Galadriel If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Galadriel, Elf, Queen of Lothlorien, wife of Celeborn and grandmother of Arwen. In the movie, I am played by Cate Blanchett. Who would you be? Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test with Perseus Web Survey Software

Like it? I decided to put it up two hours ahead of time.

New Year's Resolutions (percentages in parentheses denote chance of actually happening):

• Stick to 90-10 healthy diet (70%)
  
• Not procrastinate (25%)
  
• Be nicer (45%)
  
• Not care about what other people think (50%)
  
• Get all A's (50%)
  
• Design main page, group blog? (90%)
  
• Help Omo and Mel with pages (80%)
  

Whew. Long list.

I've added some more to my autobiography, beauty links, layouts, and personal links at pixillated. You might want to check it out. :)

Question: when is the Modern Euro paper due? Thursday? or Wednesday? I hear different answers--anyone know for SURE?

Did not go to Liz's party last night. Instead, saw Ocean's 11, ate at Noodles&Co, watched American Pie and played Risk at my house. Who was I with? Laura, Arney, and Brian. It was interesting watching the undercurrents of the conversations. Oh and if you go to Noodles&Co, I do not suggest the Japanese Pan Noodles. I suggest the Pasta Fresca with feta cheese.

I am going to eat healthy! For about three days now I have somewhat been following the 90-10 diet principle. Which means you eat lots of healthy stuff (whole grain, veggies, fruit) 90% of time and then the other 10% you get to splurge. Which is perfect! I think this is seriously the best diet ever because all the other ones have problems since it doesn't make room for your cravings. Okay, I am not trying to lose weight. Really. Anyone who knows me would know that. But I just like to eat healthy to feel better. Ooh, and I have been drinking a LOT of water. All I can say is now I understand Ayesha and Mel much more.

Has anyone else noticed postmark's slowness and not-connectiveness?

Hee hee--am perusing match.com. So far there has been one decent 24 year old who lives in my neck of the woods. Most people on here are maybe in their late twenties, early thirties. Blah!! Still amusing though-- reading their profiles and they're all looking for 'assertive' girls who are thrill seekers. I guess since we live in Minnesota

Went to Ayesha's last night and watched Scary Movie 2 and Princess Diaries. Hmm.. let me try to review Scary Movie 2. Basically, it sucked! There were funny parts, certainly, but they were few and far in between. Mostly I was divided between cringing with disgust and mild shock. So all in all, I would NOT recommend it unless you are a particular fan for scary movies and like movies where they try to incorporate everything unsuccessfully.

Yay! Blogger is working again! I wonder who hacked it?

I got off my lazy bum and did some shopping today! Got cute zipup sweatshirt and "polo" at Express. Gosh, had lots to say, but don't remember. Darn. Will later.

"The greatest thing is just to love, and be loved in return."

Bought Moulin Rouge and Princess Diaries yesterday. As you can see, Christmas is not a big thing at my house and never has been. Generally it is me and my sister exchanging gifts. I ask my parents what they want and they always say, "Just do well on the PSAT/SAT/SAT II and we'll be happy." How am I supposed to work with that? I so long for the commercial Christmas--twinkly lights, decorated tree, roaring fire in the fireplace, everyone cozy together with soft look. Instead I have: drafty house, undecorated everything (save our entertainment center), me on the computer. Yup, this is my family Christmas. Eh, don't feel sorry for me. I get presents a lot from my parents--generally I get anything I want within reason. But sometimes I have to wonder whether it is better to get presents all year round or big pile at Christmas?

Daah! Melanie! He's super cute! Rally! ^.^

Last night a lonely melancholy came over me. I wish I had had a camera, so that I could have captured that one moment out of the many... I also saw him there with his skanky girlfriend--no, not even skanky, you'd actually have to be somewhat attractive to be skanky--his ooglay girl. I don't know whether it is because he can see past her looks (even though I've heard she has a bad character) or if he just wants a piece. Damn boys!

Thanks Arney! Artful Dodger CD is finally mine! :)

I'm a Michelin Man: The typical jovial and parental figure. Responsible and caring, yet never saying no to a little bit of harmless mischief. Aah!! I am fat white chubby man. Lovely.

Read Jemima J last night (by Jane Green). I tink finally I have found a 'chick flick book' on the same par as Bridget Jones! It rally is a great book, even though I can't rally picture her in my head. Oh well. Who is a size 12 out there? Is that rally big? I never know these things.

Damn it. I feel the christmas spirit draining out of me even as we speak. Next year, no presents for anybody! Except secret santa, family, and Arney of course. BTW, Happy B-Day Omo! Yikes, you're seventeen! ^-^

Another DamnIt: I sometimes wish I could be a hermit who is rally rich and eccentric. Well, maybe not eccentric, but rich. Wait, maybe not a complete hermit. I would want my soul mate there with me. And life would be perfect. Certainly, friends are great, but they can be so fickle! There are maybe three or four friends I feel like I can count on most of the time to be there for me, to listen to me rant. Why this sudden thing about friends, and being solitary? Lots of stuff, rally. Just these past two weeks have showed a lot to me about what people rally are like, and it certainly isn't pretty.

Yay that my two friends are made up! At least, I think so. I still have to get one of their points of view.

Did concessions with Ayesha and Brent yesterday .. bleh, I smelled like oily popcorn afterwards and had to take a nice long shower to rid myself of it. You know where it smells rally bad? The girls bathroom downstairs by door 2. It's this repellent mixture of smoke, skanky cologne, and cheap perfume. Okay, if you rally need to smoke, please, spare the rest of us and do it outside or something.

Remembered one thing!! Saw Not Another Teen Movie Saturday night and it was great because we got to see it for free! Yes indeed, for free! See, the sound was off, which basically ruined the movie (like we'd hear the punchline then see the action), but we got to sit in cushy seats and get the basic gist of the movie! :) It was great, cause they offered either free tickets to return, or a refund, and the people who wanted a refund were supposed to stay seated. Well, me and Arney were like the only ones still seated afterwards, except for this one wimp who stood up with everyone else but really wanted a refund. So we got our seven bucks back!

Ooh yes, and I've added a form onto the luverly main site so it's easier for you lazy people out there who want hosting...

Wow, blogger is actually working today-- and I totally don't remember all the stuf I was going to say yesterday and the day before. Damn.

I really cannot wait for winter break!! I need a lot of relaxation... besides, me and Molly pledged to do all our homework at beginning of break so that we are not stuck on the last day before school starts frantically doing everything and complaining about it on IM.

You know who is totally bi polar to people? Penelope. One minute she's really friendly, then the next minute you're not even worth her notice. I really really dislike that.

Me and Mel were talking a lot about astrology yesterday... it's fascinating how true the chinese 'fire tiger' profile is for me. I have links under 'loved' to two of my fave astrology places. Every so often I'll just be obsessed with it and check on my horoscope daily. Then I'll start forgetting. I'm not compatible with a lot of people!

Oh. My. Fricking. God. I just wrote a long post about a man I met at the mall, and it's GONE. All of that time, wasted. I can't do this anymore.

So, I was about to make a right turn when a tiny bus stops to my left and you know, there ws the stop sign arm out and everything. I went, cause I thought I could since I was in front of her. Well, when I stopped at the next house to let my sis deliver the paper, the bus pulled up next to me and the woman in it was like "You shouldn't have done that" and I was just like "Sorry, I didn't know" since I don't really have my license and I didn't want to be mean. But she kept glaring at me and finally drove off. Gaahh!! Maybe I was in the wrong way, but then she should have honked or something. Was I right?

I hate this thing that is happening between my two good friends. I really wish everything was like it was Monday, before all this. :(

I'm COMPLETELY EUPHORIC! Did well on PSATs. ^.^ And get to go shopping tonight. Bitch bus drivers are horrid.

Arney arney arney--you know you want to know-- and you know you want to tell me! YOU KNOW YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Let's see, what shall I say about Remi today? Well, besides the fact that he's nice, funny, sensitive, and someone I always want to be around-- there really isn't all that much to say. But ever since the end of October, he rally has been the main guy for me; I don't know exactly why, I mean, I never saw him like that until that fateful day in October. Then suddenly it was completely strange: I just started to like him. And now, I'm not so sure. Rally, can anyone tell me what it is to like someone? Does that mean that sometimes you don't like him, then you do? It's just so confusing!

Once again, some more amusing search terms used to find luverly.org:

• billy zane b*tch
  
• kristin kreuk and eyes
  
• mr. winkle wallpaper
  
• my swim team pictures
  

Hmm... my swim team pictures? Hmm.

Anyone know any good quiz sites? Like fun quizzes--not the type that's like: "In strange situations I feel: 1-Very Comfortable 2-Comfortable 3-Uncomfortable 4-I hate it" . I hate that type of quiz.

Overheard just now about the new 'hip hop danceline' being started at our school:

Girl#1: They're going to be good.
Girl#2: Not as good as Danceline.
Girl#1: No, but they're going to be good. Like Danceline is like good, but they're going to be ghetto good.

Heh. Sorry I haven't posted for a while. Not too much has been happening besides a friend being mad at another friend, finding out a guy likes one of my friends but -- oh it's complicated. It's better to blog about stuff that won't confuse y'all.

I am 47.5% British, just like Catherine Zeta Jones. A true English rose, but you know where the money is.

Take the Brit Quiz at www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm.

This girl is a lot like me. Only I hope I will marry my soul mate-- no, I just hope to meet him one day. I can only hope. Sigh.

Meg Cabot writes the same plot line over and over. But I love it every time! There's one part of me that cannot help but love this romantic story line while the other, the more adverturous and 'intellectual' side, scoffs and wishes I would read more Shakespeare.

I don't like the sound of a vacuum cleaner.

Have you ever read a book that made you completely utterly forget yourself? Made you jump with surprise when you looked around, and realized you were still in your world, in your ordinary surroundings? I did, yesterday and this morning. I was completely entranced by these books, reading them voraciously, and every so often checking to see how many pages were left, impatiently awaiting further developments in the plot. And nothing mattered, I was pulled along whether I liked it or not, wanting to tear myself away from the darkly seductive writing, but being very unable to do so. And then I thought once again to myself, I will never be able to truly connect to anyone who doesn't have this deep appreciation for books, because they are ingrained into my soul. I have read ever since I was a little child, my mother and I bringing home stacks and stacks of books from the library which were devoured hungrily before the next trip to return and borrow more. I don't know why I am writing about this, except whenever I read a good book, I become inspired to start my own novel. Maybe I should.

You know what has no business being holy? Grass. It seems like everyone treats it like it is holy ground, and "ooh, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT WALKING ON THAT PRECIOUS GRASS!". I don't see why it is so important. Grass was MADE TO WALK ON. Yes, indeed. Back in the days when there was no such thing as cement, sidewalks, roads, people walked on this very grass. Of course, not this tame wussy stuff we call grass nowadays. No, they walked on tough, long grass that hurt to walk on. So we should feel LUCKY that we can walk on this nice tame grass that doesn't hurt you. Yes. I am ranting.

I found some interesting things out today. Rufus is easy to get stuff out of. And Arney is not. Pshah!

I am 0-20% Ghetto

I don't even know what ghetto is? Preppy. I better hop in my beamer - head for the hood and get some chicken, watermelon, and neports.

Ah yes. I took the Art test too. Here's the result.


You are Pablo Picasso's Three Musicians. You are colourful and provoking, always looking to break out of the mould and to pioneer new ways of doing things. You have a jaunty outlook and although you are a bit weird, most people have some idea what you're about. Ha ha.. How true is this? I think a lot of people don't really understand me sometimes--to the effect of me feeling stupid.

Aaah link colors are icky. Will fix later. Tired.

I hope you guys like the new layout! I loved the old one, but it was time for a change. ^.^ So happy holidays! And here's to hoping we'll have a white christmas.. *crosses fingers* If you have any suggestions, or want to remind me about how I've forgotten you on my 'loved' list, use the handy dandy form which now does NOT take you to ads! Yes, this is true. I am happy it is working. But you have to fill it out with a real e-mail, otherwise it won't work. So there we go. I'll add more sections later, but I've been working on this for like three hours so I think I'll stop now and sleep.

BTW, went for a meeting with my mentor, who was ill, so I talked to this other guy. He was really really nice and showed me some new stuff. I love this mentorship!!

Hee hee--once again at HotOrNot and looking through the profiles of "Single Men 18-25 from Minnesota". LOL. Seriously, all the guys in MN are either icky looking and dumb, or strange-looking and weird. I've only spotted like two semi-decent guys! And me and Ayesha spotted one medium attractive guy this afternoon. That's IT. Some of these pictures look like mug shots! Hee hee hee. Just look at them. Go here to get to "Meet Me"...

I was thinking of doing an experiment on what people's perception of 'hotness' is-- like where I put my picture up normal, gothic, etc.. Or like put in a model's picture and write a weird out profile for her like "Totally into eating pasta one at a time" or something... what do you think?

BTW, thanks to Amy for the compliment about my writing.. yup, I'm younger, but hey! Your site is gorgeous.. it makes me feel happy and tropical. :)

Ooh, and I am now officially a part of the lazy webring! Thanks to Gillian! ^-^

I was just re-reading my colorgenics profile and it's schockingly true! "deep down, you are not at all happy. You feel lonely and you need someone with whom you can "Let your hair down" and share your hopes, dreams and high standards... " < this is particularly true. So's this: "At this time you "need to be needed" and again you "need to need". You have had this feeling for some time now and you are looking for someone who could share a close bond in an atmosphere of shared intimacy. You have that belief that with the right person you could conquer the world." Sigh.

This 'Meet me' function on HotOrNot is pure entertainment! I love this website. I'm on it right now, feeling virtuous because I'm giving the girls I know wouldn't get high scores 10s while rating the guys as honestly as I can... It seems to me that the girls with long hair, cheerleader pictures tend to get the 9s and high scores... I don't understand that. I mean, I do, but what makes them so much more attractive? It must be something inherent in our natures--did anyone read that article in Scientific article where they morphed all the pictures of women people had rated as beautiful and it came out this long blond haired, green eyed woman. Welp, guess that'll not be me. ;)

While lying on the couch with my sister, sides weak from laughter, I wonder why I don't laugh like this at school. Sure, I do laugh a lot at school, especially when around Ayesha, Mel, or Molly, but it isn't this sort of breathless exhilirating laughter that makes you completely forget everything else...

Can anyone tell me what love is? I know this is a trite subject for pseudo-intellectual musings, but--nevertheless... Is it when you can't wait to see him again the next day? Always want to be around him? When you're in the same room with him, you just want to keep talking to him?

Oh, before I forget--hopefully new layout soon for December. :)

Becky's birthday party--ah yes. Going to it reminded me why exactly I don't go to these types of parties. It was inane. The most I got out of it was realizing that two couples were together. Which was interesting. And I also realized that certain people care more about other people than they do about me, which made me kind of sad until I realized that I couldn't give a cow's bell what they thought (Yes, stupid replacement for swear word--but I am honestly trying to swear less ever since I found out that a person swears a lot now and probably thinks it's so cool). But I had a great conversation with Molly who I haven't really talked to in a while; she made me feel better about an issue that I've been thinking about a lot recently.

I have a hate/love relationship with my phone. Don't you hate how it seems whenever you're not home you get like a ton of calls, but when you actually are home, it never ever rings for you? And then how there are people who you always have to call and they never call you but once in a blue moon? I sometimes wish I had more people call me--there are specific friends I wish would call me more often, but oh well. Maybe the phone is just not my medium.

Outside it's so frosty looking, but full of the sort of cold beauty only winter can posess. As I took my sister on her paper route I saw children outside building little snowmen with the inch of snow we have and I thought: Wouldn't it be great if I could still do that, be without a care in the world? Children under the age of 10 really don't know how lucky they are. It's pretty much like after 10 you have to just work your ass off unless you are naturally wealthy or something. Or you just don't care about being rich or--you know what I mean.

The feelings I have for Remi seem to have intensified--I don't know what to do about them though. I don't know if he likes me, it seems so sometimes, that tantalizing slip of the tongue means something. I don't know. All I want is someone to hold me and be there for me when I'm sad.