So, I just had a play performed, and it went really well! ladyjaida was there (you rock, ladyjaida).

apehead got me flowers. I was in severe shock, as I was expecting nothing of the kind. Thank you so much, apehead.

I'm very relieved that it's over...as is school this coming Tuesday!

I feel like this merits an update.

On Monday (May tenth), I came to school feeling slightly sick. Then, early in the morning, I actually got full-blown sick, complete with nasty details, and had to leave.

On my way home, my bus got hit by a cement-mixer. It was nothing serious, we were side-by-side, and a piece of metal under the cement mixer's side-view mirror punched through one of the bus's windows. Anyway, everyone was fine, even a woman who had been thrown from her motor scooter, she and at least one other person left in an ambulance, but they didn't have any injuries.

So I had a huge, gigantic, horrible, uphill walk home, and slept for basically the entire day. Another bus, however, hit my Dad on his bike. So the MTA probably has a hit out on us, or something.

I will not stand for this

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Yes, samenashi obviously considers the hate post a good thing, and is very proud of it. And now...has decided to friends-lock it, so nobody else can see it. Hmm...

We got some mail addressed to our street. However, it's addressed to a person who doesn't live here, and never has. This has happened before. Usually, it's because the senders have made the mistake of writing "street" when they mean "avenue", so it's not the post office's fault. Sometimes, though, they write "avenue", but the post office thinks it says "street" and brings it to us.

So my Dad went to bring it over to our address on the avenue, instead of our street, and found...some mail addressed to my brother saying "avenue" instead of "street".

It was originally postmarked February 11th.

It was repostmarked March 12th.

The letter was a notice about something that happened on February 28th.

Whoops.

Well, there went that.

SATs this morning (Saturday morning, I should say, now that it's after midnight early Sunday morning), with snarky proctor lady (they're even less happy to be there than we are, if that's possible, because this has no effect on them whatsoever).

She would snort at us and say things like "Come on! You guys are going to college next year, you gotta figure this stuff out!"

She asked if everyone was a senior, and I said I was a junior, and she asked me if the test was hard. As though I were a seventh grader (you laugh, but a seventh grader from my school was there taking them too).

Also, besides that seventh grader, three eleventh graders from my school were there besides me. It was kinda strange, all looking at each other, laughing nervously. Oh well.

Now they are over, and I can relax for the moment.

The other headmaster candidate came to talk to the high school. He was interesting...a little bit like the one who's leaving, kinda bizarre looking (a little toad-like).

I asked my question again (see previous post) and he gave an answer similar to the other guy's. He seemed more the right person for the job, though.

Three day weekend!

::slouches::

(a moment of silence for Johnny Depp not winning the Best Actor Oscar for Jack Sparrow)

and okay!

how 'bout that Lord of the Rings, 11 nominations, 11 wins, tied for most wins with Ben-Hur and Titanic. I like. (now Christopher Lee won't have to resign from the academy)

so...

they're interviewing people to replace the headmaster who's leaving after this year (and I know the title "headmaster" sounds really pompous, but hey--it suited the old guy fine) and one of the two candidates left came to talk to us.

Some people joked about how there are no grades at our school, and when you get in trouble you don't really get in trouble (although it's basically zero to sixty in ten seconds--either you're not in trouble, or you're expelled) and also about the highschool dances, and they got some laughs.

I raised my hand, and asked "What makes you better than the other candidate?"

People laughed.

People actually applauded.

It made me feel very special.

The guy said something like "I don't know...I might not be...(I shrug)...that's not a cop-out answer...(I shrug again)...maybe he's better than I am...(I shrug yet again)"

working on term paper, must slog through to get to essay, must kill both.

did some kick-ass work on my Writing Marathon Portfolio (yes, I know, everything at my school sounds really pompous--Writing Marathon is a week where the highschoolers do nothing in English class but write, and get no English homework but writing assignments) in a very, very short time.

Saturday I get to go to the open house thing that the summercamp where I work is having. this makes me very excited.

So, all in all, life am good.

Monday, went ice-skating with ladyjaida and cerulean_sky at school skate. See Jaida's post about it for snarky details.

have been eating lots of sushi, playing lots of piano, bemoaning the evil term paper of doom.

as I was coming home Friday about 6 o'clockish, there was a cluster of policemen around a man lying face down on the ground. I didn't stop to gawk (as many other people had) but as I passed some people at the end of the block, I heard "A guy got shot over there." So that's unpleasant. Not sure how he is, but he looked alive as I passed, so maybe he's OK.

I feel like I have to watch a movie. Just to enjoy something before evil work eats me alive.

My vacation to the British Virgin Islands, as described in monstrous detail below, mercifully in the form of lj cuts, so as not to give your friends page a loading time of three hours:

( Friday )

( Saturday )

( Sunday, Bloody Sunday )

( Monday )

( Tuesday )

( Wednesday )

( Thursday )

( Friday again, thank god. )

And there you have it.

Pictures of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Blurry Pics

( Horizon )

( Mile High Club )

( Hydrogenitalia )

( Caviar )

( Windjinn and Brother in Gear )

( Dad and Brother in Gear )

( Crab )

( Very Long Fish )

( Yellow Striped Fish )

...and really bad eggs...drink up, me hearties, YO HO!

We're off to the Caribbean! EEK!

Wednesday, snow day! helped make fudge-cream cheese-pecan brownies...so good!

Yesterday after breakfast, I went back to bed for two hours. I never do that, not ever. I must have been really tired.

so...went to a party last night, and took care of an actual baby for a little while...she's my third cousin, about a year old, and she really looks like a Maurice Sendak illustration...

am attempting to assemble enough pictures for a mood set, but it's slow going, because of a whole lotta printer/ink/paper problems...none of them my fault, all of them a humongous pain in the pants.

leaving on Friday for vacation in the Caribbean...and before anyone says "Say hi to Johnny Depp", or something like that, let me just say: I am going to an island called Tortola.

Tortuga...Tortola...kinda creepy.

We're doing rants in an acting class I'm in, and I did OK the first time around. Then, after another person did a rant, I just responded with this outburst of pure rage, and everyone was like "Whoa." I wasn't even thinking about it, too, it was like...about applause. Not something I'm really that worked up over.

Writing on and off...watching TV...the usual. Other than that...just relaxing.

so I watched Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and WOOHOO!

it was so awesome! people need to see this movie. I understand it's part of a sort-of-trilogy, not really, but, like, three movies about the same person, and it isn't necessary to see them in any order. The other two are El Mariachi (which cost $7,000 to make) and Desperado.

But Johnny Depp is a brilliant actor. I've said it before, I'll say it again, but the man is a genius. Just watch Edward Scissorhands, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Once Upon a Time in Mexico within a few days of each other, and you will see. It'll be sort of a Johnny Depp triptych.

A Depptych!

well, I just got back from taking the Literature SAT II, and boy oh boy. This is like...the Magna Carta of pretention. My god. "The sagacious fallacies of discombobulated parthenogenesis renders full the imagery of unfulfilled theocracy in the asystole of diastole..." yikes.

Also, the worst is being stressed. I worry internally, like...my stomach knots itself, and there's nothing I can do about that. But I don't go batshit studying. One girl actually arrived at the test center with a Princeton Review book. Erk. Whee! Watching Once Upon a Time in Mexico on DVD with ladyjaida!

GO JOHNNY DEPP!

ask ladyjaida, and she will probably groan, but I am a big quotes person. OK, that was a lie. I am a gigantic, humongous, crankinoferous quotes person. That said, here are a few of my favorite quotes from the American version of "Whose Line is it, Anyway?", and to all those purists out there: I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't watch the British one, I have no excuse not to since I have cable, but I just don't. I have Amerinertia.

Ryan: It's the cavalry! Well, they're in the wrong era, aren't they?

(Colin and Ryan are parachuting)
Women from Audience: WOOOOOOOOOO!
Ryan: I hope we don't land in that pack of wolves!

(Wayne is lying face down as Colin's surfboard)
Colin: Mine has a big bump in the back.

Greg: This message will self-destruct...nowBOOM!

Drew: I like how that one guy at the end made Ryan's getting-out-of-bed noise. (grunts)
Ryan: How do you know?
Brad: I told him!

Ryan: Hey, Colin, what bird makes the sound of our next band?
Colin: Why, the...tern.
Ryan: ...And what sound would that be?
Colin: ...Backstreetboys.

Drew: Africa's a big country in the middle of the world, right around near Madagascar--
Greg: It's also a continent, if you're a geographer.

Colin: I'm gonna go in there and make the sound of a duck, to confuse 'em!
Ryan: Let me hear it.
Women from Audience: Quack quack quack!
Colin: OK, now you're gonna make the sound of an elephant. Let me hear you do that.
Women from Audience: Quack quack quack!

Colin: Listen to this! (mimes firing weapon)
Girl from Audience: Kaaaaaa-BOOM!

Drew: Ryan had two shows...before he called me a fat horse on national TV.

Drew: Somebody give me an unlikely roommate couple.
Audience Member: Bill Cosby and Hitler!
Drew: OK, well, the name of the song you're gonna sing...(producer comes out to stop the song) oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Come on!
Ryan: Not that Hitler.
Brad: Rudolf Hitler!
Wayne(as Bill Cosby): Would ya like some Jello...Hitler?
Drew: Alright, somebody over there give me an occupation.
Audience Member: Insurance salesman!
Drew: Alright, the name of the song you're gonna sing is "Bill Cosby and the Insurance Salesman". (bleep)in' hilarious, i'nnit?

(unlikey things to hear when you put your ear to a seashell)
Wayne: PUTMEDOWN!

(during "Songs of the motorcycle")
Ryan: One of my favorite singers was Liberace. He played the piano mostly, but he sang a little, too.
Colin: ...You knew him better than I did. (shrugs)
Ryan: And I also really love his sister Mary. Mariachi music is one of my favorites--(audience groans) that was a long way to go for that one, wasn't it?
Colin: You could have gone there by motorcycle, and still had time to...see the Alps.

Ryan: We don't have any weapons!
Colin: My pants are filled of 'em!

(World's Worst TV show)
Drew: Ah, shut up, Mimi, ya fatso!

Colin(not guessing that he himself was being shown on a screen behind him): Well, it all began with a badly-timed bald joke.

we must all once again worship the fabulous ladyjaida, because it is through her paypal account that I now have...(cue dramatic music) a paid account!

WOOHOO!

I will pay you in several days, Jaida! No need to fret! In the meantime, I will placate you by reading copious numbers of Sharpe pictures to you for your mood themes.

She has also overcome my monstrous ineptitude, and helped me begin to amass some cool new icons. Here is one of them, his name is Chernabog, a Slavic death god. You may know him from elsewhere, however.

Jaida, you rock so much ass!

--Djinn

OK, people, this is how bored I am: name that character and source!

"Sometimes nothing can be a pretty cool hand."

"Sweetheart, you can't buy the necessities of life with cookies."

"I'm only an elected official here, I can't make decisions by myself!"

"I am the king. If it pleases me, you will marry Griswold."
"If it pleases you so much, you marry Griswold."

"Okay, I'd like to ask you one question. After months of pleading for just this kind of action, what makes you think that anybody--anybody could make me reveal the identity of my confederate?"
"Because they'd put you on the rack, crack your every bone, scald you with hot oil, and remove the nails off your fingers with flaming hot pincers."
"I'd... Like to withdraw the question."

"For murder or abduction, I'm your man. You've paid the price;
name your plan."

"He seems more the fool than the assassin."
"Or perchance a brilliant combination of both."

Happy hunting!

--the Djinn

Why does the Djinn update?

Well, I'll tell ya. I feel really pathetic reading all of these titanic journals, occasionally venturing a post, not having a proper home to call my own.

What's going on? Well, I'm pawing my way through school, constantly seeking ladyjaida, gravitating towards her humongously funny atmosphere.

Hope to see Peter Pan soon, as I hear there is a rather important scene involving the color pink.

Pirates of the Caribbean rocks. I'm sorry, and I certainly hope everyone knows this already, but I just have to be sure. It is actually the best movie. Other fantastic movies: the Lord of the Rings, the Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands. Older good movies: Cool-Hand Luke, Rear Window (the original with James Stewart), the Court Jester, Bedazzled (again, the original, with Dudley Moore and Peter Cook)

"Might I trouble you for something to wear? Or will it be bare-breasted, and ankles all the way?"
"...!!! Ankles all the way?!"

I post a post...arise, arise, arouse, arose.

A rosy nose?

...the pince, the pince, the pounce, the pants.

Pantyhose.