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get into college...asap.

get an A in ap physics. um lol there is already an "a" in that, but yeah.

draw, draw, draw...

learn every aspect of calculus, with the goal of finding an equation for a sfwloosh.

make a plush octopus....no, septipus.

make a plush camera....lol...

learn the strange and fascinating mysteries of photography...and perhaps get another camera...or two...

discover more amazing music via internet

buy cds of said music

find out what the hell i want to do with my life

find out why I have no friends and possibly remedy the situation (or possibly retreat into my imagination)

have some fun in my last year of high school...and bring the ol' nikon so i can upload pix of it all to facebook

untangle the physics-calculus web and reveal the surprising incestuous connections between the two (with the hopes that it will make physics more enjoyable for me somehow)

find that perfect guy...or just dream him up. build him, mold him out of the thoughts and dreams and perceptions in my head, and bring him to life somehow...

write, write, write. write everything.

make metalworking my newest passion

master ceramics. do something sculptural that no one's done before.

avoid the raptors somehow....unless they agree to eat casey!! [link]

make 1000 paper cranes.

read some more classic literature. anyone want to recommend anything?

update my vocabulary. dictionaries ftw.

press some leaves and flowers.

write a short story...or two.

really figure out differentials/integrals. not just because i want to mathematically define the sfwloosh. but because it's effing awesome!

learn more french.

*ahem* learn more dirty things in french.

buy new nail polish! pretty colors! @_@

make a blog or something. and then figure out what to post on said blog. (and then cry because nobody cares about said blog)

create a webcomic about my life! or just life in general.

get a friggin rubber duck. that creepy one brian richmond gave me is staring me down right now. i want a normal one to offset its weirdness.

get a domo plush somewhere. i just need domo right now.

get a boyfriend somehow so that my life seems complete somehow. even though i know that won't make my life complete at all. did i already mention this?

forget the whole relationship thing. everyone puts on a mask for society and honesty is long dead. when you think you've found someone, you're both faking it, even if you don't think so at the time. but it becomes apparent later. the masks grow and change, the inside stays void...wth am i talking about?

go back to thinking I'm perpetually single, and that it's a good thing. because when people are supposedly compatible, they just don't know each other that well. and we don't know ourselves that well, we're all... confused...

oh, and try to be a little more optimistic. and a little less bipolar.

do something entirely new and unexpected.

put money into savings.

update my dA more often.

get a job maybe?

write something really meaningful or awesome on a bathroom stall.

try doing new stuff with my hair.

you know what? society is really dumb and backward. why are all these poor women getting exploited on the internet, concentually or not? makes all these sick people and their sick ideas perpetuate. the internet makes all this violence get worse. all this smut and violence. it's what society has become as a whole. i wouldn't want to raise a kid in this world. how could any child stay uncorrupted for long? maybe we should just break away from this stupid stuff and start our own new planet. just for us sensible people. we could break down this technology and go back to when things had meaning...

somehow become better at public speaking, or speech in general. I am a chronic st-t-tutterer.

what do guys like in girls? what about me makes me unattractive to guys? i want to find out.

and if/when i find/reason out the answer(s), i'll try not to be really glum when i find out how cynical this world is.

write music for piano. i need to get some sonatas on paper. i need to get these symphonies of thought out of my head somehow.

take an IQ test. and find out i'm intellectually about average. i bet.

get some more nifty neon colored nail polish. i'm digging my barbie pink nails, even though i despise barbie pink!

write something really funny and epic on a physics test when i don't know the answer (like that there's an elephant in the way). although i once had a calc test and i didn't do the bonus question right and did a lot of extensive calculations before i realized i was approaching it wrong, so i just put some crazy lim x->0 of a really huge mess =42. Funny, it ended up just being -3/8 or something like that.

I'm thinking i need to improve my skills of persuasion and debate. that way i can actually look like i have some sort of legitimacy in an argument when i KNOW i have the right answer. that's the irony there. I'm right but i can't prove it. Dammmmmn.

find out what ayn rand was getting at. i'm reading "the fountainhead" because i *cough* "lifted" it from the library. (it hasn't been checked out in years, why should i bother?) I feel like i need to find out whether she's right or not. or what she's even trying to say. (I'm only 60 pages in) if it's something good, I'll read "atlas shrugged" too.

I really really need to find some method of reducing my procrastination intake.

should i put up wanted signs or something?? it's like i'm off the radar. are they scared of me? why would anyone be scared of me? am i scary? these are important questions.

I am SO going to make a spoof of john steinbeck. he's the worst author EVER. Golden friggin cream with chunks of good and evil! Bahahaha! It's Spoof Soup! Bad writing, but not quite! Don't you just love how, instead of describing stuff, he describes what it ISN'T, and then beats around the bush for so long you forget what the hell he was describing in the first place! It's comic, really. He totally spoofs himself, no effort on my part.

Why doesn't Mrs. Naron have a decent sense of humour? I come in to the class to take a physics test with a blue spotted dinosaur on my desk. She sees it while she's collecting the tests, and she's just like, "What is that." Like it was some sort of yucky thing and she really wasn't interested at all. I have to imitate her for you to know what I mean. And I tell her like, duh, you know? "It's a dinosaur." Slight humor/excitement in my voice, since I made the thing and it's friggin adorable. Mah little stegosaurus. And then Riley chimes in, "It's the lucky dinosaur of science!" She sort of repeats that, with less enthusiasm than when I talk about economics (okay, alllllmost). She must have no appreciation for good sculpture. And come on. A hell of a lot of physics went into making that dinosaur!! Friggin friction! And gravity, when the one spike fell off in the kiln! It's a typical physics experiment! How short-sighted could the woman be?!

so, um, does riley just tell me these things because he's like that, or because he has some reason to want to impress me? (by these things i mean everything he says to me on a daily basis. you know, about how he makes hovercrafts and electromagnets in his spare time...)

why can't I decide on a decent identity to take on? I've gotta be everything and everyone at once. maybe that's why I'm so confused. hahaha.

i think it would behoove me to try and figure out what :devMerlinxswordfish: was saying in his journal. or any of his journals. he's a smart dude.

i should set aside a time to laugh about how Andrew Bush is perpetually unrequited in love. (Come on, it's funny. Also, I can totally imagine him as a pimp, I thought of this today.)

Hmm. Should apologize to my lunch table for spending Tuesday's period with Aaron Callahan. I'm sorry, guys. Still your loyal lunchmate forever. I just need my Aaron time, I guess. I know he's a perv and he wants me to have his children and all, but I needed the comic relief then.

I should read Jane Eyre.

Hm, about "the fountainhead," it freaked me out yesterday when a double coincidence occurred. Leica was just talking about people being stabbed with icicles the other day. That may be the most obscure thing on earth, but one of the main characters in the book was doing something and it reminded him of stories where people got stabbed with icicles. I dog-eared the page and was a little weirded out then. And I was watching teen Jeopardy! to my great displeasure last night and lo and behold, the final jeopardy category was architecture. Um, the entire book is about architecture. *blinks* This stuff happens to me all the time, actually. But i'm superstitious enough to take it seriously.

Plot Casey #5's death. Amen. 'Nuff said.

haha meant to do this for quite some time. searched word reference for swear words.

i should figure out something really cool to say right now.

*insert goal/secret desire here*

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