Sookie... Isn't She the Cook?

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Physics today was amazing. Aside from getting our tests back, I got proof that Mr. O is possibly the most amazing human being ever (I know you'd already figured this out, but it's new to me). The details will come to you later, but in short,
1. Belinda and I are the best at predicting things... ever.
2. Gilmore Girls and vector addition have much more in common than you'd ever think.

I thought you should know that I love you. Although I went through a not-so-good part of my day, I have amazing friends and you head the list, my juicy pineapple.

Oh, my. Cheesy and hackneyed adolescent sentiments. Just what I was trying to avoid on this blog.

Too Young

I had a weekend that was equally uncomfortable as amazing. I got burnt, tried to speak some rusty Spanish, got sick, watched a movie where the protagonist was a younger me, got thrust into things that were not at all at my age level, and ate three plates of Indian food.

My throat burns. I miss you. It's supposedly going to snow tonight, but you're a couple hundred miles away.

A Riposte

Spirit Week: Yes! See, I'll demonstrate my unparalleled (sort of) enthusiasm and school spirit in my dress, while sneering with derision at school spirit when I... well, you know. Forgo a couple activities.

D.C.: You know I'll never forgive you for not taking me, right? Ever. This could be the greatest birthday present I would ever receive. Sigh. I think this would be a perfect youtube opportunity. I'd much rather hear your commentary on the inauguration than some silly Fox News reporter or whatever. Plus I could show the video to my great-grandchildren.

Something I've recently discovered:
- I make up way too many words. I mean, it's somewhat acceptable in Spanish where I invent words that exist in French. But in English? Dredges of Latin find their way up through my subconscious, and I blurt out words and hope they're right. Like laud. Is that a word? In latin, the infinitive is laudare (oh wait, dictionary.com just confirmed that it is, indeed, a word).

Condo # 8

My dad, wherever he goes, has an obnoxious talent of finding the most random radio stations on the air. What am I listening to right now? "Miss Independent". When was that popular? Something around 5 years ago, I think. And "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera? To give you a frame of reference, the first time I remember hearing that song was at the Christmas part of some family friend in Alabama. I was always the eldest, both in age and maturity (there were two boys my age, Hunter and Alex, but I never hung out with them because they were mean. Turns out that the fact they were so mean was because they liked me. Boys.) so I was too old to talk to the kids, but too young to talk to the adults, although (trust me) I tried. I went off to a bedroom and started watching t.v. and eventually, other little kids found their way to me and were watching too. The video for "Beautiful" came on. I don't know if you've ever seen it, but as far as I remember it consisted mainly of gay couples kissing. I just thought it was sort of wierd, but I didn't really care because I loved Christina Aguilera. The kids' parents came in, saw what was on t.v., and asked me to change the channel. I was pissed.

And that was a long, long, long time ago.

My favorite parts about skiing/snow:
- The mountain. I've been hiking, skiing, and snowboarding on this mountain. I love it. Shaun White has also been on this mountain.
- Meeting a fmaily from Cancun in the gondola who had never seen snow before and speaking to them in Spanish. They were so sweet.
- Jesus, French people are everywhere.
- Snow! Although none fresh.
- New years, tonight. December 31st is one of my favorite days of the year.

Santa Magic Hands

Today is Christmas day. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what joy was brought to me by the smooth, glossy pages of the Songbook accompanying your Songs For Christmas album collection appropriately delivered to me by Santa Claus this morning. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what love courses through my body as I study the chord charts you so generously included for my future playing pleasure. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what exaltation do I feel when reading the entertaining essays, short stories, and memoirs you so commendably chose to print in the book.

Oh Sufjan Stevens, be mine, you and your musical gifts, witty lyrics, and silky voice.

I love you, Santa Claus.

Whether you're a brother

My dad came home from Germany today and brought me back a Santa Clausette from the Breuninger Confiserie. I love Breuninger. It's like the German Bloomingdale's, and it comes from a city I partly rep, Stuttgart.

Santa Clausette? Yeah. It's actually somewhat racy, but cute. I love it.

Academics

I wish that the brilliance I demonstrated in ridiculous math (aka a mathematical inequality about the prospective awesome of hypothetical families' initials) were equally demonstrated in real math.

PSAT results are in, and I still hate standardized testing.

I think I might be going to a "Jesus Dance' on Sunday. I have never been to a "Jesus Dance", and am absolutely bewildered as to what that entails. I haven't actually been to a church in 5 years, I think, if I were to exclude Jewish temples.