Mailed.

I shall be a beaver. A dorky beaver. A warm, dorky beaver basking under the waving palm trees.

And the 8 AP tests I am set to take over the next three weeks are now completely worthless.

Chickenman!

As requested by Hawk:


I'll upload a better picture after I get my hands on a camera. Webcam pictures aren't so great.

Accompanying song:
Chickenman
Lyrics by Flailing Quail

Chickenman, Chickenman
He ain't got no chicken in his pan
He ain't got no poultry in his van
But he's got a fine chunk of ham

Chickenman, Chickenman
He's got a sunburn and a tan
He sits next to the electric fan
And when you rang the doorbell, he ran

Chickenman, Chickenman
He gets a whole lotta spam
He clears his inbox when he can
But he's Chickenman.

(meant to be sung in a blues-y manner with a bit of a swing to it)

Can you tell my aspiration is to be an artist/singer/songwriter?

Studying for APs? Naaah

Quail has kindly included my lament about unfair Picture This judging, but SciOly turned out differently than expected. Quail and I plunged into the Cell Bio test without having studied a lick. The test was 40 questions about strange proteins and cell functions we had never heard of. To the tune of "Chicken Man" ghosting through our heads, we blasted through that thing, selecting answers at random.

And we got third place. 

Unfortunately, WIDI was not as successful, for reasons we have not yet ascertained. I'm not too happy about that, but two medals at States is no chump change (The other was a first place from Health Science. Wawoot). 

Right after waking up at 5 AM and 5 hours of testing and running around a pond filled with the fattest koi ever, I blasted off to prom. It was a whirlwind of glitter, chocolate fountains, and angry policemen. Not very many pictures were taken, but the whiplash in my neck from all the dancing/headbanging will serve as sufficient memory. 

Note to Quail: Please post the lyrics to "Chicken Man," and possibly a video as well. The Internets deserves to see it. 

Relentlessly marching on

As Hawk stands in the background with a bodyguard-like stance, I am currently listening to Phantom of the Opera and contemplating studying Cell Biology in the next 3 minutes, but that seems like plan doomed to fail.

Also, as Hawk would like to protest: King --> Kingdom. They are like peas in a pod. More related than brothers and sisters!


Quail also stayed up until 2 AM altering her prom dress, and currently is popping caffeine mints like the candy they are.

More to come after today finishes.

Lay your weary vocal cords to rest

I'd forgotten how tiring social functions are. The lone warrior prowling around the forest of legs and chairs and sofas, drink in hand, looking for victims to corner, or rather, the small mouse timidly approaching a roving band of friendly capybaras, reassured that everyone is a rodent, but all the same intimidated.
No, that was just an excuse to put in a picture of a capybara.

All capybaras aside, the Yale admit reception was (wait, did you know that 'capybara' is not in the Firefox spellcheck? Blasphemy!) very informative, in an informal way. It was relaxed and easy-going, and people generally mixed quite well. It was like a colloidal suspension of two types of particles that mix well together.

At any rate, I have not posted in far to long, and have been remiss in my duties. I suppose I shall report on the status of Science Olympiad, which is currently in a state of disarray due to changing schedules. We did, however, make shirts! Oh happy day!

Pictures tomorrow.