Monday, April 30, 2007


A parade, carrying the Dia Del Ni~no Queen, Princess and Ladies In Waiting for my school, including our dear little midget queen (she's a first grader! Although... she could be a second grader for all I would know unless they announced it! They're all shorter than me! Therefore, they're all midgets to me!) on top of what looks like a limo.

Happy Dia del Ni~no to all the kids out there (be they 1 or 101)

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I feel remarkably dead for someone alive

"No, just - stop laughing. That's better. Yeah. Okay, wave at Sanity... Can't you see her-? She's over there- yes, like that, wave byebye to Sanity. Good girl."

This is what comes of reading the Raining Noodles archives.
Actually, I think I was looking at the source code when I cracked up...
Weird. Source code makes me laugh.
Maybe it was the utter insanity of what I'm going to do on S.L.I..
Oh well. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to google HTML for the brainless, see what comes up.

Saturday, April 21, 2007


No, I haven't disappeared. I half wish I had; I'd love to see the comments. But aside from that? I haven't been posting because I haven't been doing much worth posting about. Let me think.
*sound of crickets chirping*
Well, my class went to the Pescadero school yesterday along with 5C and I managed to get a mouthful of sand falling off monkey bars, fell off a wall, walked on a tree, and had to get out of another tree - that had I fallen off of I would've been covered with mud, so good thing that I wasn't, I would've been in major trouble - precariously because of my teacher ("Rose! GET OUT OF THEIR TREE!" O.o). And what can be learned from that? That now my right arm hurts because I hold on longer with it for some instinctual reason because I'm right-handed, that I climb a lot, that football is boring to watch, that the reason I never play sports voluntarilly is because everyone assumes that if it's not intellectual I'll be awful at it and why let the awful people practice? We don't want equality and opportunity, we want to win so I don't get any practice, no one wants me on their team (however, I have never had "I'll take ___" "I'll take... Uh, professor, can I pick the rock?") and I feel bad about even playing because again, we're loosing, why should I play? I'll just make us loose worse...
Gods damn the star system at play in most schools. Or all. It seems to be basic human nature - and spiteful, ugly, and underhanded it is, it must be human nature.
People wonder why I call myself Cat. It's because, according to my observations, the human species is not one you would want to be anything more than a long-distance phone call away from sometimes. It is not something you want to be affilated with. It is something you can despise, regard with sympathy or fondness, or find funny, depending on your disposition and the time of day.
But it is not a species I want to be.
Tough luck.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

On Pronunciation of word that end in A

"You listen, you'll hear her saying R's [for words that end in A]-"
" 'Arse' is a completely different word."
*sound of laughter coming from behind a weighty book*

Friday, April 13, 2007

Exam results

Do you remember those panic-filled Mexico-wide sixth-grade exams I would rant about? If you don't, no matter; suffice to say that the prelims were eighty questions, all subjects, mystifying and A-D. Four of eighty I had to guess.
Out of something like 10,316 people, I learned Thursday morning, I got second place.
You probably think I was elated. And I was. But there was one thing that filled me with simmering resentment- if the exams had been a week later I wouldn't've had to guess those four! - and another that left me ruefully panicked, though that paled in comparison to the INCOMING! exams in LP where we would, of course, get to meet the mayor...
The teasing if the first place person was a boy, who out-exammed me, considered smart and a bit of a pain-in-the-butt feminist by the boys-
The teasing would positively kill me.

The title of this post was bland because otherwise, if it was to apropriately express my mood, it would be Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods... and I think I did that with Michael already. But, for the sake of mystifying you until I explain it on Evolution of a Writer*, and possibly and then some-
Seradoc somemighty on a stick...
This is really happening.
I'm scared.
*It (the thing in italics) is a reference to some of my favorites out of the gods and cavalcade of demigods I invented for the book that the surface area of dragons: The Evolution of a Writer chronicles the most.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

New drawings

I've been wanting to scan some of my drawings in particular for a long time, and thought you might like to see...
Also, I started a blog (another! Ye go- whoops, don't want to summon them again by accident - ) that chronicles my writing. Check it out if you like.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Yet Another Attempt- I must be crazy

I once *again* tried to rewrite the CSS on SLI. Still no sucessfullness: my code ruined the page, and I ended up having to reload the current hole-full, awful template from disk. I am coming to hate that blog.

I think I shall finally dream something to blog about!

Had a strange dream last night. Lesse. There was this thing on this beach, a privately owned beach - how weird is that - , and a bunch of people were invited - and did I mention my parents were still together? Weeeeeeirrrrdddd, I say - and so they were down at the end of this steeply slanted beach, but my best friend in the dream and her little brother got bored so we started walking up but around halfway up we stopped to rest in these enormous plastic beach chairs with red upholstery, honestly they were as big as cars, but then this huge! tidal wave came and smashed the chairs, and she was pulling him out and his foot was still in the chair when kablooey! and I was still sitting there but I had grabbed my stick because when I go to the beach, I always grab driftwood for witches' wands and staffs, and this one was a lovely six foot one and I got blasted straight out of the back of the for some reason slightly smoking chair and the stick stuck in the dune wall at the top of the beach, so I just held on since pretty much the wave just blew us to safety and as we screamed and screamed the alarm for the grownups, but then there was this huge wave going down the middle and most of the grownups were gone but my mom was running in front with her wrists drawn up to her shoulders, flapping her hands, kind of shriek-squawking and jumping with both feet together just ahead of the ravenous wave, which for some reason resembled a leopard seal, which prey on penguins, and my dad seemed to think she had gone nuts-
And then we were there, and the grownups were safe and pulling out their cell phones to chatter loudly about how "I was, like, so scared and there was like this huge wave, it was like huge," so we slipped quietly away to somewhere more interesting, to find someone who would care that the rapidly spreading wave had adverse effects on adults' sanity, already tenuous as it is.

This was a highly remarkable occurrence as I don't dream much. Maybe I'll make a habit out of it. It would be interesting to look like a dreaming nun.

Friday, April 06, 2007

How Blog Entries are Made

*looks askance at username and polishes nonexistent glasses, stroking beard* *remembers she doesn't have a beard* *her brain wanders off in search of cheese leaving her in front of a computer; ("Ah well," she shrugs, "might as well type, then")*
And that is how blog entries are made.
From a recent (ie happening right now) chat.

In other news, I am recovering from a very nasty flu going around. Of course it is nasty. Things that go around have a tendency to be nasty, otherwise they'd loose momentum and fizzle out.

Where are YOU coming from?

The meek are too meek to inherit

It's Raining Cats and Frogs
And the geek shall inherit the earth.
The GEEK, I said!
Are you hard of hearing or something? The GEEK!

I am a geek.