Tuesday, June 16, 2009

On the Job

Lifeguarding's not as boring as they say it is.

I also got a t-shirt, a tank top, AND a sweatshirt. Free t-shirts usually seal the deal for me (if you had seen me at JavaOne, you would understand), but I got SO much more.

Work-wise, I was uncertain and shy. And confused. If someone had had an underwater spinal, I think I would have had a heart attack and just added to the list of problems. But luckily, the patrons were unable to see that. A lifeguard has POWER. Some little kid wasn't minding his mother and getting out of the pool like she was telling him to. She spent five minutes trying to convince him while I looked on from far away in amusement. Finally, because it was in keeping with pool rules that nonswimmer kids can't be in the water without parents, I took one step over and looked him in the eyes. He got out.

Yessss.

I think I also started to appreciate the process of growing up a bit more. I've spent a few days cleaning up my room and throwing out a bunch of old papers, and the phantoms of reminiscence have been hovering over me for a while. Today just served to emphasize, in Mr. Dunbar's words, where I have been and where I am going. I was guarding a parent-child swimming lesson where the kids were TINY and the parents were holding them up and teaching them how to put their faces in the water. Other proud parents were standing on the pool deck and camcording and taking photos and encouraging them. It was kinda sweet.

Still, my sense of humor tends to drown out my sentimental side. I was amused at how the little kids were flailing around in the water, half-drowning. And I wondered--did I ever look like that?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Moving On

What a CRAZY awesome week (with one exception).

It was pretty much fun with the friends EVERY day until Friday. I'll give a brief rundown of the incredible awesomeness before I go on to the more serious things.

On Monday, there was a lot of rockbanding, during which I did what I do best and wailed on the drums, still unable to play past the medium level unless someone else did the footpedal for me :(. I also got a new song addiction: Move Along by the All-American Rejects. I also watched the best Pixar movie ever. Yes, Wall-E was great but Up is just AMAZING. There was no random, magical ending. The physics of it might not have been perfect (if the house could float with them inside, then how could they anchor it to the ground?), and I was slightly dissatisfied that the Asian boy was portayed as chubby and having very little real-life experience (instead, invested in his books and what they taught). However, it must be noticed that his VA was actually Asian. Baby steps, I guess.
Then there was mooching of free food at the school barbeque, and afterwards the Senior Awards Ceremony, during which both Quail and I were regaled with awards. I got a few that I didn't know existed. A bit shocking, and random parents came up to me afterwards to express their congratulations. EGO BOOST X 1000!

On Tuesday morning was graduation practice, which was not notable in any way. However, it also came with a trip to Raging Waters! It wasn't perfect weather--kind of cold and foggy, which sucks when you're spending the whole day dripping. Still, we managed to make fun our own way while standing in long lines, whether it was by singing "Chickenman" or becoming involved in long, completely pointless discussions. We also almost missed the bus, apparently having gotten the departure time wrong, but we made it :).

Wednesday, of course, was graduation. WAHEY--or not. It was a lot less exciting than it sounds, and a lot shorter-feeling than I expected. I spent the entire time worrying that my cap was sliding off my head before I figured out how to use my tassels to maintain it in horizontal equilibrium on my head. Still, I had to walk extremely slowly to shake the board members' hands, which was kind of embarrassing. Note to the next generation: unless you have a large head, clip your hat to your hair to save yourself a lot of worry. I lost my cap in the tossing afterwards, but I didn't mind because I had taken the tassels off (another note to those of you graduating later).

Immediately afterwards was a trip to the USS Hornet. That would require a blog post all by itself, so I'll just say that it was AWESOME. Except for the tour through the boat. Tip: when there's a party on a boat, no matter how bored you are, don't spring for the tour because it's a waste of your time...you also have to spend a lot of time standing up while your elderly tour guide takes a leisurely break in the only chair. That sucked.

We got back to school at about 4 am, then there was a mini-sleepover, during which an all-nighter was attempted and failed. We slept until 12, then had a productive time planning JAPAN. We're leaving in 8 days ^_^ How exciting is that?

Then all the things I need to do hit me in the face. I gotta start being concerned with finances as far as paying for Japan goes. I've sold books on Half.com and made about 20 bucks (even subtracting the amount I paid to ship), but unfortunately I don't have a checking account and all the money was diverted to my parents--so I pretty much just lost a lot of time spent walking to the post office and spent 10 bucks out of my own pocket.

I also really need my license, but haven't gotten the insurance papers today in time for my test tomorrow. I also don't even know if I CAN take the test tomorrow because I may need to work. Lifeguarding, which I planned to do in order to earn the money I need for Japan, turns out not to be as reliable as I had hoped. With the two weeks' leave for Japan, I haven't received constant hours yet, a fact that my dad saw fit to lecture me on last night.

Talk about your pointless lectures. I don't even know what he was trying to tell me. He was pissed about the lack of a definite plan. I get that. But I offered to cancel Japan (did not LIKE it, but if I had really needed to I guess I would have) and he got even madder. When y'all become parents in the future, before giving your kid (or charge, because I am no longer a kid!) a huge lecture, PLEASE have an idea of what the hell you're trying to tell them and don't drag out the lecture while you're trying to figure it out yourself. And especially don't repeat yourself 20 times and keep cutting off the other person when they try to repeat themselves to hammer it through your thick skull. Also, when they stop talking, it's not because you're right (so PLEASE don't feel like you are), but because they are SICK and TIRED of you not listening to what they're trying to say and have just given up on you. Because, seriously, repeating your point does not make it right and will not change the "facts" that you are hung up on.

Sorry about the rant there, but I'm pretty sure a lot of you with occasionally unreasonable parents will understand. But I'm not condoning precociousness and impudence on the Eyrie here, because your parents are your parents, and no matter how much you hate them at times, they did pay about a million bucks to raise you by the time you're 18. That's a million bucks they could have spent on themselves. So...note to self, don't begrudge $20 going to their bank account, earned by selling books that they paid for.

Once again, countdown to Japan: 8 days!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Coincidence? I think not.

This weekend, instead of working on my English project (memorizing a 10-minute scene from Crime and Punishment to perform in front of my classmates, who will undoubtedly be bored and drooling), I decided to read Twilight. Fortuitously enough--or not; it may simply be an augur of unpleased gods--guess what showed up on xkcd today? http://xkcd.com/591/

Before you all kill me (or hug me to death, depending on which of my friends you are), it was a spur-of-the-moment decision that had been haunting me for a while. Ever since catching a snippet of the movie , I've been wondering exactly what made those fangirls scream every time the dude--the dude--appeared on the screen. How could a simple novel incite those teenybopper fangirls to produce high-decible noises outside the pitch of human hearing?

No, I have not become a fangirl. Fampire. Phanpyre (that one actually looks cool. Maybe I'll adopt it for my new username somewhere). I have not randomly fallen in love with Pattinson, nor do I find Taylor Lautner any cuter than I already did. Thus, my experience proves that Twilight is not magical and does not have any subliminal messages encoded into the text, or panels of addictive scents sewn into the bindings. It is nothing more than a teen phenomenon. 

I did read the entire series--3.5 books in 2 days, and 4 in 3. I was...rather unimpressed. Meyer knows how to write, but I do wish that she had picked a different topic. The first book, as many complain about, describes to death (no pun intended) how hot Edward is. Fine. I get it. I don't really care. But I was astonished at how many ways she came up with to reiterate that fact, as there really wasn't anything repeated -- other than "the smooth flat planes of his chest." Unfortunately, that one has been brought up about 20 times. Argh. I'm chugging through the last one (still avoiding memorizing those lines--no one cares about Zametov, anyway :( ) but becoming more and more unimpressed as I continue. I find it a bit predictable--no, very predictable. Then again, at this age, I have been exposed to so many storylines and TV sitcoms that I have a horrible habit of knowing what is going to happen next, rather like a rabbit with well-tuned intuition. Or a freak with wikipedia at her fingertips. There are still some stories out there that shock me, like One Piece. 

Speaking of which, I'd like to display a bit of a conversation between me and Quail last week.

Hawk: "Epic One Piece is epic."
Hawk: "Epic Naruto is...~makes face~"
Quail: "Fail. Epic Naruto is fail."

Come on, Kishi, we know you have it in you >_>.

I never did get around to my half.com story, so I can save that for another time.  

Monday, May 25, 2009

I hate spiders.

Ever since Friday, I've been followed around by creepy-crawlies.

Rather than write out a nice, prosey story, I shall conduct an Eyrie first and post snippets from my AIM conversations during the attacks.


Day 1

Hawk (10:46:22 PM):  i was going to the garage to put my laundry in the dryer

Hawk (10:46:25 PM):  and i see

Hawk (10:46:31 PM):  two FAT spiders hanging out on the wall

Hawk (10:46:34 PM):  so me being scared of spiders

Hawk (10:46:41 PM):  i get the flyswatter from the top of the fridge

Willing Ear (10:46:47 PM):       ewwww

Willing Ear (10:46:49 PM):       spiders?

Hawk (10:46:56 PM):  and take a few eons to get the courage to whack one of them

Hawk (10:46:57 PM):  and i miss

Hawk (10:46:59 PM):  but it's dead

Hawk (10:47:01 PM):  so it falls onto the floor

Hawk (10:47:07 PM):  then i stare at it and poke it

Hawk (10:47:10 PM):  and it vanished

Willing Ear (10:47:13 PM):       O_O

Willing Ear (10:47:15 PM):       WHAA??

Hawk (10:47:21 PM):  i think i poked it into the crack between the wall and the floor or something

Hawk (10:47:26 PM):  so i'm like

Hawk (10:47:28 PM):  ..scareed

Hawk (10:47:32 PM):  then i move on to the next one

Hawk (10:47:35 PM):  brave, intrepid soul that i am

Hawk (10:47:44 PM):  and this time i hit it

Hawk (10:47:49 PM):  but it's also dead, because it just falls to the floor

Hawk (10:47:54 PM):  then it starts twitching or something

Hawk (10:47:59 PM):  and i look at it in confusion

Hawk (10:48:01 PM):  suddenly i notice

Hawk (10:48:06 PM):  the corner it fell into

Hawk (10:48:08 PM):  is covered

Hawk (10:48:10 PM):  by a spiderweb

Hawk (10:48:23 PM):  with a daddy longleg (formerly just hanging out) that is now running for its life

Hawk (10:48:25 PM):  so i swat it

Hawk (10:48:28 PM):  and it's still moving

Hawk (10:48:33 PM):  so i get down onto the ground

Hawk (10:48:38 PM):  and beat the bajeezus outta that thing

Hawk (10:48:41 PM):  and i just realized

Hawk (10:48:48 PM):  i never ended up putting my laundry into the dryer

Day 2

~smashes a spider and doesn't sleep in her room that night~

Day 3

Hawk: dude it's ridiculous

Hawk: there was a pillow wedged between my bed and the wall

Hawk: i pull it out

Hawk: two spiders

Willing Ear #2: ewwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hawk: and one was squished

Hawk: ._.

Hawk: yesterday there was a big hairy one and i used my caltech welcome packet to kill it

Willing Ear #2: ewwwww

Willing Ear #2: omg

Hawk: sniffle

Hawk: and that's not even to mention FRIDAY's escapades

Hawk: ughh

Willing Ear #2: wow

Willing Ear #2: well... at least it's eventful?



Really, eventful is not something I prefer when it comes to spiders. 

Okay readers, so lots of people my age have had their baccalaureates and grad ceremonies and doodah. Unfortunately, I have no less than five more projects to do and lack the work ethic to do them. But anyway, I believe I speak for both of us avians when I say that we will have a bit more time now to actually post and entertain you all. So there are a few upcoming blags (are blahs on a blag considered blag?) that you'll want to keep an eye out for.

Last day of fanime tomorrow. Expect summary/opinion writing (maybe Quail will post some pics?). And also to come: a Hawk epic/narrative on my half.com selling experience.

Seeya soon, guys! And (^_^)V/ live long and prosper.

Friday, May 22, 2009

On the eve of something awesome

Finally finally finally.

The tests are done, the projects have begun multiplying like mutant hamsters, the hot weather is making me break out...

The stress has caused conversations between me and my friends to degenerate into a repetitive cycle of "YEUHH BOI!" "SHUT UP!" "when I'm talking to you" and, my personal favorite, "a foofle leffer thuffer thuffs."

Yes,  I think we are a bit burned out.

But we're almost there. After an incredible senior cut day involving wart-nosed squirrels, a canoe on an empty lake, and mashed potatoes inside a movie theater (not to mention SPOCK, which Quail has already expressed sufficiently), I think I'm recharged enough not to completely slack on my projects.

Though, today, for Spanish, I gave a little thought to an "anuncio" I was supposed to present. I made up a deep news story about changing social classes for that announcement (of course, not spending more than three minutes on it). Guess what? "Anuncio" means....commercial. Sigh. Thus, I winged that presentation like the mother of Pegasus.

I'll work a bit harder on math and physics projects, I promise.

But for now...FANIME TOMORROW!! I'd like to thank Quail for making my cloud pants for me, since I will be half-assing a White Beret from Oda's magnum opus One Piece. Half-assing meaning I have the hat and the pants, but will be substituting boots with "da fur" for combat boots and a white muscle shirt (stolen from my brother, which he does not yet know about) for a light purple tee (somehow, that was IMPOSSIBLE to find. Srsly). 

Still, it will be a smashing ~12 hours of otaku-ing, fandom, and wasting money. 

This, my friends, is adventuretime.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Live long and prosper

I know all my friends are completely sick of this, but....

SPOCK.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Celebratory hoopla

Oh birthdays.

I'm too young to think of them as "just another year gone by"! What ever happened to parties! PiƱatas! Sleepovers!

...Right, AP tests.
I place all the blame of the death of my childhood upon standardized testing. Fie on you, devilish multiple choice + guessing penalty! Curse your FRQs and DBQs and 'short' essays and other sundry torture devices!

Oh standardized testing, how I wish to be done with you. Soon the only tests we have to worry about are mid terms and finals! Oh frabjous day!

Speaking of standardized testing, are they all really that standardized? For the AP, perhaps, the curve takes care of making sure the grade distribution is equal, though I really do question the system when 86% of the people who take AP Chinese receive a 5.

For the SAT, there are clearly some groups that suffer and do poorly on the test not because of some flaw in their reasoning capabilities, but because they may not speak English well enough to discern the correct grammar of the sentence used above. Heck, it's difficult for native English speakers to do so as well (not alleviated at all by the fact that public schools are receiving less and less funding, and laying off more and more teachers).

There are some who would argue that this bias is by no means the fault of the test, and that the test does give an accurate score in regards to capabilities, since one won't be getting far without English.

At any rate, the rest of this discussion should be directed towards changing the system in a way that will be reflected in the test. It should also be written later.

Tata!


Also, Flailing Quail is about to become a bulldog. Ruff Ruff.