Exploring Blog City

(This is a post from LadyLuck, the new addition to my blogging team. She's a good friend of mine, and she knows pretty much everything about me.. to an extent.) You shall know me as the other blogger. The more optimistic of the two. I am a sixteen year old high school girl...oh the stereotypes that are associated with those words. No, I do not go around twirling my hair, using "OMG" or "like totally" between every word, gossip about the latest couple or pop culture news, or any other ludicrous "teenage girl" thing. Sorry if I disappoint. I enjoy life in its fast moments, sad moments, embarrassing moments, awarding moments, etc. I am a family girl with two amazing sisters (both intellectual), a mother, a father, two cats, and a bunny. My parents are divorced and the younger of my two older sisters is at a US college. The eldest is at home either applying for graduate schools or working. It gets pretty quiet sometimes, but that is the way I like it. Maddy Lee and I are friends from school...met him in 6th grade and we didn't start talking to each other until 8th. He will be posting much more than I because I am not much of a blogger, but you will be hearing from LadyLuck occasionally. I am open to comments and if I get a lot I may post more.

My goals for posting on this blog...to rant about my crap, get a few laughs, share my life with a friend, and see what others think.

Celebrate!

"Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead!"  What about the witch of the south?  Did the others just disregard her because she's from the south?  Seriously, there is a wicked witch of the East, wicked witch of the West, good witch of the North, but no (probably good or neutral) witch of the South...  Anyway, that movie was on this weekend.  It's pretty much my favorite old movie--right in front of Twelve Angry Men.  To Kill a Mockingbird is also pretty good.  The Wizard of Oz is just boss. I was trying to find all the little historic parallels and stuff, but it was kind of difficult.  It's awesome how they made the movie.  And the story is fabulous.

Dorothy: Now which way do we go?
Scarecrow: Pardon me, this way is a very nice way.
Dorothy: Who said that?
[Toto barks at scarecrow]
Dorothy: Don't be silly, Toto. Scarecrows don't talk.
Scarecrow: [points other way] It's pleasant down that way, too.
Dorothy: That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?
Scarecrow: [points both ways] Of course, some people do go both ways.

Scarecrow: I haven't got a brain... only straw.
Dorothy: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?
Scarecrow: I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they?
Dorothy: Yes, I guess you're right.

Wicked Witch of the West: And now, my beauties, something with poison in it, I think. With poison in it, but attractive to the eye, and soothing to the smell.
[cackles]
Wicked Witch of the West: Poppies... Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleeeeep. Now they'll sleeeeep!

Cowardly Lion: I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks. I do, I do, I do, I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do, I *do*!
Wicked Witch of the West: Ah! You'll believe in more than that before I'm finished with you.

Auntie Em Gale: Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn't mean that you have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years, I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now... well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!

Anyway, I've been away from my computer for the past four days.  It wasn't so bad, but I had thought that I had downloaded "Bohemian Rhapsody" before leaving the computer behind.  It was even in my itunes library, but apparently it didn't sync to my ipod.

So, did you have a good Thanksgiving (if you live in the US)?

Stop it.

I spend at least six hours per day of my weekdays with a single person.  He is a decent friend of mine, but he is slowly and surely becoming more and more like me.  It's annoying and I want to just yell at him: "Stop fucking copying my mannerisms.  Do not be me.  Be you. Just fucking stop!"  And it's annoying as hell.  This is partly because he seems to have become more of a sad person lately because of my downer-ish tendencies.  It reminds me precisely of my other friend BB's words that I need to stop spreading my "slime".  It makes me think that I have poisoned my six-hour friend.  And it pisses me off to think that I could do that simply by existing.  I am now constantly worrying that I am going to infect people with my "disease".  But at the same time it makes me feel proud that I have such a dominating personality.  Or perhaps its just that my six-hour friend is weak. 

And it doesn't help matters that I am going to be stuck with this six hour friend for the rest of the year and much of next semester.  Fuck damn shit hell bitch son of a shit faced crackheaded fatass jackhole son of a rabbit. 

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Death.

Raped by a death-eating harry potter fan. 

Smashed with an extension cord and a word. 

Random intricacies of the neurotic masses that fuck themselves over by thinking.  Go build a fucking rode.  Chop wood and sell it.  Go bag some groceries or clear somebody's brush.  If all the fucking idiots who rule this country were to understand and practice a little bit of altruism--after taking a course on economics and business--the world could be better.  If we get rid of pedophiles, the world will be a better place.  If we could just kill off all those muslims, we would sleep more soundly.  If only gay people weren't placing their agenda on the youth of AMERICA. AMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICA!!!!!!!!!!  If only there weren't those southern bigots, we would live in a better place.  If only those northern tolerators weren't there we could all just go fuck a ten year old girl.  That would solve our problems.  Maybe we should go find some pedophilophiles to clean up the nation; they're a curious species.  Or maybe we should just neutre and spade all the people of our nation. That would do something for the overcrowding problem.  We should make China attack North Korea and Iran so that the world will be less affected by nuclear winter when it happens.  We should brain-wash all of our citizens so that they can't rage against the machine anymore.  Or else, we should have an all-open policy that everyone gets an education, there is no "elite" class, and all of the politicians just want to wipe their own asses rather than cleaning up the pile of shit that our most recent dog dropped in the house. 

Death.

Raped by the transitive property.  "So afraid of getting raped again and again."

Opulence, I haz it.  I like the best.  This one.  But i also like savings dee money.  So when directtv tell me, five months free for most premium televisions paeckage; I jump in it.  MMMMM, wha!

You know what...  "If you're happy, then i'm..."

What the hell does that mean!!!?!?!?!?!????!!

Lingua Latina

Linguam Latinam amo.  Si res intelligentes amas, hanc linguam amabis.  (I love the Latin language.  If you like intelligent things, you will love this language.)

The reason that I love the language so much is that it has so much to it.  There are four conjugations of (regular) verbs, each with their own set of 120 different forms (that my class has learned so far) that it can take. 
This is the present active voice indicative of "amo, amare, amavi, amatus" (I love/like, to love/like, i loved/liked, having been loved/liked):
Singular:                    Plural:
Amo- I love       | Amamus- We love
Amas- you love |  Amatis- You (all) love
Amat- he loves  |  Amant- They love

That is just the conjugation chart for the present active voice indicative.  Each of these is what I will refer to as a form for a verb.  There is also a future, future perfect, perfect (past), pluperfect (past perfect), and imperfect (continuous past) tense that this verb can take in the indicative mood.  Also in the indicative mood, there is the passive voice forms of these same tenses.  In the subjunctive mood, there is no future or future perfect tense, but there are four tenses in both the active and passive.  So there are six charts of six forms in the active voice indicative (36 forms), six charts of six forms in the passive voice indicative (36), four charts of six forms in the active voice subjunctive (24), and four charts of six forms in the passive voice subjunctive (24).

That means that there are 20 different charts like the one above that a single verb has.

Add that up and you get 120 forms for a single regular verb.  Multiply that by four because of the four different conjugations, and then add in the irregular verbs that don't really follow a conjugation.  (Luckily, the irregular verbs sometimes do not have a passive voice.  And sometimes there are such things as deponent verbs that are formed as passive verbs but translate as active verbs)  That is a lot of forms for verbs to take.

The subjunctive mood is the mood of wishful thinking, and the indicative mood is that of facts.

November 13, 2010

I play on a u19 soccer team (rec--not school or competitive), and we will have our last game of the season tomorrow.  In fact, it is the last game of a tournament that we are in at the moment.  We have already played and won two games.  If we win tomorrow, we will win the tournament.

We're a pretty good team.  Sometimes we bunch up too much and occasionally get selfish with the ball, but otherwise, we're pretty solid.  I play defender mostly (usually left full), but I could play any position (except mid-field; I can't run FOREVER).  I used to be a competitive soccer player when I was little, but I quit when I was about 10 or 11 because I wanted to focus on being a good gymnast (if I didn't tell you, I was a gymnast for 10 years--until I broke my back and just couldn't get back to a competitive level.).  Last year, I started playing again on a team whose constituents were almost all good friends of mine, and I have enjoyed it thoroughly ever since. So yeah, I just felt I should tell you that and get a little bit of info about my life onto the blog, rather than just my whining.

So anyway, hope for us that we win.  And have a good day, morning, evening, night, or twilight.