*Grabs mole bowl, sits in front of computer* Now, where were we? Ah! La música! (Listening to: "Rehearsal" by Natsuko Kondo [Kondo Natsuko]) Anyway, quote of the day and word of the day (which is more like "pronunciation of the day):
Quote of the day: "What happens to the flower when there's no light?"
Word of the day: schism (pronounced "skih-zm", NOT "shih-zm")
Hey! I am OK-ish today...ups and downs balance out (although I tend to make the ups seem even more great). BUT! I have MANY thoughts that I have miraculously maintained in mine mind, and they wantz to be sharéd. Let us begin.
[Edit: this one's long: here's a table of contents and a key to find certain things]:
- Idjits-§§§
- Pinwheels-∞∞∞
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- Quote/Word of day-ßßß
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First of all, about the post title--IDJITS THESE DAYS. I mean, COME. ON. Are you serious? I finally have something to complain about by way of people with normal or slightly under-normal intelligence. Now, before I get started, I would like to clear something up: the term "intelligence" is used here not as one's intellectual ability, but as the evaluation of how well one applies that intellectual ability, usually referred to as "smartness," "smarts," or "smartitude," to some people (I know I like to add "-age" to random words, so "-itude" will be accepted).
Anywho, back to idjits. No, that is not a recurring spelling error or a display of my poor control over the English language/a terrible spell check. I mean idjits. Like today, for example. (*oooh! I love this song!*)
At lunch, there was a bit of a problem. Concerning students. And their normal intelligence. Now, my school is easily one of the top schools in the city. All the students here are muy inteligentes; very intelligent. No, scratch that. All of them are smart. Apparently, though, they don't use their gifts of brains. I went into the cafeteria, and there was this HUGE line going into the serving room-place. Like, 20+ students standing in line. I think to myself, "I'll bet they're all in the same spot, too." I was referring to the fact that more often than not, kids wait in line for ages when maybe 4 people inside are waiting for the same one meal, and everyone else does not necessarily want that meal.
Anyway, I waited for about 10 minutes before the lunch ladies told everyone in the growing line that anyone who didn't want nachos to step in. Now, they do this ALL the time, whenever the line is backed up. You'd think the students would learn and get the hang of it by now, but NO. They have to be told every time. Basically, these so-called "intelligent" people are waiting for eternity for food they don't want; they want something else down the line in the room, like salad or pizza. Honestly, just do what I do: edge in front of everyone and find out what's being served, then get what you want. It's just that easy.
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Now, about pinwheels. Apparently we (the city) have at least 1 wind turbine, a fact I find mighty impressive. I already knew they were building one last year, but today, riding the train home, I saw it with blades and moving. It blew my mind, I tell you. I've seen them in the more rural areas of Illinois, like, farms of them, but here was one in my city. Sweet!! One step forward!
Oh, right. Looking at the giant modern windmill, turning in the wind, I realized that it looked incredibly like a pinwheel. A giant, three-bladed, modern, expensive pinwheel. *Daddy, I want one.*
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LOL. I just remembered what I told my classmate today, after our teacher explained something to them: "He just blew your mind with science-y awesomeness."
What else caught my attention today...oh yeah, I tried to sleep on the train ride to school, and I was on the steps, b/c there were no more free seats (I had my viola). My viola was situated on the step above, along with my history book. NOT A GOOD IDEA. About 15 minutes into the ride and ten minutes into my catnap, we hit some rocky rail-age, and I--half-asleep--am rudely awakened by my viola case falling onto my head---HARD. Man, did I jerk up fast.
Hmm...nothing much really happened aside from that. We had a club fair, where clubs try to recruit new members (I'm a president). It was fun, for the most part. I had good company. I love my school.
Computerized metronomes are the most ANNOYING--.
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OK. The quote came from my history teacher who was talking about...something. I totally forgot, but look around that. The word of the day I already knew; it also came from history, as we were talking about Medieval Europe and the Great Schism. Mr. T has been pronouncing it "shizm" for the past week, and today he tells us that he's amazed we didn't correct him and tell him it's"skizm." All chaos in conversation broke loose. Meh. I'm with that girl: I don't think he knew until last night; like, he was talking to his wife and she said "No, it's 'skizm'." XD Like I said, love mah 'scuela.
Listening to: Adagio for Strings, composed by Samuel Barber (LOL; part of the album "Classical Music for People Who Hate Classical Music")
Currently plotting: how to pull off that essay Mr. T wants done in class tomorrow.
Trying to finish: um, drawings that I seem to have forgotten/misplaced...*whistles*
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