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theladyroseI am being bad and slacker-ish, i.e have semi-abandoned my New Year's resolution not to procrastinate. Now that I have no more APs and SAT IIs to take, I am starting to slip into "I like the sound of deadlines as they pass by" mode. I have been self-justifying with "Well, I did take 14.5 hours of standardized testing, not including prep work and study time, so don't I deserve a break?" I don't think I will be able to resist rewatching a Danger Man episode for much longer; I need to go make some new screencaps for The Cat anyway.
There is also the lovely prospect of summer, something which haven't really looked forward to in years. Sophia is going to Harvard with me! She's taking intensive double physics, so she probably won't have as much free time, but hopefully we'll still have plenty of time to roam around Cambridge and act like nerds in desperate need of social lives together. It seems much less scary now flying across the country by myself. The sleepover at Sophia's on Saturday was quite fun as usual, especially when we climbed that Eiffel Tower of rope thing at the nearby park.
Apparently I'm on the front page of the Peninsula section of the big local paper. That was sort of weird having random people come up to me and tell me about it. Of course, Julie looks quite nice and I just happen to be nearly falling alseep in it, hee! It's a photo from a really boring assembly of the audience "paying rapt attention." Yeah, right. This was easily the dullest assembly all year.
The first time I ever appeared in a newspaper, it was in a big group photo of my girl scout troop taken for an article about one of the community service projects we did when I was about ten. I miss my old girl scout days when we would volunteer in soup kitchens, sew nifty things onto our sashes, and go up to Hidden Villa for campfires, horseback rides and hikes. And every year I placed second in my troop for selling the most boxes of cookies; the most I ever sold was 237. Those were the days when I would actually go around my very hilly neighborhood and ring every single doorbell knowing that none of my friends lived nearby and had tried selling them anything. One family across the street, the Wests, would buy 13 boxes every year. Sadly, Mr. West passed away a few years ago, and his widow will probably sell off their wonderfully quirky avocado green house within the next few years because the upkeep is getting to be too much for her.
I got fed up with my old LJ layout because on some computers the text scrunches up into this really narrow column thing (as far as I can tell, this is only an IE problem) and is hard to read. I've managed to keep most of my old color scheme but chose a (hopefully) more readable format.
There is also the lovely prospect of summer, something which haven't really looked forward to in years. Sophia is going to Harvard with me! She's taking intensive double physics, so she probably won't have as much free time, but hopefully we'll still have plenty of time to roam around Cambridge and act like nerds in desperate need of social lives together. It seems much less scary now flying across the country by myself. The sleepover at Sophia's on Saturday was quite fun as usual, especially when we climbed that Eiffel Tower of rope thing at the nearby park.
Apparently I'm on the front page of the Peninsula section of the big local paper. That was sort of weird having random people come up to me and tell me about it. Of course, Julie looks quite nice and I just happen to be nearly falling alseep in it, hee! It's a photo from a really boring assembly of the audience "paying rapt attention." Yeah, right. This was easily the dullest assembly all year.
The first time I ever appeared in a newspaper, it was in a big group photo of my girl scout troop taken for an article about one of the community service projects we did when I was about ten. I miss my old girl scout days when we would volunteer in soup kitchens, sew nifty things onto our sashes, and go up to Hidden Villa for campfires, horseback rides and hikes. And every year I placed second in my troop for selling the most boxes of cookies; the most I ever sold was 237. Those were the days when I would actually go around my very hilly neighborhood and ring every single doorbell knowing that none of my friends lived nearby and had tried selling them anything. One family across the street, the Wests, would buy 13 boxes every year. Sadly, Mr. West passed away a few years ago, and his widow will probably sell off their wonderfully quirky avocado green house within the next few years because the upkeep is getting to be too much for her.
I got fed up with my old LJ layout because on some computers the text scrunches up into this really narrow column thing (as far as I can tell, this is only an IE problem) and is hard to read. I've managed to keep most of my old color scheme but chose a (hopefully) more readable format.
