another lunchtime blog

Yes, here I am, at lunch, and yeah. So what now? I got the script for Robin Hood. Finally. I have THREE LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, they are said with about twenty other people at the same time, but still. It's better than West Side Story. Well, West Side Story had singing. That's different. If you count the singing, I had more lines in West Side Story. But whatever. I don't care. But man, my friends are looking over the script that my friend has because she's Maid Marian, and they're at a terribly awkward scene. Apparently she has to go on nude. That is fun. We are all sincerely hoping that the director will let her wear something over it. Apparently one of her lines is, "I shall not let that foul thing touch my body when you are here," or something. And then my other friend made a "that is what she said" joke. Man, my friends are SO funny. I wish I was that funny, but I'm WAY too lame. I can't even get a decent enough part to have enough lines for any "that's what she said" jokes. Not that I would want to. But whatever. I didn't get a good look at the script since I was only looking at the two scenes where I showed up. But whatever. I still have the script. So I can look at it later. If I feel like it. When I have to memorize my three lines. got to go.

i am back again

I have exactly fifteen minutes. I said I would clean my room fifteen minutes after I finished my homework, and now I am done with my homework so I have to clean my room in fifteen minutes. So I am going to type as fast as possible. Please excuse any spelling errors, the keyboard on the laptop is really lousy. I am going to go and spellcheck later. So anyway, I want to knit a lot of stuff but I do not know what to knit. So I was thinking that since I only have to go to nine rehearsals for the All Grades Play (Robin Hood), and the fact that I am a townsperson so I do not have to have my costume on super strict guidelines, I was thinking I could knit my costume. It would be freaking awesome, would it not? I could use my scraps ball for the majority of it, since basketball-sized balls of yarn can go rather far, and then I would use variegated yarn for gloves, even though I have absolutely no idea what season this is supposed to be in, and my fingerless gloves really suck, and I am supposed to be a peasant anyway, so I am going to knit gloves. It will be really effective because, once again, I am a peasant. My entire life is due to trying to pay off my debts and I have not got a lot of decent stuff to wear. So I am going to use really lousy-looking yarns to try and look the part. Even though I probably can not. Look the part, I mean. Yeah. Anyway, seven of my precious fifteen minutes have already passed. Oh joy. Anyway, now comes the time when I ask myself what I want to do with my life. Just kidding. Now comes the time when I randomly rant about absolutely nothing. Here meaning, in this case, my hopelessness at designing knitting patterns. So I am really lousy at designing knitting things. For example, I once knitted a fingerless glove. It was black. It was the worst thing ever. Seriously. There were holes between the fingers (even the thumb) and you could tell where the edge of the round was on the fingers (for things like gloves, knitters use double-pointed needles, which lets you work in a seamless circle). And I accidentally did a cable on one of the fingers. So, in short, it was one of the worst things I have ever made. On the other hand, I know a lot of stuff now about how to make fingerless gloves. For example, that is one thing I should probably never try to do again. Even though I should. For Robin Hood. Hey, a rhyme! So anyway, thirteen of my precious fifteen minutes have already gone by. *sigh*. You know what? I am just going to go for twenty minutes. Then I can start cleaning right on the hour. That would be really helpful. Number one, because I can type some more. Number two, because then I an say that I have been working for a certain number of minutes on my room because I will have started right at six. Which is nice. I think. Anyway, back to the land of me ranting about my lame knitting skills..... I can knit, but I am not really good at it. I know that everyone says, "oh, you are such a good knitter," but really, they are probably only saying that because I know how and they do not. For example, I can only knit scarves and hats and occasionally bags. But only if they are small bags. Like purses almost. And bookmarks. And gloves. Sometimes. I can do sweaters, but I have only ever finished the back half of one. Not very good, am I? Well, I can do a bunch of different stitches, but all those I learned from a book. And really, to do all of those stitches you really only need to know how to knit and purl and cast on and bind off. And, when you are learning a new stitch, you have to know what the symbols mean in the stitch pattern. Okay, my mom just came in and she said that I could do my reading/research for my English project before I cleaned my room. So I get to stay down here a couple more minutes, since she brought down my book (which is fiction) which I have to read for English (and incorporate into my project, unless I want to pile more work on myself and do one of the book report options, which I do not want to do). She is willing to count the book as research, as it is going to be part of my presentation. Sort of. My topic is about marriage. And India. And America. It is hard to explain. But it works. In my head. Sort of. Anyway, I have sort of almost reached the point where me ACTUALLY ranting about something is ACTUALLY somewhat close to the notes I did last night. Which is pretty freaking awesome. But to be honest, I doubt whether anyone is going to read this anyway, so nobody would really care. So that entire thing took me around twenty five minutes total. Wow. I was down here for ages when I was taking the notes. That is probably because I was reading and then writing and then reading and then writing and so on. Well, I have very much exceeded my fifteen minutes or twenty minutes or whatever it is supposed to be, so I should probably go do something productive. Like read the book I am supposed to read for English. Or something. Anyway, the point is, I CAN do stuff like rant for extended periods of time and exceed the length I used on this space for note taking. That is always fun. Except when it is not. Obviously. I mean, right? Whatever. Anyway, I am going to start reading when this clock says six twenty which is in four minutes. So.......yeah. I do not care what other people say, I know I can knit, but compared with a lot of people I am mediocre. I can not even finish a sweater and there are people who could probably knit about five sweaters in the time it took me to make the back half. So there. Plus, all those people who did those five sweaters also have the patience for ponchos and the skill to design their own sweaters from the basic pattern. Because to be quite honest, sweater patterns are basically, "do this many rows with ribbing/garter stitch. Change to larger needles. Work for this many inches. Bind of four stitches on each side. Work several more inches. Bind off everything." Seriously. That is basically it. Well, my time is up. I will see you later, or blog later, or whatever.

here I am

Well, I am back. I REALLY want to write more than I do when I'm taking notes, but I can never seem to have enough time to do so. Like now, for example. I'm not technically supposed to chill past five, but my mom isn't here.
Okay, how about this-I'm going to wait out this song (I'm listining to music, by the way) and then I'll go do my homework! Great!
So that means I have around....2 minutes. Great.
Anyway.....
Okay this is really lame. I want to write more than I did, and then I suddenly can't. This is really lame. Really, really lame. I know it. Life is weird like that, isn't it?
well, now the song is at an awesome part. But I can't stay long. Because now I have around....less than a minute. Oh great. I don't want to do my homework. I really don't. But I have to.
I'm going to go now. I'll be back when I have time to get the laptop and get back on here. The song's done now anyway.

lunchtime!

Well, I am BACK in full force, and I completely intend to talk more than I did when I was taking notes for my project. So here I am, rambling, as usual. So............how are you today? I am okay. I started another knitting project. I am finally going to use up my basketball-sized ball of scrap yarn that I started ages ago. I like my scraps ball because, well, you can never redo it exactly the same way. But I think that it is time I actually had a use for it, aside from having it take up space, so I am going to knit a blanket with it. Or part of a blanket. Or something really big. That I do not have to wear. Because that would be annoying. Because there would be a load of knots and it would be really uncomfortable. So I am making a blanket with it. That is what I am going to do. I am also thinking about knitting something to wear to my cousin's wedding in July. I might actually knit something for her. I would not know what to make, though. I mean, the only really nice yarn I can think of is alpaca wool, and, number one it is around twenty dollars per skein (the average is like between two and five for the basic acrylic), and number two it would be freaking hot to wear it wherever she and her boyfriend/ husband are going to live. Which is probably down south for at least a little while because my cousin is working down south and her boyfriend/ husband is still in college down south, so they are probably going to live there. That reminds me, what ARE we doing for a wedding present for them anyway? Well, sadly, I could not fulfill my goal of writing more than last time.

random two minute thing

Okay here I am. I have class in like two minutes so I can't stay long.
So last night I watched Emma because Cities of the Underworld wasn't on. Emma was okay, but it was really annoying that Cities wasn't on. I only missed like two episodes of season one/two, and now I'm missing like five of season three.
Emma is okay though. Jane Austen is a pretty good writer.
Well, my two minutes are up.
:(. Will be back at lunch. Maybe. :)

notes for the race and culture project

Okay, so my basic thing of what I'm going to do is I'm researching marriage issues for Indian females coming to America/live in America but were raised by an arranged couple. So I did some research about arranged marriage. I looked up some sites, but did not read them very thouroughly. So here is what I am finding out as I read the first website's information: The marriage symbolizes not only the union of the couple but the union of the family. Okay, that was about the only useful information from THAT link. moving on. The title of this page is "marriage legalities in India." There are several different religions in India, all with their own marriage laws. India acknowledges the individual's rights, and lets the individual have their own cumpolsory rules. Said rules are usually based around the rules of the religion of said person. For example, there is the Hindu Marriage Act, the Christian Marriage Act, the Parsee Marriage and Divorce Act, and the Muslim Marriage Act. What is a parsee, anyway? *note to self-look up parsee* For the Hindu Marriage Act (1955), the guy has to be at least 21 and the girl has to be at least 18. They should be of the same religion and should not be within the degree of a prohibited relationship. (what does THAT mean?) Divorce can be obtained on various grounds. Muslims also have their own personal law that says that Nikah or marriage is a contract, temporary or permanent, and it permits a dude to have four wives just so long as he treats them all equally. If I were one of the girls, I would be rather pissed that my husband married three other people as well. I wonder how that would work out, anyway. The Parsee Marriage and Divorce Act (1939) governs the provisions of their marriage. Well, that's descriptive. Same goes for Indian Christians under the Idian Christian Marriage Act of 1889. So all these people are governed by an act about how they should get married? I should look into this......
Anyway, there is also the Special Marriage Act. I don't think the U.S. has THIS many acts with regards to marriage only. Sure, the temples and the mosques and the churches and the where ever elses will probably have their own decorum where their subjects would be damnable to the underworld for the rest of forever for not marrying someone of their religion. But anyway, what of this special marriage act? Special Marriage Act, 1954. Those who get married with no formal wedding ceremony or a civil marriage are governed by this act. Those getting married under this act do not need to go through any more legal steps because in this case registration is itself the marriage ceremony. (?????) OH it explains in the next scentence- "so whatever your religion it is important to legalize your marriage ceremony." And that's the end of that bit. MOVING ON!

You know what? When the site's information on your topic was only a paragraph long, it's a lot easier to manage taking typed notes on it. But this link, although it probably has good information, would probably drive me insane, clicking from tab to tab. So I'm going to stop with the note-taking now and just read the article.
Just thinking, though...
This is probably the longest entry I've posted, except for the one with a load of space for dramatic effect when it was like "oh, tomorrow's blame someone else day... I didn't do it."
But seriously, it probably is.
Well, I've just been doing some more thinking. Mom said half an hour of research means I get to watch Cities of the Underworld tonight if it's on and Emma if it's not. So that means around ten more minutes of this and I'm free.
Wait, no, I still have to do my math homework.
And eat dinner.
And................yeah.
Oh, I should probably cite the links that I got the information from.
One moment please..........
http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:ALB0qSWBaIQJ:weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/indian-wedding-facts.html+indian+marriage+traditions&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2&gl=us
http://weddings.iloveindia.com/indian-weddings/marriage-laws-in-india.html
Okay!!
Based on the side scrolly bar thingie, this IS the longest post I have ever done ever. Yay me!
Man I wish I could write this much on regular posts when I wanted to.
Oh well.
I'm hungry.
Better get to that research!
I'm really hungry though...............

gah!

Well, here I am. Writing in my blog.
Right now I probably should be researching my race and culture project. I really should. But I am not. Because I do not really want to. That and the fact that I really, really, really, really, really do not get this project.
I do not get it because the teacher does not really give you enough to work with. Okay, scratch that, she gives you enough prompting to work with. It is just me that I am worried about. I am worried about me because I do not seem able to organize properly. And the project is due at the end of march.
What I really do not get is why the teacher is taking points off if we do not dress well enough or have a bad hair day. That is really mean. She used to teach college, which is probably why she would do that, but come on. We are in HIGH SCHOOL for Pete's sake.
Oh well.
I will go work on my project now.
Or do the best that I can.
I have an idea!
I will blog all my notes!
That is a good idea!
Okay, I am going to do notes in a new entry.
Later.

well, here I am

Here I am. I am NOWHERE near done with that stupid freaking English project, but on the other hand, I worked for two hours on research. My mom and I made a deal that if I worked for two hours straight then I would be allowed to chill and watch one of the movies we got last night. So that is what I did. I watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, which is probably one of the most ridiculously hilarious movies ever. I loved the first one (Bill and Ted's excellent adventure), which was most awesome, but the second one was most ridiculous. And I am not sure whether I spelled that right, but oh well. Now I have their eighties-surfer-dude-speak stuck in my head. By the way, yes, this is the one where Keanu Reeves is also completely ridiculous, but he gets to be ridiculous and amazing and hilarious at the same time. It was most awesome. So now I get to listen to my brother play the piano. He does not play normally, but then he got into this most amazing piano idea, and watched a video on the Internet, and now he is practicing. By the way, aside from the basic triad, I taught him everything he knows. This means his entire repertoire comes from me. The entire content of said repertoire is "heart and soul" and that is it. Except for the basic triads. And now he is practicing the "heart and soul" bass that I taught him. He is come along quite well. Two hours ago he could only play the triad, but now he is doing the variation that I normally do for the bass. And now he is just randomly banging on the piano, which is most random. By the way, yes, I know that I am using the word "most" as an adjective, but I do not care. It is not my fault. Bill and Ted made me do it. It is THEIR fault I am a nerd. Nah, it is really my own fault, I admit. But he is getting quite good. But now he is done. Oh well. I do not know what to do now. I am really bored. And hungry. And I have not had a shower yet. I will probably get something to eat and then take a shower. Both me and my brother are still in our pajamas. At least I am. I'm not sure about him. It is most excellent to be still in your pajamas after five. On the other hand, I have another two hours of research ahead of me if I want to watch another movie with my parents. We also rented "Penelope", which looks like a really good movie, even though I have never seen it. Hopefully they do not all speak in eighties-surfer-dude speak in "Penelope". I mean, it is hilarious and everything, seeing Keanu Reeves be THAT goofy after seeing bits of the last two "Matrix" movies, but still, it can get kind of old sometimes. Sometimes. But it is still quite awesome. If I was ever in a movie, I would want Keanu Reeves to be in it. I do not know why. I just do. Just because he just seems so different than all the other actors out there, and so it would be kind of interesting to work with him. I know it is weird, but I do not care. I like Keanu Reeves. Even though it would be kind of intimidating because he is a brilliant actor and has been in many rather awesome roles, and all I ever seem to be able to do is be an innocent bystander. I mean, if I was in a movie, and Keanu Reeves was in it, I would want to be a lead. Just because he is so versatile. And cool. And amazing. I saw this flair on Facebook that had him all serious when he was in one of the scenes in one of the "matrix" movies, and the caption was something like, "secretly, he is trying not to burst into song." Or maybe it was on celeb captions. I forget. Anyway, it was funny.

why?

Well, I'm back. And I'm tired. And I'm frustrated. And it's six past noon. And I still haven't got one decent thing on the topic I'm supposed to be researching for English. All I've found-through three search engines-is that arranged marriages in India have been going on for centuries and opinion essays on why arranged marriages are better than love matches. I mean, that was okay for when I was researching the extra stuff, but it's STILL coming up now I'm doing the research actually relevant to the topic in question.
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

stupid english project

Well I'm back.
And I'm supposed to be doing my Race and Culture project for English.
So I'm going to come back here every so often to report what I've found.
Kind of.
Anyway, back to the old research.

By the way, I've decided I'm not coming back for another two hours, because that was the alloted time for working for today.

later.

knitting, cookies, and Jane Austin

yes, I am a knitter. I finally finished what everyone thinks is a scarf, and what I keep telling everyone is part of a blanket. But whatever. It's still gonna be FREAKING AWESOME!!!! It's going to be kind of like a stash blanket worked in strips. I just finished the fifteen-stitch-wide part, and now I'm moving on to the twenty. I still have some yarn left over from the fifteen stitch part, so I'm going to start the twenty stitch part with that color and then tie on the next color when the first one runs out. When I'm done with the twenty stitch part, which everyone will probably think is also a scarf, I'm probably going to have a lot of yarn left over, since I have a considerable amount from the fifteen stitch, so I'm going to do the twenty five with the second color. I know it sounds confusing. It makes sense in my head. There's only going to be six balls of yarn used, but two of them are really big, so I'm going to use them for the wider parts (the ones with forty and forty five stitches). If I have enough yarn for that. Which I probably will. Because of the work-to-the-last thing. But oh well. If I run out, I'm going to use my color scraps ball. It's the ball I have for balls of yarn that are really tiny and are the kinds of yarn that have different colors in them. Okay, most of the balls aren't really tiny, but they defiantly not as big as when I got them.
Anyway, iiiiit's GIRL SCOUT COOKIE SEASON! Rather, it's that time of year when I've sent around the order form and now I have to go to the trouble of giving the actual boxes out. Which is really annoying because I have to carry them around in plastic bags that split every two seconds if you put more than two boxes in them. The only really sturdy ones are the bags that the newspaper comes in, but they're really skinny and they're susceptible to splitting anyway if you put the wider boxes in them. And you can't fit more than like two or three, because of the bags being so small and thin. Those plastic bags you get in the grocery stores are preferable in this case, but they're really bad for the environment.
Well, night before last my parents and I finished watching the BBC dramatization of Pride and Prejudice. It was defiantly different than the Keira Knigtley one, but one isn't better than the other. The Keira Knightley one has better acting, better sets, and I don't care that my mom says it doesn't look like the REAL outdoors when they're filming outside, but I like it. But the BBC one is a lot more true to the book and the costumes are probably closer to what the characters might have actually worn. But on the other hand, it's around five hours long, because they put every last detail of dialogue into the movie.
Now we're watching Emma, which I haven't read. So far, I REALLY don't like it. Emma is a really annoying person. She's dead spoiled and set up a match for her governess and then she's setting up a match for her friend Hannah. But the thing is, Hannah just isn't into the guy that Emma is setting her up with, because near the end Hannah goes over to Emma and says that she got this proposal letter from this dude that she likes. So far, Emma is a real jerk.
This feels really weird because I have a friend called Emma, and she's not spoiled or anything. And I don't think she'd ever tell someone to ditch the person they like because she was trying to set them up with someone else. But oh well.
I have to go now. Just because I feel like it.

It's official. my parents hate my guts.

So here I am. I have no life. I'm sitting on my bed, in my pajamas, with my mom's laptop, with my first finished banket (It's not so much a blanket as a really wonkily proportioned scarf), and I'm really ticked off because the stupid DVD player on the computer won't work, and dad's hogging the tv. I mean, seriously, I could have been mostly done with the movie by now, but noooooo dad just HAS to watch the freaking NBA All Star Game, and so instead of being mostly through a 90 minute movie by now, I am sitting here blogging because the DVD keeps skipping on here. I mean, yeah, my dad's going to give up the TV in five minutes. But still. In five minutes it will be five till 11, and in five minutes, instead of being at around 60 minutes into a movie, I'd have to start all over again where I left off, which is no fun at all. I mean, even though I'v practically memorized the movie, he completely ruined my impulse to watch it.
We had some friends from church over tonight, and so after watching Mamma Mia and all of the DVD extras, we started watching Ella Enchanted. Then they all had to leave, and I was about to finish watching Ella Enchanted, because even though we had only gotten aout half an hour in and I have it practically memorized I really wanted to finish it because I haven't seen it in years, but then dad just HAD to watch the game. Why are sports so important to men? I mean, yes, they are fun to watch on 8occasion, but why are men so addicted to watching it? I mean, at least girls tend to have some variation in what they watch.
Now dad has really gotten me into an anti-movie-watching mood. It's all his fault, too. Because HE was the one who wanted to watch the playoffs or allstar game or whatever the heck it is. I would have said a worse word, too, if I didn't know that my mom would one day read this. Man, why am I so restricted all the time? It's not fun. I hate it. I mean, generally, when you're really pissed, you want to yell and scream and cuss your rotten butt off, but noooooo your mom or whoever monitors you just has to monitor everything else too.
Why do they do that, anyway? I mean, what's the big deal about cussing? Seriously, it's not like someone is going to die because I yelled out a swear word. Nobody's going to get injured if someone is really freaked out and is cussing their head off. I mean, the only way someone is actually going to get hurt while cussing is if they're cussing their head off and using all their breath to cuss instead of using their breath to run away from their crazy stalker murderer person who has cornered them in a dark alley and has a gun pointed at their back and is about to pull the trigger on them.
And now I am REALLY in an anti-movie mood. I mean, I was perfectly happy to watch a movie half an hour ago. Half an hour ago I would have finished at a time that would have been okay. Alright, 11:30 isn't the greatest, but tomorrow's a holiday. But still. Why do adults have to come along at the very moment you actually start having the slightest bit of fun?
I mean, the plot was just getting going where I was in the movie.I know I'm being stupid and conceited and whatnot.
I know that dad really wanted to watch the all star game.
I know I can't have everything.
I know that life isn't fair.
But still, isn't it easier for life to try being nice?
I hate being the age I am.
Because your parents have only just started getting on your back about stuff.
And soon enough they're going to be getting even more on my back, whether I have a boyfriend or not.
My dad hates me. It's official.
Okay, he doesn't hate me.
But it ruddy well feels like it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Why can't I have my annoyed teenager rants without feeling bad about it two seconds later? Why did God give me such an annoyingly attentive conscience? And why did God give me parents that restrict me so freaking much??????????
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!