So it's the MUN New York trip tomorrow, and I'm extremely excited... right? I mean, everyone else is, and everyone else has been talking about it for days, weeks, and, well, even months. It's New York, they say...

New York

New York...

New YorkBut, no matter how many ways or times I say it, I just can't seem to get over the skepticism that this ( Read more... )

In honor of the now dual existence of my Blurty and Livejournal, I decided to update the layout on both, snazzing it up a bit. I think this is a lot livelier than than the green (and poor sighing Gregor) and should fit the lighter spring/end of the year mood well ( Read more... )

TOK presentation (round one, at least) - check ( Read more... )

I'd like to thank Ms. Carianne King for giving me the HTML I desperately needed to make some creative changes to my little Blurty. I've added a background, which I have dubbed "interesting." I'm not sure if I like it yet, but I don't think I could ever go back to the solid green - it feels too... blah. I also messed with the commment links to make ( Read more... )

I started an "online journal" - or a "blog," as the elite call it - in an effort to conform... hence the birth of my little baby Blurty. Alas, Blurty doesn't get much action (aside from the lovely Carianne, whose own journal inspired mine). So, I decided to give the more popular but definetely less cool Livejournal a try, recreating my baby Blurty ( Read more... )

Dear FCPS,

I died
Please cancel school

Best regards,
Anonymous

I heart the snow, I absolutely do. I especially heart the snow when it gives us snow a day (and, hopefully, two in a row). I woke up this morning, switched on the TV, and flipped to my favorite inclement weather channel: the FCPS channel. There, scrolling at the bottom of the screen, was a message I had to read twice to believe. "Lovely," I thought ( Read more... )

In the adrenaline rush of writing my last Blurty entry, I forgot to mention that I'm now 18. Woohoo for me. If you'd like some cigarettes, don't come to me, because I won't buy you any.

If you'd like some porn, on the other hand....

Don't come to me because I won't buy you that either.
(Yes, I have been recycling that joke all week).

Guess who's back, back again ( Read more... )

How many times can you re-enter? I know not the answer anymore... but when homework piles up, after school activities drain your after-school time, and college applications put your heart into high-gear and push your blood pressure up to (almost) dangerous extremes, making a few sacrifices (including this journal) is practically inevitable. And yet ( Read more... )