Tweedledee and Tweedledum

2011-03-22T01:03:00.005-04:00

When I was in elementary school and middle school, I remember several people coming to school to lecture us about the importance of internet safety. At home, it was also stressed. We did not have email accounts until we were thirteen and facebook was seen as the essence of evil until a just a couple years ago. What I remember most, was the warning to never, ever to enter chat rooms.

Because if you did, you would die. It was inevitable. An old, slimy, hairy, creepy man would be on the other side of the connection piecing together clues about your life. "She wears a cheer-leading jacket and rides bus 134. Her school colors are blue and gold." You know they are thinking it. You know they will find you, and you will die a horrible, painful, gruesome death.

So you imagine my dilemma when to my surprise a little facebook chat window popped up from one of my friends. I usually had it on the offline setting (for previous chatting=death reasons). It was a friend who will be living with me next year. I couldn't very well ignore her as that would be rude. So I did it. I typed into the little box of death.

I'm trying to enjoy what is left of my life. From my understanding chatting on the internet and death have a correlation coefficient of 1 (a perfect positive correlation). I really hope you can all come to the funeral.

RANDOM STUFF ABOUT ME!

2011-03-14T18:03:00.003-04:00

This is Anna.

I'm going to write a whole bunch of stuff about myself all in one place in case anyone is stalking me. This will just make finding stuff out about me a whole lot easier.

1.) I like pi (Happy pi day, by the way!)
2.) I REALLY like Star Trek (Go Spock!)
3.) I play trombone
4.) I love my family

That's about it. HAPPY PI DAY!

2011-03-01T01:27:00.002-05:00

The Best Quiz Ever

I have this nasty habit of procrastination. This past week I was supposed to read about Zoroastrianism and Judaism for my World Religions class. It meets once a week, so we have a whole week to finish every thing. The problem is that the reading takes about three hours to do. It's due by four on Monday.

Sunday night, I hadn't finished the Judaism reading. Eh, I thought, I'll have time to do it tomorrow between classes. I had to skip lunch and any semblance of a break to do it, but I finished it. The only problem was that I couldn't remember anything about Zoroastrianism because I had read it a couple days before. It had all sorts of Persian words that I couldn't remember. My teacher's quizzes are notorious for requiring terms.

I got to class slightly anxious for this quiz. He started talking about California for some reason and some rivalry between southern and northern California. He then said that every semester he liked to have a quiz especially for the southern California people. We were all slightly confused. He said that because they had trouble sometimes, we needed to be nice. Then he put the quiz up. Here it is:

1. Who was the founder of ZOROASTERianism?
a) Moses
b) Muhammad
c) Zoroaster

2. What is the central feature of a fire temple?
a) fire
b) crosses
c) cattle

3. The prophet Zoroaster was
a) a king
b) a prophet
c) a business man

4. The hymns written in Persian came from
a) Persia
b) South America
c) China

5. Put the following religions in alphabetical order: Buddhism, Anglican, and Zoroastrianism

2011-02-19T22:08:00.002-05:00

(This is Anna writing, for those of you who wish to know these things)

Imagine yourself in a room, half of it is lit, the other side darkish. Loud music accompanies the darkness, so if you have a desire to talk you must be on the lighted side. The room is full of teenagers, some jumping around like wild monkeys (these ones probably drank the lemonade, which was spiked with Sprite Zero), others sanding in their group talking, like lions, afraid to leave their pride. Balloons are popping at random intervals, followed by a scream, the remaining balloons are being tossed in the air, with intentions of not meeting the floor again. Where are you? Your at a youth dance of course.

Today I went to the Valentine's Dance (although it's a week after Valentine's day......) I've learned a couple of things, here they are in list form, because frankly, that last paragraph used up all my artistic ability.

Guys have sweaty hands
People look at you with an odd expression when you start dancing with random moves because you don't know the line dance
How to ignore number 2: Don't look at them.
If you jump through a whole song, you get tired......
Don't get too close to the speakers
Justin Bieber really does sound like a girl.
Mom really likes the Chicken Dance
Mom really likes some song about Abra-Abracadabra, and some person reaching out and grabbing ya.

Now that I have shared my wisdom, here is another artistically written paragraph.

Most the time at the dance we (Emily, Emma, Jordyn, and I) stood in the corner and played with balloons and randomly danced. We were then moved out to the dance floor where Jordyn and I alternated between square dancing, doing the monkey, jumping, and spinning. During one of our dances, some guy (his name was either Ty or Ky...... I'm not exactly sure which....) asked me to dance. I said yes (it would have been rude to say no) and we danced. He asked me what grade I was in so I told him I was in 8th, he told me that he thought I was a sophomore. He was a senior (in school, not the old person senior) and that he played soccer and I think he said he wrestled (as you can tell I payed so much attention to Ty...... or Ky......) The second person I danced with was Westley (that wasn't his real name, it's the card he got. We all got a card with some famous couple on it and we had to find the match; I was Buttercup. I call him Westley because I don't know his real name....) Anyway, Westley was in eighth grade, and he played percussion. Ty/Ky said he played trombone in 5th grade, in case you were wondering.

And now you know about my exciting 2nd dance.

2011-01-29T02:06:00.002-05:00

Sipping Through a Straw and All that Jazz

Well, maybe I invoked the wrong basketball team, what with the hype over BYU's last game. I mean, even I know some of the details.

So some of my friends and I walked into the Cannon center today for dinner. As my roommate and I stood in line to get some kind of chicken dish, I looked over and spied one of my future roommates sitting at a two person table across from a boy. I leaned down (my roommate is not even five foot) and asked her if she knew if our friend was on a date or not. She shrugged. The four of us in our group ended up sitting in the same section with only one table in between us and our friend who was possibly on a date.

Even though the four of us tried hard, we could not think of a good way to go up and ask if she was, in fact, on a date. So we tried waving our arms to get only her attention and not the boy's. Well, there was a table of boys in our way who thought that we might be waving to them. We indicated that we were not, so they tapped her arm. Which was not what we wanted as it got his attention, too. Somehow or another, we got the idea to hold up a ketchup-napkin sign that read, "DATE." Unfortunately, we forgot to consider the boys who sat in between us and our intended target. They had a pen and quickly answered, "Never." How rude. So we got some more ketchup and my friend wrote, "R U Sure?" They quickly scribbled a note and launched the balled up note to our table. "Do you like me?" It asked with boxes to check either yes or no. We wrote, "Depends, who's asking?" We then left, as we didn't want to respond to whatever they answered.

By this time, our friend (who had not been on a date and simply eating with a guy she didn't know) was finished eating. We decided we really weren't done and sat down to eat dessert. I got jello. I took one bite before Charly (one of my friends) said that it would be really fun to eat our jello through a straw. She then delegated two of the other girls (as we had now grown to six) to get more cups of jello while she got straws. We then proceeded to have a jello-slurping contest. I totally won.

2010-12-02T15:50:00.004-05:00

For my social dance class, we're required to attend a dance lab which is basically just a dance where you dance real dances instead of just swaying back and forth. There was one last night. They called a cha-cha and said it was girls' choice. There was a guy from my class right behind me that also played in the same orchestra I did. I asked him to dance, and he led me out to the floor. We danced through most of the song without incident, discussing the concert and the piece that almost fell apart. He led me into a the sweetheart step, and he was about to twirl me back into dance position when a hand flew out of nowhere.

In the cha-cha there are a lot of breaks where you throw your arms out. I've been hit, and I've hit other people. But usually you catch people in the shoulder, or you stop short and don't nail them too hard. This guy never even saw me. His hand hit full force right in my mouth. It was so unexpected I started laughing. I could feel my lip starting to swell a little and blood flowing to it. I was sure I looked ridiculous. He apologized, so my partner and I resumed dancing.

My partner informed me that my lip was bleeding and asked if I wanted to take care of it. I said I did, and he escorted me off the floor. Sarah happened to be standing right where we came out. She had a shocked expression when she saw my teeth covered in blood. My partner had a dead serious expression when he said that he had tried to kiss me and things hadn't gone well. I laughed, told her I got hit in the face, and went to the bathroom to clean up my mouth.

2010-11-11T23:38:00.002-05:00

Exercises, Exercises, Do Your Daily Exercises

So my RA is an exercise and wellness major. As such, she has impressed upon us, her residents, the importance of exercise. My roommate also believes that exercise is a valuable part of life. I believe no such thing. But in wanting to make new friends and such at the beginning of the year, I naively agreed to join them in their fitness endeavors.

Exercise with my RA is not bad. In fact it can be fun sometimes. But my roommate bought one of those workout programs that includes a DVD with a man who yells "Faster! Move!" I lasted a month of this insanity. Then I got sick and had to stop for a couple days. After that nothing in the world could make me start again.

There is a girl on my floor who has the same relationship with exercise as me. She believes it is a good institution, but is not friends with it. We decided we would go running together. At seven in the morning. In the cold. We set the date for the next Tuesday. When Tuesday rolled around, my alarm went off at 6:53, already I knew this was a bad idea.

We met in the hall, and because we both showed up, we decided we might as well go through with it. And as soon as we left the building, there was no turning back. We had forgotten our keys to get into the building. So we headed to the track. It was cold, had we not kept warm, we would have frozen.

I ran a lap and thought I was going to die. I walked another lap while she ran three. We decided that was good enough and headed back. By this time it was 7:30, and the doors don't unlock until 8. Bummer. We walked around the building, and I found my window and started knocking.

In my defense, my roommate had a class at eight and should have been awake. Turns out she had planned on skipping that day. Due to my unfortunate intervention, she awoke to knocking on the window. I saw the blinds crack open and tried to pantomime, "We are locked out of the building. We are very cold. Do you think you could open the side door?" She squinted at me and turned around. We waited a couple minutes and nothing happened.

"Hey!" I kind of did a whisper-yell, "We're locked out. Do you think you could let us in?"

"Are you serious?" I usually don't try to trick my roommate at 7:30 in the morning, but I guess she had just woken up. Maybe my dream-self is more sinister. We got back into the building when another who lives on our floor came out. My roommate didn't make it in time.

We both mutually agreed that running was a bad idea and decided never to try anything so foolish again.

2010-11-08T15:34:00.002-05:00

Bleeding Blue

I was reading Anna's post, and I thought, "I should write something." I only have a few minutes before I have to run off to chemistry class, but I thought I'd give a general summary of my life here at college.

1) Dorms. I've decided that I generally like living in dorms. There's thirty-three other girls that share a bathroom with you, but rarely are they all in there at the same time. Plus, if I was to see a certain movie, chances are somebody on the floor has it with them and will watch it with you. (Also, they will later join you when you randomly begin singing, "The Hills Are Alive.")

2) Classes. Other than calculus, my classes aren't that hard. In fact, it is rather fun to go to class most of the time. Today in dance class, we practiced the cha cha, and we learned how to twirl into a bowing position for when the dance ends.

3) Professors. I have some very good professors and some that change the definition of a chromosome back and forth throughout the lecture. But in general, most of them are nice and helpful.

4) Weather. That is one thing I do not like out here. It is raining today, so it has been miserable in the cold trudging back and forth between classes.

Well, I have to take off to class. Luckily I have a friend who saves me a seat.

Anna!

2010-10-09T17:34:00.004-04:00

THIS THAT HAVE RECENTLY HAPPENED:

I have become the Chuck Norris of my band and therefore in charge of all and any knee cap breaking
I am the best babysitter ever according to a first grader
I have been hit by an idiot running head on through the crowd at a football game at halftime (I was leaving because I was there to see the band)
I found out I knew something my dad didn't about computers (if you don't have a fancy smacy computer with some high resolution flat screen, press ctrl, alt, and down)

And that is about it.

A Whole Lot of Stuff No One Really Cares About, But I'll Tell You Anyway!

2010-08-21T14:25:00.002-04:00

I've discovered that I really do like America. Why? Free bathrooms, nonbubbly water, cold drinks, you don't need a gas mask when you go outside because not as many people are smoking, and normal food, that tastes good. Oh, and people are more patient and less pishy here too.

Now that I've complained I might as well tell you the good stuff about Germany as well. They have pretty castles [but you'd think with all the money they used they could afford to put more clothes on some of those pictures :( ] Austria had cool T shirts saying "No kangaroos in Austria."

Now for my first day of school (which was actually the second day of school.)

I have Algebra and French which are fun. And i didn't get a locker until I had all my books, which I had to carry everywhere, but luckily I didn't have to carry them to the band room which I have at the end of the day. And I'm pretty much in Jazz Band concidering there are no new trombones. At all. And that's all I really feel like writing about school.

Oh, and Sarah and Heather left for college, and Nick is home. Dad and I went to the store to buy food. And I got to back the car out and drove on the lawn, because dad told me to, and I did NOT hit Roy. That's all.

Why I Sleep In

2010-06-23T13:45:00.002-04:00

Today I woke up at 7:30. In the morning. I usually wake up around noon. Why do I sleep in that long? There's less time for me to have nothing to do. And THAT is why I sleep in.
See what an amazing blogger I am? Writing about random things only because I'm bored because I woke up early.

Super MEGA Exciting Update on MY Super MEGA Exciting Life

2010-05-27T17:42:00.002-04:00

(Anna {Since Heather seems to have forgotten about this blog.})
Okay, so maybe my life isn't super MEGA exciting, maybe not even super. Okay so it's not exciting at all, so what? So here's my update:

We got yearbooks today
I mangaged to write not only one, but two meaningful messages in said yearbooks. one of which thanking my best friend for getting new shoes (long story)
I found out from the bubble quiz on 'What Color Are You?' that I am indeed Yellow.
Nick is at Cadets in case you haven't heard
We rearranged nicks room completely
Nick hasn't texted me for two days
We are moving all stuff from my room to Nick and Heather's room
Why Nick's room too? There's just not enough room in heather's room to hold both our stuff.
Heather is packing stuff up for collage
I'm the only one still in school
Heather graduauted early with Sarah
I took WEST Tests last week, at least i think it was last week
School field trip to Kenny Wood is next week. I'm with Soofia and Courtney, and some kid who I don't know

And that is my update. I want cookies.......

It's Called "Walking Fast"

2010-01-26T15:52:00.002-05:00

I usually walk fast down the hall to get to class because I have two classes that couldn't be farther apart. So I'm walking quickly down the hall passing everyone who is going slower than a snail and all of a sudden Mrs. Frank appears! She likes to yell at us students, it like a hobby of hers. She once almost gave me a 2 minute lecture about the dangers of skipping down an empty hallway and how I might injure others.

She singled me out and pulled me out of the mass of 7th graders who were rushing away in fright. "What do you think you're doing?"

I could have pretended not to have any idea what she was talking about, but me being a good student decided to tell the truth.

"Walking fast."

"That was not walking fast! That was running as fast as you can!!!!!"

Apparently she's never seen me run, I go way faster than that. She went on and on about the dangers of running in the hall and how I can injure myself and others and when she was done I had a minute to go halfway across the building to my next class.

How did I make it in time?

I walked. Quickly.

Bert is Annoying Me

2009-11-26T23:13:00.002-05:00

So I'm walking up the stairs and I see a piece of the ladder I had just made for my social studies project. My first thought was that someone threw my display down the stairs (sorry family, but you would do that in my mind.) When I looked down I did notice the ladder I had taken an hour to hot glue and cut together. I went into the room where I had left the display and saw only the ladder and the rabbit's foot missing (my project is on superstitions.) I had hung the rabbit's foot on the ladder. I went down the stairs to investigate (for the first time) and I see my ladder broken and the rabbit's foot was broken to pieces and covered with nothing other than cat slobber (it really was drenched, I'm using a hair dryer to dry it right now!) Bert comes up to me purring his life away thinking that nothing in the world is wrong and lays down beside me. He was the one who did it I know this because he's obsessed with rabbit's feet and Angel is scared of them. Now all I have to do is find the last piece of the rabbit's foot that wasn't with the others, find the chain that the rabbit's foot was hanging by, dry the foot which is taking FOREVER!!!!!! Oh did I mention that the rabbit's foot isn't even mine? It's my partner's (well my best friend's who I'm doing the project with's sister, but that isn't the point!) Maybe I should just get a new rabbit's foot and not tell her.........

An Update on my SUPER Exciting Life

2009-10-19T15:59:00.002-04:00

This is an Update on my Super (not) Exciting (Still not) Life:

1.) My name is still Anna (if it's not then I've been putting the wrong name on all my papers)
2.) my birthday is this Thursday (I'll be 13)
3.) Dad let me drive the car around the church parking lot (putting heather, Sarah, and his lives in danger)
4.) We wondered where nonmembers learn to drive
5.) I have my mock trail class trail this Friday (I'm on both trails [there's the 6th grade trail and the joined 7& 8 grade trail] )
6.) my spelling still stinkz
7.) I like pi 3.1415926535897
8.) The vice principal still dislikes me for no apparent reason (must be because of something my siblings did...........)
9.) I'm 1st part/chair in both Jazz Band and Regular Band
10.) I need 4 more value projects for my personal progress church book thingy
11.) I only have 1 class with one of my best friends (and we don't even get to sit next to each other!!!!)
12.) I have a cough
14.) I think I might have triskaidekaphobia

School

2009-09-22T15:58:00.003-04:00

Things I learned/ Noticed so far in 7th Grade:

1.) My science teacher is crazy
2.) Desks are unsanitary
3.) If you chew your tongue the teacher thinks your chewing gum (this happened to someone else)
4.) You go deaf for a while if the vice principal yells in your ear (this DID happen to me)
5.) The rule book says no knives that are under 3 1/2 inches are aloud at school (there's another rule saying no weapons, but I just thought that rule was funny)
6.) There's a typo in the rule book that's been there forever
7.) Band is loud
8.) If you're the only trombone in the class you get picked to solo a lot if your teacher also plays trombone
9.) Nouns are your friend
10.) There's a monster that runs around and steals your pencils
11.) If your smart you end up doing all the work in groups

And that's all I have learned so far (so things I relearned)

Okay.........

2009-05-29T15:31:00.003-04:00

Tweedledum

Today I did something I never do, put in my contacts. My social studies teacher goes berserk when I wear them so I don't enjoy wearing them. That and the fact that they're really uncomfortable to put in.
Anyway, today during AA (the school claims it stands for Advisor/Advisee, but it really stands for Alcoholics Anonymous) the teacher had us play Quiet Ball. The game where nobody talks and the ball gets beemed at the people no one likes (luckily I'm not in that catogory.) When I got out (I didn't throw the ball far enough) this boy who is really annoying kept saying things like, "Anna, you look really rot without your glasses!", "Anna, will you marry me?", "Will you consider it?", "If I give you this mask will you marry me?" The mask was a mask he made in art, and it was really beat up and had holes. During all that time he was saying this I was ignoring him, because, well he's an idiot and he was said a bad word last week...... I don't think I'll wear my contacts again anythime soon.

2009-05-04T17:25:00.003-04:00

Rain, rain, stay all day...

If you've read my mom's blog you know that we got off school today because of rain. We get out of school for everything. Snow, no snow, too cold, too hot, blocked parking lot, rain, if the superintendant is having a bad hair day, or even if they don't have enough subs. We get out a lot. Today when we woke up it was raining hard. Immediately, every student in the county's mind went to the same question "Is school cancelled yet?" There's a creek behind our school, and if the creek gets over the bridge, we can't have school. We went to seminary; when we came back it was still raining. In the parking lot at school, there was an alarminly small number of cars there. Today was Senior Skip Day. For those of you who don't know, this is a day when seniors skip. It is not sanctioned by the school. They announced it several times. Regardless, three pages of seniors were absent. We only had half our class in physics. In trig, we had mostly everyone. Our teacher was aware of the distraction, in the form of rain, that held the attention of the class. She told us to just accept that they would not cancel school and to just pay attention and learn our trig equations. Someone asked if they had ever made the student body stay after classes ended because they couldn't get out because of flooding. She laughed and said that they couldn't keep her, she was leaving. The interstate would have to close to keep her from getting home. Throughout the class, students that parking in the far back lot were called to move their cars. This has happened in years past. The bridge floods and no one can get out. Luckily, the seniors were gone, leaving their parking spots. Last year when this happened, some were not so lucky. They had to move their cars to the elementary school lot and ride a bus back to school. One kid's car actually started to float away. They didn't cancel school for that incident. Fifteen minutes before the end of second block, we were all starting to lose hope. They have to announce early dismissals before lunch. Then it came, the much anticipated announcement: Three hour early dismissal! Our trig teacher apologized for dashing our hopes. She was as excited as the rest of us. We went to lunch, and at the end of first lunch, the assistant principal announced that those who had cars could go ahead and leave. I found Nick, Sarah, and the two boys we take home and we were out of there. My feet did get wet though. I had to walk through three inches of water to get to the car. But, oh, it was worth it!

On a Roll

2009-04-02T19:38:00.003-04:00

FYI this is Tweedledum, NOT Tweedledee. I'm 3rd chair trombone in the BMS Jazz Band and we know a total of three songs, 1 of which is a Christmas song. Our school concert is coming up and we are learning 'Stray Cat Strut'. Our band director decided we would learn 4 measures on Wednesday. We did learn 4 measures. It was the last four measures, too. I know the first 16 measures, add that to the four we learned in class, and that means I know 20 measures out of a 54 measure song! That really is an accomplishment for me. Most people wouldn't agree with me on that mainly because the first 16 measures in my part are rests, but for me, It really is an accomplishment!

2009-03-25T20:55:00.003-04:00

Things I Should Be Able To Do

There are certain things that people just expect you to be able to do, like tell your left from your right, do basic arithmetic mentally, or navigate with a map. Well I can't do any of those things. It's not from lack of effort. I've tried a million mnemonic devices to try to tell which one is my left and which one is my right. But I still have to think about it. When I'm driving someone will say turn left and it's three seconds before it connects and I know which way to turn.

I also cannot do simple arithmetic in my head. I got a 97% on a geometry test once because I said that 6-1=4. Of course that was part of a much larger problem (I was determining what type of quadrilateral it was.) One would think that somewhere before I got to Trig I would have learned how to do that. I've gotten so that I can add most single digits, but when you start throwing in numbers over nine, I face a quandary of gigantic proportions. Usually I just get out my calculator (I love that thing!)

As for navigating, I've inherited all those skills (or lack of skills) directly from my mom. If you've ever been in a car with her, you know what I'm talking about. We get lost going to places we've been hundreds of times. Even if I have a map, I get lost. It's a curse. It's all my mom's fault.

2009-03-15T17:41:00.002-04:00

Seminary

My mom commented the other day that it was a miracle that we (Sarah, Nick, and I) were all still alive. After dropping off Anna at the middle school, she sees us driving back from seminary on our way to the high school. I sit in the front seat with the seat reclined all the way back. Nick is usually lying down in the back seat and is also asleep. Sarah is hunched down in the driver's seat, so that you can only see her eyeballs peeking out over the steering wheel. It was decided that it is the blessings of seminary that keeps us all alive each morning.

Our seminary teacher is Brother Frame. He's a lawyer. He goes so in depth into everything that I don't think we will finish the New Testament. We're in 1st Corinthians right now, but that's only because we skipped half of Luke and all of John. We convinced him that they were like re-runs of Matthew and Mark. For the last two years he has been pretty lenient with attendance. So lenient, in fact, people who never once came got credit for the year. We have since corrected his ways and he now has nothing to do with attendance. Our secretary records it and Brother Frame's wife inputs it into the computer.

For half the year Nick, Sarah, and I enjoyed being half the class. If we couldn't be there, the class was cancelled. Our parents ask who was there everyday, and we answer everyone except whoever wasn't there. It sounds like more people than there really are. Fortunately, another family with two more high school students moved in bringing our total number to eight.

2009-03-10T21:20:00.002-04:00

The Joys of Driving

One of the things you look forward to when you're a little beehive is turning sixteen. That's the age that everything happens. You're in high school, you can date, and you get to drive. Well, last winter I finally made it. I turned sixteen. I don't really like high school and I don't go on dates. So I guess that leaves driving as my enjoyment as a sixteen year old. Unfortunately you can't just go down to the DMV and get it. You have to have a form saying that you attend school and aren't a truant. That takes forever to get. First, you have to go to the office and fill out said form. Then you put it in a little tray and wait. And wait. And wait. I turned one in before I turned 16 and got it back at the end of January. Unfortunately, it was signed before Christmas so it expired before I could go to the DMV. I turned another one in at the beginning of February. I got it back today, the beginning of March. I have until April to go and take the driving test. I hope that I don't fail.

Parallel parking is perhaps one of the most feared parts of the driving test. I learned how to do that today. It was one of the more obscure things I have ever done. I drove around, with my mom in the front seat of course, and parked behind cars that happened to be parked in the road. People stared. It was kind of weird to watch someone pull in and out from behind a car over and over. And then drive off as if nothing happened. We parallel parked behind every car in the neighborhood, several times. It was fun. I can now successfully parallel park. So watch out world, or at least West Virginia, 'cause here I come.

2009-03-06T18:25:00.003-05:00

So, I don't know if you all realize this or not, but Pi Day is coming up. It's next Saturaday (March 14, 3/14, 3.14). I hope you all have your parties planned and are making pies and the works. Every year our school has a contest on Pi Day to see who knows the most numbers of pi. Last year someone got to 280 numbers past the decimal. I decided that to prove myself as a math nerd, I would beat that and get 300. I started yesterday. I was going to do fifty a day until I got to 300. I had fifty numbers in my calculator (it is an awesome calculator!). I memorized those during trig class. I wrote it down and recited it a million times. Thoughout the day I cemented it into my memory. I wasn't going to forget those numbers. Today I woke up and printed off about 780 numbers just because that was what was on the screen. I started memorizing. I got all the way to a hundred places past the decimal when it hit me. I wasn't going to be at school the Friday before Pi Day, which was when the competition was. I couldn't compete. I was memorizing the numbers for nothing. What can you possibly do with a hundred numbers of pi? You never need more than 5 at the most. So I figured that posting pi on my blog would have to suffice. Rest assured that this number is coming straight from my memory. Well, here goes-

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679

I hope you all celebrate Pi Day next Saturday.

Track and What Time is it?

2009-03-06T17:52:00.002-05:00

Hi. I'm Anna a.k.a. Tweedledum. My school has been having Track and Field try-outs and I'm trying-out. My friend is trying-out too and yesterday when we were running a 1600m (for those who don't know that's 1 mile) and asks me what time it is. Later when we were doing something else she asks me what time it is. Today when we got done with a 600m she asked me what time it is, and it was 4:44. So I told her it was 4:44 and to make a wish. "I wish we didn't have to run anymore." What was weird was we didn't have to run anymore! The boys had to run their last 400m and the girls just got to sit and waited.
Push-ups stink more than running (figuratively and liberally.) The couch told us to do ten push-ups and once we did that he has us do one more because of our excessive giggling. We giggled at that and he kept having us do more.
So don't giggle and make a wish at 4:44 if you ever try-out for track.

2009-02-24T16:35:00.003-05:00

Teasing and Taunting

I've been told that I'm fun to tease. I don't know what makes me fun to tease, but it must be true because everyone teases me. Take all the guys on the science bowl team. Historically, only the alternate gets the constant ribbing. Except this year. Our alternate got a little teasing, they made him carry stuff and be a cheerleader for us. But most of the teasing and taunting went to me. I asked them once why that was and our math guy said "It's because you're a woman." The worst part is that I'm on three academic teams and the same people are on all three. So no matter where I go I'm constantly harassed by these four guys. Their favorites are "How many carats are in pure gold?" and "How many integers are there, Heather?" Once in practice they asked how many carats were in pure gold, I didn't answer, but I did make the mistake of admitting that I didn't know the answer which brought on a whole round of cheap boyfriend jokes. As for the other one, turns out that Atomic Number (of which there are only 118) are also represented by the letter Z along with integers. In my opinion they are not nearly as funny as one of them saying "Mexican Golf Course" instead of "Mexican Gulf Current" but go figure.

2009-02-22T16:18:00.002-05:00

Babysitting

In my opinion babysitting is one of the better occupations for teenagers. I've been babysitting since I was eleven, so I've babysat a lot. I usually get a call once a week to watch kids on a Saturday night. I get between 6 and 10 dollars an hour. I really don't do a whole lot. Take last night for example. I got there at 6:30, I watched Cars with the little boy and played with a ball for an hour and a half and during the credits he fell asleep. So for the remaining hour and a half I played with my calculator (I forgot a book.) I got paid 30 dollars. I've had jobs where the kids where already asleep when I got there and all I had to do was sit on the couch and do my homework. It really is a great job. Sure, I've had to change diapers and gotten showered in the process and kids have screamed and fought, but usually when babysitters are over they're on their best behavior.

2009-02-15T20:36:00.000-05:00

The deal:The first 5 people to respond to this post will receive something made by me for you! It will be my choice, but custom designed especially for you. Just so we’re on the same page, here are the details: No guarantees my gift will make you will feel absolute true love, but possibly some happiness, slight fervor, or maybe chocolate. It will be done sometime this year. You will have no clue what it will be… cookies, a photograph, a piece of homemade jewelry. It may be some other random thing I am capable of making or doing that would be enjoyable to you! I may bake something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you! That’s for sure. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The fine print (which is actually the same size, but whatever): You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on their blog. When you get your lovely homemade goods from me, post a picture on your blog so I know my love arrived without a hitch.

This was on my mom's blog who got it from her sister Julie's blog who got it from her friend Amy's blog---see how we're sharing the love? Who wants to play?

2009-02-15T20:21:00.000-05:00

College

So I guess it's inevitable. I have to grow up. Not that that's a bad thing or anything, it's actually pretty fun. Colleges are sending me letters and brochures. At school they're making us write papers outlining our top careers and colleges (math professor, engineer, MIT, and BYU). It was pretty exciting to realize that I just passed the half way point of high school.

Contrariwise, my parents aren't as thrilled as I am. They only grudgingly gave permission for me to graduate early. They said that when we were little they couldn't wait for us to leave, but now that we're almost like actual people, it's sad.

Only 3 semesters left!!

Hello?

2009-02-13T15:41:00.000-05:00

Well, Anna and I decided we would join the internet blogging world. And this is our first attempt. My mom has just left so she doesn't know about this yet. Let's hope we don't live to regret it. And since I'm Tweedledee I guess I'll throw in a 'contrariwise.' If you don't know what that's from you need to read the chapter from Through the Looking Glass called 'Tweedledee and Tweedledum.'