(on the side note)

I had a strange dream when I napped today. About thousands of man-eating turtles swarming on a platform in some remote cliff in a distant part of the country. My sisters/friends (I can't remember which) were having a trip and we stumbled upon them as we took elevator/sky-lift to go see them. And somehow, it was there again when we reached the ground, and I had to swim towards them for unknown reasons... and then it goes blank.

Then shifts to a house with a lot of cats. I remember old furniture and a mention of a quest or destiny of some sort.

Is this an indication of stress? Or craziness...?

YOUTUBE WITHDRAWAL: Day 1

10 minutes ago, I deleted my Youtube account and vowed to embark on a journey of soul-cleansing and re-self-discovery.

Let me tell you this - for 2 years, I have been a faithful Youtube user. It all started when Jobo sent me a Naruto episode via MSN (when I was addicted to chatting, of course) and I was struck by the wonders of the Internet. I looked up Kenshin and had 96 episodes of beauty open up to me. My "total number of videos watched" count climbed up to 3,500 in my first few months.

I was 14.

This is totally not to something written to be funny. Of course, a lot of people could be reading this and laughing their heads off, but it's been really difficult. Already, I'm regretting my decision. People don't realize how hard it is to be working and resist the urge to take a 5 minute break to watch a little video.... and then that 5 minutes turns into 30, and then an hour, and then 2 and then 6.

Only today, I was chatting with a friend, who wrote, "Since when have you become a fan girl?" And then I had an epiphany - I was a fan girl. What were my hobbies? When was the last time I hung out with anyone? I've realized how much of my academic life was wasted away, and I've decided to do something about it. I could very well be sleeping at 10, or using those hours wasted and still sleep at 3/4 but be productive enough to use my good brain.

So begins day 1 of my withdrawal, and the beginning of my "Overcoming an Addiction" series of this blog. Believe me, I am not being melodramatic. My friends will know how serious I am about this.

HAPPIEST DAY OF JUNIOR YEAR SO FAR ZOMG!

Weird Dreams are Bothering Me

And there was a part where the package started leaking and a bit of the cat tail dripped off of the corners...

Strange, it's been a few days since the dream and I can still remember that bit very vividly. I was panicking because the cat was starting to melt and I hadn't made my decision of whether or whether or not to buy it. As soon as the tail dripped (more like squeezed) out, the owner took the squelchy package and told me I could get a new one if I wanted.

"And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad... The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had..." - Gary Jules

Speaking of surreal terrors:

Frank the Bunny is starting to fascinate me.

Donnie Darko in film class!

Huzzah!

I LOVE PHOTOSHOP

1024 x 768, Rurouni Kenshin wallpapers

If a random stranger stumbles upon this and wants to take them for his/her own, that's totally fine by me, as long as they are credited back to me, Tsarinelle. I will be very angry if my rights are violated.

Falling Off the Earth

"Falling Off The Earth"

It's funny how adamant I was about the BT not publishing my sister's essay because I felt that, once it was out, the entire High School (not just the ones who have already known me and my tragic background) would know that I was the younger sister of an insanely good writer soon to be graduating Yale in the spring of next year. I still feel the same way, and I know that once the name gets out, everything I do will be in the shadow of her undeniable reputation. Just like applying to the damned school... I get in, it's goes unnoticed, like something long predicted. I get rejected, and it's almost atrocious (on my part). Either way, comparisons are going to be made...

This piece had to coincide with my sister's application essay, "WHY I WRITE: A fear of falling off the Earth", which talks about how she writes to preserve things past and try, feebly, to hold her footing in an Earth that spins uncontrollably fast.

I wish I could write like that. We're all very much lost in space and trying to bring ourselves back to reality holding on is ultimately life's greatest challenge... All the escapists of the world should be given a little bubble to access and live in for a given amount of time. Of course, this is now called video gaming and virtual reality. :)

The Truth About IB

Here's the story: the International Baccalaureate (or IB, to us insiders) is, as the name hints, an international educational program that, or so they tell us, was set up to give diplomats kids a consistent education when they would move from country to country with there parents. Or that's what IB tells people.

The truth is, the IB program is just a clever front for a group of sadistic gnomes living in IB land that love to torture kids. They've fooled educational system in countries all over the world to believe that this program was for the advancing of knowledge of the kids, when really, it's all part of the gnomes plan for world domination. Shocking, huh?

At this point, you're probably saying, "No, this can't be true. Any body would recognize a scheming plot put on by lawn ornaments to take over the world by the destruction of today's youth." You must remember how smart this little guys are. There's a lot of brains hidden under those big, floppy hats. These are not your average lawn gnomes.

Let me tell you a little bit about the methods the gnomes take to ruin kids minds. Through the laborious task of writing the almighty internal and external assessment, the typical IB student racks their brain trying to write a paper that will score a good mark so she could get into a seemingly "good" college. The candidate will spend many hours in the depths of some library trying to locate information for the assessment from some book that no one has checked out since it was published in the 1700's just because it's a primary source and someone else had checked out every other book on their topic out already and many more sleepless nights trying to fit all the useless information found from this equally useless book into their paper. And then, when they finally turn their paper in, if it's an internal assessment, the teachers is forced by the gnomes to grade the assessment by the impossibly high standards that no human could score well on. But an external assessment, is worse. These papers are graded by the gnomes themselves!! Sure, the IB coordinator of a school thinks their sending them to a foreign country for people to read and grade, but these seemingly real people are actually gnomes in disguise who deliver the external assessments to the gnomes themselves living in the far off Land of IB located on another dimensional plane.

And then, there is the biggest punishment of all: the IB test. These are cumulative exams that force the IB candidate to recall every bit of information the gnomes have feed into their heads from the two years in their IB classes and write it down on a 11 page book of green and white paper. The candidate will spend hours and days and weeks trying to absorb knowledge to try and gain the elusive SEVEN, which no actual human being can obtain (unless you are an alien... or a gnome...). And if that's not grueling enough, this booklet is coated with a layer of mercury undetectable to modern science that, after the multiple tests the candidates take, deposits enough mercury inside the body of the candidate to eventually drive them insane. Some symptoms of this insanity are the spelling of the word "behavior" with a "u" or "control" with a "u" and the candidate constantly finding comparisons between real life and the useless information the gnomes feed the candidate.

So here is the story behind the mistreatment of thousands of children all over the world. This may seem to hard for you to believe, but trust me, it's true. For I am currently trapped in this web and still have one more year before I can again be free, also I don't know how much of my sanity I'll have left at the end of my captivity. So I warn you, STAY AWAY FROM IB!!! Save Yourself!! It's too late for me, but you might still have time!!

(stolen from Ana who stole it from http://www.geocities.com/ibgnomes/ )