Best wishes times two.

Jocelyne's birthday: today.

Jenna's birthday: tuesday.

-www.explodingdog.com

Another earth-shattering revelation.

Sometimes, I find it really weird that I am able to move. Sometimes in Honour Band or History, I'll just stop and think about my hand for awhile. I like to move the fingers, to clench and unclench my fist. Sometimes I feel like the fingers on the hand aren't my fingers at all, but that I can control them, that I can watch from a distance.

I don't feel as though I am my body. I feel as though I wear my body, as though I put it on every day when I come back from dreaming, from being in other bodies (because I am almost never in mine at night).

It's difficult to say this kind of thing without sounding as if I am either complaining or spouting body-image clichés ("it's what's on the inside that counts"). I think my body's alright...it's perfectly capable and functions about as well as average, while allowing me to blend into a crowd (and thereby observe that crowd from within). But it's just a covering for me, a costume that is particularly difficult to get out of. My body is a puppet, and I'm pulling its strings.

Of course, sometimes we're so perfectly synchronized that I don't think about anything of the sort.

Scrolling down on this page, I noticed that it's been somewhere like three weeks since a proper post (i.e. a musing or a rant with a more ambiguous title). Again, I apologize. Next week shouldn't be so bad, so I'll be able to get back to what I love doing.

I'll let you imagine what that might be.

And sometimes, my mouth moves completely independently.

Have a good one.

Today is Sophia's birthday.

Some quotes.

Alicia on blog: "And really, all of my posts usually contain some sort of rant about something or other, so I figure maybe I should try and find a different way of dealing with things that upset me...."

Shruthi on me: "She doesn't talk. She rants."

Me on monday at 5:46: "Gotta go now. Plenty of work."

I have nine tests this week.

So my blogging has lagged a bit. But I'm back, briefly, to tell you all about how incredibly mod I was today. I bought Quadrophenia on record while wearing my mother's good dress clothes (black suitcoat, grey skirt etc.).

(Yeah, okay, it's an unhealthy obsession. But the guy that seemed sort of familiar in the store agrees with me that it's a "great album".)

Oh man I need to study.

Don't let it bring you down.

The perfect amount of sleep...?

EDIT: I've officially forgiven my math class. Now, as for these parties....

I felt really good today, which is probably why I said so many stupid things and so many teachers yelled at me. Here's a brief selection of quotes, in chronological order.

Math Class

Kelsey: So this six is the b parameter?
Me: No, that six. (jabs at Kelsey's notebook)
Kelsey: But why can't this six be the b? It wanted to be the b.
Me: Because you have to simplify the equation.
Kelsey: Why does everything have to be simplified?
Me: Because we have to simplify everything to understand it...(preparing to launch into RFS-style rant)
Teacher: What are you ladies talking about? Is it math?
Kelsey, me: Yeah, we were talking about the b parameter.
Class: Yeah, sure guys. Good one.
Me: No, really! (resolving not to invite any classmates to Kelsey's calculus parties)

French Class

Uh, aside from teacher's comparison of GVinf and being in the closet and being yelled at repeatedly, and Kelsey singing Twist and Shout continuously over fifty minutes....

History Class

Chen: Jazz band!
Me: I'm late.
Chen: ....?

I managed to guess Marisa's word.

Moral Class

Sub: (heavy Russian accent) But it is not a free period. You either watch the movie, or you read. Or you draw pictures.
Eric: Can we play chess?
Sub: ...yes.

Jazz Band

Fortin: This piece is level three. Or maybe three and a half...I don't remember.
Me: It says three here.
Mikel: Uh, that's the page number.

I really had a lot of fun at Leadership. Having like six people in charge is a very very good thing. Ariel: Moral wasn't as interesting as it perhaps sounds.

Captions!

Future band name: Academic Death Warrant.

Those of you with whom I have spoken in the past few days are probably well aware of my latest source of excitement. In Rainbows is coming out on the internet in five days, and even though I'm not going to hear any of the songs for a long time, and even though Radiohead isn't my favourite band ever (although I do think they are pretty damn awesome and pretty damn good musicians), I've been jumping up and down about it.

Why? Could be that finally being part of anything current is having its effect. We like belonging, and the fact that many of one's favourite celebrities are dead, well...it makes one feel a little out of the loop. I could digress into another commentary, but I think this is all for today.

ImPOSTer!

Here's what I wrote beside DATE on my science test today.

2007-09-01.

Think I need a little more sleep?

Countdown to Radiohead: a little over a week....