myweatherby

Dear friends, I need your help!


We have recently adopted two lovely kitties. They are both mellow, but intelligent and curious of their surroundings. The pictures do not do them justice; they are truly beautiful cats.
But they both need names!

Kitty #1: Male, 10 weeks old, mixed tabby and Bengal. He'll grow up to have angular, sleek features. Names "Chopin" and "Monet" have been suggested, but we need more!

Kity #2: Female, 1 1/2 years old, Siamese. She has bright blue eyes! Names "Mischa" and "Clara" are already top contenders.

The rules:
--Cats must have human names
--Names but be less than three syllables



Help me name those kitties!

Not to sound whiny, but...

I'm a senior, dammit.

This apparently went around to all of the papers in NC. Oh well....

So this afternoon, in a fit of boredom, I decided to google this lj's username. Among various other random sites, I came upon one labeled under Dartmouth. Confused, I clicked on the link, which took me to a feed from the Dartmouth website. Apparently, they have some type of Internet tracking tool set up through the school newspaper. This search engine of sorts apparently tracks any mention of Dartmouth on the Internet; though I had discussed it once, I was picked up from this Feedster tool. From my link, those checking the feed are linked to this site and can read any of the entries.

So Dartmouth, if you're reading this, what you're doing is really, really, creepy. Not necessarily a violation of any strict code, but nevertheless creepy.

Speaking of colleges, I finally finished all of my applications today. Huzzah. Now comes the wait.

1. Shout--the Isley Brothers
2. Eyes Like Yours--Shakira
3. Objection--Shakira
4. Most Girls--Pink
5. Golddiggers--Gunther
6. Hung Up--Madonna
7. Popcorn--Crazy Frog
8. Gasolina (remix)--Daddy Yankee
9. Temperature--Sean Paul
10. Up in Here--DMX
11. Caught Up--Usher
12. Memory--Sugarcult
13. Noots--Sum 41
14. Love Underground--Robbers on High Street
15. Follow Through--Gavin Degraw
16. What About Everything--Carbon Leaf
17. Let Go--Frou Frou
18. Hillbillies Love it in the Hay--Hot Apple Pie

"Katie—or Kate or Kaitlyn or Kayla—has her face buried in my armpit. I can’t imagine it smells great in there, but maybe she likes my masculine musk. Old Spice, sweat, chlorine, and bacteria, mmm. Half the girls I take here have some name that begins with a hard K sound. Mothers were terribly uncreative seventeen years ago; they all addressed their daughters by that unattractive consonant, the guttural grievance in the back of your throat. Tonight I can’t remember her name, so I call her “Kay-Kay” and sound like I’m coughing up phlegm. She adores her nickname.

Girls want romance. They spend their lives absorbed in these Harlequin daydreams, spoon-fed relationship propaganda since birth. These infant K girls sit in pastel high chairs; their faces smeared with creamed turnips or spaghetti, and watch Snow White and Cinderella kiss their handsome princes. The writers and animators of these cartoons are just geeky dudes who can’t get laid, so they construct epic romances of horseback-riding heroes and swooning maidens. Show me a princess singing about how hot she is, and I’ll show you a sweaty guy in a backroom, desperate for a babe. We’re all brainwashed into romantic idealism. Any girl that tells you otherwise is lying."

I LOVE YOU WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART BECAUSE YOU WROTE
SYMPHONY nO. 25 IN G MINOR
(only one of two symphonies in a minor key that you composed!)

YOU PLAY THE THEME SONG TO MY LIFE.

and by the law of syllogism because
A=B: mozart is the theme song of my life
B=C: music keeps my grades up because it helps me study

MOZART SAVED MY GPA.

Many, Many Holiday Blessings.

Santa and I: the only folks working on Christmas Eve.

This whole college essay thing is becoming extremely irksome.

I've decided that I want to really emphasize my interpersonal/communicative skills, and wrote some 340 words on working at ComedyWorx. It's insubstantial and doesn't feel "good enough". I'm dissatisfied, and unsure of where to go from here. I don't want to resort to relying on extracurriculars--"one time, in student government/prom committee/YLA/piano/saving small African children, I did this and it was great and I learned a lot".

Maybe I should just be blunt. "Whether it's reporting the daily school announcements over the intercom, or helping a senior member of my church choir with the tempo of Handel's Messiah, I strive to forge connections between the seemingly unrelated; to unite the mundane with the unpredictable."

Or not. bLAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh, the paradox! I can't communicate how I am a good communicator!

So Nelly wrote this song called "Grillz" about the pleasures of having gold/platinum/diamond teeth. I seriously don't get the sex appeal. Bling does not belong in your mouth, folks.

How did December suddenly integrate itself into the passage of time? My high school experience is 7/8 complete. Just gotta get through four easy exams; the worst is done.

However, I'm inclined to think that pesky physics has forced its way into every normal aspect my life, which creates a bit of tension. Last night I saw "King Kong" and found myself contemplating the tension forces on the bridge that lowered Naomi Watts to face the mighty Kong. Oh dear. Hopefully this sudden zeal will stop disturbing typical activities.

Last night was lovely, though I suppose my memory has already begun reorganizing and warping events to as I perceived them, rather than how they actually occured. Yup. Either I'm in denial, or things are just too good to be true.

The Feel Better Playlist
Embarrassingly pop music.

1. Just What I Needed--The Cars
2. Ice Ice Baby--Vanilla Ice
3. Semi-Charmed Life--Third Eye Blind
4. Walk Idiot Walk--The Hives
5. Ride--The Vines
6. Mellow Yellow--Donovan
7. Drop it on Me--Ricky Martin feat. Daddy Yankee
8. Mambo Italiano--t3h techno remix
9. Crush--Jennifer Paige
10. Bailamos--Enrique Iglesias
11. Summer Girls--LFO
12. Bad Reputation--Joan Jett
13. No Sex--Mad Caddies
14. Montaña--Salvador
15. Maps--Yeah Yeah Yeahs
16. My Girlfriend's Boyfriend--Her Space Holiday
17. Your Body Is a Wonderland--John Mayer
18. Better Together--Jack Johnson

I think my kitty died.

Luke has been missing since Saturday; this has never happened before.

At first I thought he was going to come back but after waiting for days--and after my parents accepted the fact--now I'm not so sure. We've called neighbors, animal hospitals, everywhere. No one knows anything.

He was my baby kitty; I picked him out from the pet store when I was seven. I remember I had wanted a cat for two years before I got Luke; my father was unwilling even then, until he saw his face.

Please come home soon.

I really don't feel like talking about anything else.
And I really don't think I can.

 

( I've been waiting to post these pictures for six months )

The top eight reasons why I hate fainting:
8) If you faint in the shower and are modest (as I am prone to do), you have to help yourself up because you are naked.
7) Likewise, any in intra-shower process you were in the midst of completing is now obsolete; if you were washing your hair, you come to with shampoo-filled strands--and luscious locks are the last thing on your mind.
6) Bruises you feel from falling.
5) Your head hurts so much it makes you cry.
4) The intense and unrelenting nausea.
3) When you regain consciousness, you have no sense of hot and cold or up and down or anything.
2) You lose all blood from your hands and feet; they turn bone-white and seem to buzz, almost impossible to move.
1.75) The utter terror you feel when, the moments before you get knocked out cold, you lose your senses one by one. Your ears begin whistling,
1.5) your nerves grow numb,
1.25) you can't breathe, and
1) your eyes are wide open--but you can't see anything--as you feel yourself begin to fall.

Well, all plans for the day are now gone. Sigh.

This is how I feel.

Please don't be offended by the following post. It is all in good jest.

myWeatherby: i just decided how i'm going to make millions.
CaptainMurphy886: how
myWeatherby: by publishing a book called 'THE MONEY DIET: GETTING RICH BY EATING'
myWeatherby: people will be intrigued; it will fly off the shelves.
myWeatherby: my book will tell them to eat lots of things that could contain money
myWeatherby: like eating lots of oysters to find pearls.
myWeatherby: i will manipulate the masses.
myWeatherby: and then i will write a college essay about it, comparing myself to hitler, but using flowery language!!
CaptainMurphy886: hahahah
myWeatherby: "Just like Hitler, I have formed a credible and well-liked persona that transcends the aesthetic boundaries of society; power lies merely a cookbook away."
CaptainMurphy886: you have to have night rallies to promote your book
CaptainMurphy886: and passionate speeches
CaptainMurphy886: damn, so eloquent. how can people not listen?
myWeatherby: it will change the world.
CaptainMurphy886: as long as you take it over when your done

Likely
UNC-Chapel Hill
William and Mary

50/50
Duke
George Washington

Reach
Columbia
Georgetown

Super-Reach, for the hell of it
Yale

I've completed most form filling-outage. If only I could have one more day for essays...

To ice the cake of a dreadful birthday:

Lying in bed at 10:30 when the call came.

Montana is full of fog
oozing around families, farms, fjords, freshmen
thick fog that plugs your ears and chokes you.


Will can't make it home.

(until Christmas)

Damn it all.
Just damn it all.


a perpetually bittersweet romance.

please please somehow come home.

DRAGON SHOES!

and

Pink is the color of the season. Bought a pair of pink patent leather pumps Saturday, and I already want more.

It's my birthday. I'm legal and sick. Got home and crashed, feeling cold and gloomy, feeling like there is a bowling ball inside my head. Sheets of rain have been pelting Raleigh all day, scuffing my new shoes and frizzing my new haircut. I had 4 quizzes today. I also lost 8 points on a Latin test because I fucking SKIPPED AN ENTIRE LINE OF SIGHT TRANSLATION. Couldn't go out to dinner, just went to sleep, feeling miserable.

My parents are not my family, just people who feel like they have an obligation to take care of me. We are housemates in an eternal "The Real World". For my birthday, they gave me a map of Raleigh, a jacket that didn't fit, a chiropractor appointment, a voter registration card, and dinky jewelry I would never wear. I don't mean to exude selfishness and childishness, but each year I build myself up, thinking that I'll have the best birthday ever, and it just sucks.

Still, I keep looking optimistically for a better tomorrow. It must exist somewhere, and I will just wait until it comes, making the most of what unforgiving circumstances manifest themselves at the present.




Will comes home tomorrow.

This is me (on the left). I'm the Baroness, which is actually not that bad. I get to mack on Ben Edwards the entirety of the play. The Baroness is a good character role; she's rather static, but delicious to play. She's as sweet as dirt and manipulative as a horny guy on prom night.

I get two songs: one a duet, and the other a trio. However, in the second song I have to sing--and sustain--a B. One half step below high C. I have only heard this done once before, and it was when the character was supposed to start shrieking about the solar system. What makes it worse is that that B follows 3 measures of G-A-G-A-G-A action. Sweet Jesus. How will I sing this? I AM NOT A SOPRANO.

Trouble is foreseen!