The “Band Geek” test!
Ha-ha! I just found this great test online. I took it, and I got 48 points. Very accurate!
The Band/Marching Band Geek Test!
> You hear a whistle and immediately snap to attention: 1
> After practicing your instrument, you find it tough to type because of muscle memory in your fingers (especially relevant to three-valve instruments): 2
> After practicing, you find it tough to kiss properly (especially relevant to tuba, trombone, and baritone players): 3
> After practicing, you actually have a boyfriend/girlfriend to discover that it is difficult to kiss properly: -10 (you lie!)
> You have participated in a sung version of one or more of the song you play with the rest of the band members (singing your own sections part): 7
> You hear the phrase battle of the bands and immediately picture competing marching bands playing it out on the football field: 6
> You can march the distance of 5 yards perfectly in the span of 8 beats…
…backwards: 4
…backwards and with your eyes closed: 6
…backwards, with your eyes closed, and while carrying a tuba/sousaphone/baritone/saxophone: 10
> The name Sousa…
…gives you the chills: 1
…excites you: 4
> This one time at band camp is a phrase you’ve actually used and have not just quoted from American Pie: 8
> You’ve decked out your instrument with those battery-operated Christmas lights…
…for a holiday performance: 7
…on a regular day/performance: 10
Now add up your total…
< 4: The Jock
What the crap are you doing taking a Band Geek test? You obviously show little or no signs of being a Band Geek. Go back to being a Goth/jock/cheerleader or whatever you do–were busy practicing our scales!
5-14: The Greenhorn
Well, I suppose every young Band Geek has to start somewhere. My suggestion is to spend as much time as you can trying to perfect your geeky ways. Have you ever been to band camp?
15-24: The Average Joe
You fall into the average category. That is, you’re like the majority of those who consider themselves Band Geeks: not near elite, but not entirely mediocre, either. Keep marching, you’ll get there!
25-34: The Contender
You are quite Band Geeky, but you probably have other activities that interfere with your band schedule. Stay the course, and one day you may become one of the Elite Geeks!
35-44: The Artist
It is quite an accomplishment to become this geeky—congratulations! You seem to have the right amount of geekiness to succeed in band, but you also aren’t a total geek and therefore have some social skills! Congratulations!
> 45: The Elite Geek < (this is me!)
You, my friend, fall into the smallest yet most looked-up to categories of band geeks: the Elite Geek. You are the pure Band Geek in its most natural form. My guess is that you play more than one instrument and have never had a boyfriend/girlfriend. But that doesn’t really matter right now your current top priority is getting that solo!
Bwa ha ha! It’s time for quiz-making!
Hooray! I’m bored as a piece of poop sitting on a stick that has been frozen stuck in an iceberg in Alaska since the last Ice Age, so I’m going to write some online quizzes that will determine your personality with utmost accuracy!! Because I’m bored.
There will be several, and I will post the links up whenever I get them completed. Because I’m bored.
..did I mention I’m bored?
By the way, where the crap is everyone?
Nervousness
Now it’s time for freaking out about my two AP test scores, which should be showing up in the mail sometime this week or next. I’m freaking out because I would love to get a 5 on the English one, which would mean I could get out of English 102 and therefore drop my course load by 3 credits (down to 17!).
But I dunno what I got, so I’m freakin’. Oh well.
And the glow sticks are still in the trees!
Tonight’s guest director: M. Night Shyamalan
Freaky weird crap goin’ down tonight!
Okay, this is what happened: my mom went down to Lewiston to spend the night with her boyfriend, and my dad is out of town until tomorrow. I was at home, messing around on the computer, when I heard these weird scratching noises upstairs.
So I go up there, figuring one of the cats got caught in something. But while I was up there, I heard a different noise outside–a weird rustling of leaves and a sound of several people running. So I run back downstairs and go outside. Looking around, I saw nothing–until I looked up in the trees. There were these freaky glowing sticks–green, blue, orange–hanging in groups of three in a few of the trees in our yard. It took me a few minutes to figure out that they were glow sticks.
I got a broom, stood up on the porch, and tried to knock them out of the trees, but I realized that the strings they were tied to were wrapped very tightly around the branches–too tightly, I thought, to have been done by simply throwing them up into the trees.
Then, to add to this, freaky twilighty music started to come out of one of our neighbor’s houses.
Weird. Very weird at midnight.
I’m scared!
But there’s good news…my dad called and apologized to me! However, I don’t know how sincere it really was.
I’m back–your lives can continue
Yay! Bow to me! I am the Master of the Universe! You are all my slaves! BWA-HA-HA!
Okay, I’m done. Anyway, it feels good to be back. I missed my computer. Except for the last day (Sunday), it was very very fun. And now it’s time to be lazy in my home state.
No apology yet.
“It’s not real, it’s Canadian!”
Holy crap, it’s hot here in Victoria–at least, compared to Alaskan temperatures.
Apparently the U.S. dollar is at an all-time low. When we got here, I exchanged $20 U.S. into Canadian–which worked out to be about $22 Canadian. Odd.
So I bought some happy little Canadian stickers and some other little thingy. And a Snickers.
Blisters from hell
We were at sea all day today, and I didn’t really have to walk anywhere. Which was good, considering that I have blisters all over my feet from dancing last night. A good piece of advice: never do The Twist for three hours barefoot on a glass floor unless you want to feel like you’ve just gotten your feet amputated. Ouch.
Plus, it was the second formal night tonight, so I had to wear my high heels again, which I started to call “high hells” because my feet hurt so awfully bad!
Blisters suck. But I rocked at dancing. People told me that they wanted me to dance again. I told them I would…if I didn’t have blisters.
Pretty slick for a white chick!
Let’s start with the beginning of the day. We got to Skagway, which is a little bitty town which seems to have constant wind. We took this awesome dog-mushing ride through the woods with a team of 16 sled dogs. ‘Twas much fun.
Here’s something I’ve noticed at every place we’ve docked so far. The ship from the Norwegian cruise line has, each time, had to tender their passengers (that is, take them by lifeboat to the shore because there’s not enough room for them to actually dock). Poor Norwegian. They’re ships have to compete with Holland America and Princess–two much bigger lines. Oh well.
Now on to dancing! I rock. That’s all there is to say. I got applause by all these old ladies who were there. It rocked.
Ner-her! I’m a prospector!
In the early part of the day, we sailed up a stretch called Tracy Arm. We were going to see some huge glaciers, but the water was still too full of little glaciers to go far enough up the Arm to see the bigger ones.
There’s this little inside joke thingy that we came up with that I’m going to put up here even though none of you will probably find it funny. My mom does surveys for the U of I, and once she came across this guy whose name was G’Tracy. Yeah, G’Tracy. So we all started calling it G’Tracy Arm and kept laughing.
Anyway…
Then we got to Juneau, and dad and I went gold panning in a river. I got a vile of gold (and some garnets) but not even close to the ounce needed to get $600. Oh well. It was fun. Cold, but fun.
Tonight, there is 50s and 60s music in the Starlight Lounge on the ship, and I think I’ll go there and dance.
…You all know how I dance.
Tomorrow–Skagway!
Ketchikan, a weird dream, and pain!
First the dream. It was probably caused by the rocking of the ship, but who knows. Apologies in advance to Jacob’s mom, and keep in mind, this is just a dream!
All of us (Aneel, Candida, E’raina, Jacob, Shannyn and I) were at school. At lunch, we all went across the street to Jacob’s house. There, we went into his garage. I started digging around in an old dresser and found an old bra. I put it on and started dancing around the garage and doing other weird stuff. Then, I turned around, and saw my mom, my dad, and Jacob’s mom all glaring at me. I didn’t really care, until my parents told me that they had compiled all the bad stuff I had ever done (holy crap!) and were disowning me.
Eh…that’s about all. It seemed really weird the day after, but now that I’m typing this nearly a week later, it seems like a fairly normal dream for me.
Now on to Ketchikan! My mom and I did this really cool four hour adventure cart thingy in a private park. We got into these ATVs and drove them around on rough roads and over bridges and through streams and all sorts of cool places! And they gave us goldfish crackers! Yummay! Plus, the bumpiness didn’t even hurt my butt. Ketchikan gets a freakin’ lot of rain, but it didn’t rain today.
Finally, the most interesting (and funny) thing that happened to me today. I had already taken two rolls of film by this point, and my mom and I took them to one of these little wooden boxes where you drop off film. I put the film in those little envelopes and wrote down my name and room number. Then I dropped them in the box. Then I realized that I forgot to mark the little “doubles” box on the envelopes. So, being me, I stuck my hand into the box. There weren’t too many film thingies in there, so I found one envelope quickly, marked the “double”, and put it back in. Then I reached back in to find the other. I couldn’t quite reach it, so I stuck my arm in up to my shoulder to find it. By this time the box was starting to cut off the circulation to my arm, so I tried to pull it out…but I couldn’t. My mom’s standing there going “pull harder!” and was trying to shield the whole thing from the little security camera that was above us. After about three minutes, I finally maneuvered my arm around so that I could get it out. However, I left in the box about three layers of skin from my arm, which was all cut up and bruised. I shall never do that again. At least, with that specific box.
Hooray! Now off to Juneau!
At sea!
Today is an “at sea” day, meaning that we don’t stop anywhere. I can really tell that the ship is rocking…the waves are coming at us from the side, so it’s pretty rocky. Not rocky enough to cause me to get nauseous (which is pretty easy to do, unfortunately), but rocky. I find it funny that Magellan named the Pacific ocean “El Pacifico”, or “the peaceful one”, when it, in fact, is quite torrent. Just a thought.
There’s this one wide hall on the 7th deck, and my mom and I and a bunch of older ladies were walking. As we were walking, the ship kept rolling back and forth, and we all kept swaying in the hall. It was amusing–I now call it “The Swaying Hall”.
Tonight was the first of two formal nights. I wore my prom dress and my blinky-blink kick ass shoes! However, I found it very difficult to walk–I can hardly walk in heels, and it is much harder to do while the ship is rocking back and forth.
Mom and Dad went to a show thingy later tonight, and I stayed in the room and watched cartoons. Life is good.
Though I feel like I should still be doing government or something.
Disembarkation!
Woo-hoo!
We took a taxi today from our hotel to the dock where about five cruise ships were docked. The process of actually getting on the ship seemed a lot more complicated than I remember it was (getting on to the Norwegian Wind, I mean).
Our ship is called the Sun Princess, and it is huge! Holy crap! If you walk around the outside of the 7th deck three times, it equals 1 mile. We are on the 6th deck, so at least we’re low enough so that we don’t have to stare at the lifeboats outside our window.
We had to back out of the harbor and turn around while several other cruise ships were passing us. It was strange.
I can’t feel the movement of the ship much, but maybe that will change tomorrow, when we’re at sea all day.
Pre-cruise: Seattle
So today we got on the plane and flew to Seattle. I love flights; they’re very fun.
In Seattle, we walked around downtown. I found a store that sold only maps and I stayed in there for about an hour. Map geek.
Then we went back to the hotel. It was pretty uneventful for the rest of the day, but I can’t wait until tomorrow. From what I remember, the Princess line of cruiseships are much bigger than the Norwegian ones (the type of ship we took last time when I was in 7th grade).
Happiness!
And we’re off!
Hello!
Tomorrow we leave for Alaska. If you’re reading this, we may already be gone, considering I didn’t post this until pretty late. Anyways, I won’t have access to a computer, but I’ll keep a little journal doodad and blog it all in when I come back.
Because I have no life.
Bye!
Fun with the Periodic Table!
More geeky fun!
Let’s see if my friends’ personalities match up with the descriptions of the elements on the Periodic Table that their initials spell out! Annnnnd…go!
First is me. Cause I’m always first.
1) Claudia: Curium (Cm)
Description: Atomic number 96, Curium was discovered in 1944 and is named in honor of Pierre and Marie Curie. It is created by bombarding plutonium with helium ions and is so radioactive it glows in the dark. Very limited quantities.
Uses: used on a Mars expedition as a part of the Alpha Proton X-ray Spectrometer.
How it Kills: accumulates in bone tissue, where its radiation destroys bone marrow and therefore ends red blood cell creation.
2) Aneel: Arsenic (As)
Description: Atomic number 33, Arsenic was discovered in 1250 and is Greek for male (rendering the accuracy of this description to the personality of Aneel as non-existent). Naturally occurring.
Uses: poison, shotgun pellets, lasers, glass, and mirrors.
How it Kills: when inhaled, lung cancer. When touched, skin cancer. When ingested, intestine and liver damage.
3) Candida: Calcium (Ca)*
Description: Atomic number 20, Calcium was discovered in 1808 and makes up about 3.5f Earths crust. It is the fifth most abundant element, and occurs only in compounds.
Uses: dehydrating oils, fertilizer, concrete, and bone (duh).
How it Kills: too little of it, and you become a crippled person with crappy bones. Too much of it, and you get kidney stones!
4) Eraina: Erbium (Er)*
Description: Atomic number 68, Erbium was discovered in 1843 and is named after a town in Sweden. It is rare, and is often found with other heavy rare earth metals.
Uses: photographic filters, neutron absorbers, pink pigment in ceramics.
How it Kills: fire and lung embolisms and liver failure! Oh my!
5) Paula: Protactinium (Pa)*
Description: Atomic number 91, Protactinium was discovered in 1917 and is the parent element of Actinium (holy crap, thats Alan! Sorry, Paula!). It does not occur in nature.
Uses: basic scientific research (due to rarity).
How it Kills: toxicity and radioactivity!
6) Rob: Rubidium (Rb)
Description: Atomic number 37, Rubidium was discovered in 1861 and, though abundant, is so widespread that it is difficult to obtain large amounts of it. Latin for “red”.
Uses: fireworks, atomic clocks, vacuum tubes.
How it Kills: makes fire…on water!
7) Shannyn: Antimony (Sb)
Description: Atomic number 51, Antimony was known to the ancients. Though it is not abundant, it is present in over 100 minerals. Most antimony is from China.
Uses: mascara, infrared detectors, diodes, plastics, and chemicals.
How it Kills: makes you broke! (Get it? Get it? Okay, kill me.) Actually, it is very similar to Arsenic poisoning (sorry, Shannyn!) and large amounts lead to death in a few days. Small doses cause dizziness, headaches, and depression.
* These unfortunate people do not have an element if I use their initials. So I used the first two letters of their first names instead!
I need some form of serious psychiatric help. Seriously. I’m analyzing my friends through the use of the Periodic Table of Elements.
Accuracy? You tell me.
The lonely summer of an only child
When I was younger, I used to think that “only child” was pronounced as “lonely child”, and I actually think that this pronunciation is more accurate, in a way.
Every summer, I get out of school and stay home while both my mom and dad continue to work at the U of I from 8 until 5. So I basically have 9 hours each day to do…whatever. So in an average summer, I have 495 hours of complete aloneness.
Obviously, this gives me plenty of time to do experiments, make movies (Lego movies!) and otherwise just mess around. However, after about 1 1/2 months or so, some sort of psychological phenomenon occurs–I go insane.
Some documented proof that this occurs around the middle of the month of July:
1) The Desert: late July of 2005 (I think…it was made at 1 in the morning )
2) Attempt at making a flying machine: August of 1999 (unsuccessful, obviously)
3) Hiking with Altoids: A Documentary: a strange movie made in late July of 2000
4) The Grandpa Twins: another strange movie with sock puppets made in July of 1997, I think
And these are just the ones I remember.
I kinda like the craziness…I come up with some pretty cool things. Plus, I don’t have to deal with any siblings!
“Profoundly anemic”
Apparently I’m not going to be giving blood for a while.
I had a doctor’s appointment earlier today (just a regular check-up doohickey) and I asked about not being able to give blood because of my anemia (a couple months ago). So I got blood drawn, and apparently I’m “profoundly anemic”. I have to take these awful iron pills of death (they’re huge) twice a day with orange juice.
I hate taking pills and I hate orange juice. And I want to give blood.
…CURSE YOU IRON DEFICIENCY!!!
More geekiness (and some “dork”)
I have no life. This has been established.
For those of you who also don’t have a life and are as geeky as me, here are two cool things to download:
1) This is a really friggin’ cool interactive Periodic Table of the Elements. You can read all sorts of interesting facts about each element as well as sort them by melting point, boiling point, mass, etc. Fun fun!
2) Wee! This lets you zoom around the solar system and orbit the planets. Very good graphics.
By the way, if any of you remember when I first emailed you The Desert, I would appreciate it if you would remind me–I can’t remember when I created it.
And ANOTHER thing–I find it interesting that we call socially inept people “dorks”. A dork is a whale’s penis.
…are whales’ penises socially inept?
Major confusion (no pun intended)
Yes, school is out, I’m aware of that, and yes, I’m still posting blogs under the category of “School, College, Greek”.
Geek with no life.
Anyways, I’m once again confused about what field(s) I should major in. I thought I had it narrowed down to psychology and theatre, but there’s so much I want to do–psychology, chemistry, astronomy, quantum physics (yes, quantum physics), art, theatre, music…all sorts of stuff. WTF should I do?!?! So much confusion!
Thinking about the infinite
That’s all I’ve got to say…very profound stuff.
Oh, and the senior party sucked…at least in my opinion. Really boring.
Meh.
GRADUATION!
I just got home from my graduation today.
It was exciting and very scary. Mr. Kaag spoke, which was cool, and so did Ben. They both rocked. I got a little bronze honor cordy thing, which is kinda disappointing (since I could’ve done better) but oh well.
Mr. Blount told me that I got a 99% in his class–the highest grade in all the periods.
Train o’ Rockin’…aw, screw it. I never have to go through physics again!
Now I never have to see Lead again, the little loser!
Off to the Senior Party!
My “to do” list for summer
Nagasaki!
So summer’s here. We graduate officially tomorrow, but I wanted to make my little “to do” list today and put it up here, with hopes that it being made public would motivate me to do some of the stuff on it for once.
So here it goes:
* Claudia’s To Do List for Summer *
– Make a summer to do list (wee! One down!)
– Write a book (this has been on my to do list for years. I can do it; I just procrastinate
– give away/give to Goodwill/take to landfill all my old crap that I won’t ever need again
– get stuff organized to take to dorm
– make a pop-up book about my friends
– Lego movies!
– throw a graduation party for my friends
– get a tattoo!
– read a couple good books
I just realized that I have a lot of lists in my blogs. Oh well. Obsessive-compulsive.
Stupid physics…(oh, and the last day of school)
I am very disappointed in my Rube Goldberg machine, which conveniently quit working when Mr. Blount came to check it out for a grade. It’s as if it hates me for some reason.
Gr.
But anyways, it is the last day of high school…ever. Kinda sad, kinda scared, kinda excited.
But mostly pissed about physics. It ruined my whole day.
Put on your happy pants!
So the year is coming to a close, and I feel the best way to end it (on my blog, at least) is to make a list of my most-remembered memories from our little lunch group.
So without further ado, I present to you:
~* The Most-Remembered Memories List! *~
~ The “family tree” I made out of my deck of cards
~ That creepy bearded guy cornering me while I had a pad in my pants and asking whether or not my parents would approve of me being “inappropriate”
~ Crab humping! (and “over capacity” Jacob!)
~ Sticking my clarinet case down my pants
~ Taking off my bra and throwing it on Aneel (multiple occurrences)
~ The whole “that’s not Gangrene!” situation
~ Tampy!
~ The tampon machine
~ “Boxing” with Hunter
~ Pissing off Alan (multiple occurrences)
~ Throwing M&Ms up into the ceiling with Candida
~ Those cardboard stilts in the bathroom
~ Harassing Ballerina Boy (multiple occurrences)
~ Taking butt and crotch pictures with my camera phone
~ Those Easter eggs–whacking them with my head
~ My reading of To Kill A Mockingbird
~ Crab-walking down the hall
~ Writing the Valentine’s Day poem to Aneel’s brother
~ Taking off my panties while wearing a skirt and then doing a cartwheel (thanks, E’raina!)
There are probably dozens more. Do you guys remember something that I don’t? If you do, tell me and I’ll stick it on here!
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