bus the past two weeks has been a bit like standing in cold broken shower with clothes on. But today was very nice. Parker tried to train his inanimate objects to behave. At Evergreen we got waiver thingies for the rock gym, so hopefully we'll get to do that sometime soon. Although I don't think I'm going to do it untill after contest because I have to save my hands. We did the eliptical machine for 15 mins, urged a 1k (4:35, slow time) and stretched for ten minutes or so. I forgot paper for the machines but I'm guessing it was about the same as Sunday's workout. I'm pretty consistant. Except we didn't have time to run stairs. As I said earlier, I'm going to start not doing as much arm stuff until contest because I can feel a hard work out when I practice. But that's only until Feb. 4. Oh god, so soon.
Food
life cereal
chocolate milk
bagel
chips
mango (fresh and dried)
tacos (2)
cookies
"Parker takes french whore lessons"
"Pass the goddamn - Jesus!" "The pen is now renamed Jesus"
Ah physics is all in good fun.
Standing out by the bus was nice in the beautiful weather. It was sunny and warm and pleasant. Waiting for the bus the past two weeks has been a bit like standing in cold broken shower with clothes on. But today was very nice. Parker tried to train his inanimate objects to behave. At Evergreen we got waiver thingies for the rock gym, so hopefully we'll get to do that sometime soon. Although I don't think I'm going to do it untill after contest because I have to save my hands. We did the eliptical machine for 15 mins, urged a 1k (4:35, slow time) and stretched for ten minutes or so. I forgot paper for the machines but I'm guessing it was about the same as Sunday's workout. I'm pretty consistant. Except we didn't have time to run stairs. As I said earlier, I'm going to start not doing as much arm stuff until contest because I can feel a hard work out when I practice. But that's only until Feb. 4. Oh god, so soon.
Food
life cereal
chocolate milk
bagel
chips
mango (fresh and dried)
tacos (2)
cookies
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