Only 11 more days...

...until spring break!!

Not like I'm counting or anything.

I even figured everything out mathematically, given that my assumptions are correct. ;)

school = fun - (boring + homework)

spring break = opposite of school

SO...

1 / (fun - (boring + homework)) = spring break

Which can be rewritten as:

spring break = (fun + (fun - no homework))

"no homework" is equal to zero.

Therefore, spring break will be fun! Except for this:

spring break = April

April = IB Math Studies test

IB Math Studies test = hours of studying

But...

(hours of studying / Mr. Huynh) = (Mr. Huynh / hours of studying)

So I guess everything just evens out.

Endless love...

Likes to live life unpredictably
Has never-ending devotion
Outnumbers the grains of sand on the beach...

All hail pi.

Here are a few of the digits for good measure.

3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286 208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647093844609550582231725359408128481 117450284102701938521105559644622948954930381964428810975665933446128475648233 786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273724587006 606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360011330530548820466521384146 951941511609433057270365759591953092186117381932611793105118548074462379962749 567351885752724891227938183011949129833673362440656643086021394946395224737190 702179860943702770539217176293176752384674818467669405132000568127145263560827 785771342757789609173637178721468440901224953430146549585371050792279689258923 542019956112129021960864034418159813629774771309960518707211349999998372978049 951059731732816096318595024459455346908302642522308253344685035261931188171010

And if you didn't get it YET, today is 3.14.2007 and the time is 1:59. Meep!

Win!ter formal...

...was fun! Despite the NASTY dancing and the NASTY people doing all of that...suggestive... bleh. It's so upsetting it makes me inarticulate.

However, I did not partake in the said NASTY activities, but rather danced with my friends. Hmph. And I ate cheesecake.

What more can one say about a dance? Maybe an interviewer might help.

(By the way... I found that picture on yahoo. I was totally dressed like that. Stylin.)

Interested Person: Did you dance? An anonymous source informed us that you did not "dance" at "dances" until the very end of eighth grade.

Me: Embarassment... but yes, I did dance.

Interested Person: With whom?

Me: With every boy in the room. Just kidding! Hahahaha.... he... anyways. I danced with my friends, because they're more fun, and it's much more comfortable.

Interested Person: Did anything odd happen?

Me: Well, I kept feeling slightly claustrophobic due to the density of the crowd.

Interested Person: Hm. This conversation is boring me.

Me: Psh. Thanks a lot.

Interested Person: Let's get into juicier stuff. Hmm... We know! Did you witness any dramatic displays?

Me:Nope.

Interested Person: Didn't anything exciting happen?!
Me: My shoes were gorgeous.

No-longer-interested Person: Ookay, well then, we're never talking again...

Me: It's not my fault that I don't get into dramatic arguments, or have star-crossed romantic flings! Gosh.

Really-uninterested-person: Hey, is that a popular, stupid, dog-carrying celebrity over there? I could make a fortune off of paparazzi pictures! Mwahaha!

Me: *shakes head* Whatever.

Much love for the Beatles.

Wannabe.

Auditions for the NEW and Improved Kelsey:

Applicant A -

Zoos: Hi, I'm Jesus.
Royal We: So, why are you interested in replacing Kelsey?

Zoos: Well, I really like her headband. It's SnAzZy. Plus her glasses are purple and awesome!! I mean, who wouldn't want to be her?!


Applicant B -

Patrick: Good afternoon. My name is Patrick and I think that I am qualified to replace Kelsey because today I won the "Patrick Award" and I received an official-looking trophy that completely validates my extreme superiority, er, I mean, my statement of qualification.

Royal We: We see. Hypothetically speaking, what would you do, as Kelsey, if you were asked out by a boy?

Patrick: Uhh... I don't really know. I've never been in that kind of situation before...

Royal We: So are you saying that your being male will get in the way of your effectiveness?

Patrick: Gah!! NOOOOO.

Applicant C -

Peter: Hi. I'm Peter. I don't really want to take over Kelsey's job as Kelsey. I just wanted to try on her glasses.

Royal We: We see. Well, just as a matter of course, may we ask you an interview question?

Peter: Sure.

Royal We: Would you be willing to tweeze your eyebrows? This is an important task that Kelsey takes very seriously.

Peter: Ahem, I like my eyebrows just the way they are. Puh.


Applicant D -

Kelsey2.0: Hi! I'm Kelsey2.0! I'm newer, faster, smarter, and downright cuter! I have tons of new capabilities such as, but not limited to, better hair! Quicker reflexes! More perky happiness!Resistance to most cold-related diseases! And I am fluent in Esperanto!

Royal We: We're a little scared.

Kelsey2.0: I even have a better sense of humor! And you must admit, my resemblance is uncanny!

Royal We: That is a very convincing argument. So far, the other applicants have been... the wrong gender. We don't find that acceptable at QueenKelstiki, Inc. So, without further ado, we would like to present...

Kelsey2.0! Available wherever the original Kelsey can be found!

What a waste.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was absolutely awful! Not only was it lacking in humor, but it was also badly constructed of various sea-related myths, with too many storylines. Also, why the heck was the crew of the Flying Dutchman weird human-sea animal hybrid-things?! What does that have to do with ANYTHING?

The story of the Flying Dutchman in actuality is rather interesting (and the opera is wonderful) but what kind of freak takes out their heart, survives, and keeps it in a chest, buried on some random island? Not even a pirate would do something so maniacal and stupid. Plus, the giant squid scenes were LAME. All you get to see are the tentacles, and every time the animal strikes, it's exactly the same as before.

Seriously. The screenwriter could have done such a better job with this movie. They completely wasted the wonderfully hilarious work done by the first Pirates movie on this second-rate roll of film. I hope the third one redeems this abomination.

Finished ranting.

P.S. I liked Commadore Norrington's part. What a sneaky, desperate man. Truly commendable. ;)

*Singing* Walking in a winter wonderlaaaaand...

Winter time in California can only be felt as it should be in the mountains. Hence, the wonderfulness of winter camp! Ah, the snow, so white and sparkly. Words cannot do justice to thy shimmering beauty! But with that comes the inevitable, the awful and downright uncomfortable cold. The shivering and chattering that I endured! And to think that I was born in the Midwest. What would all those people think of me now?

Kelsey: GAh! It's so cold! *shivers uncontrollably*

Midwesterner: What a nice, warm, winter day! It's so refreshing to have the sun out! And it's a balmy 35 degrees!

Kelsey: *gasps* W-w-w-what are you talking about? I can't feel my toes! DO YOU KNOW HOW WRONG THAT IS?!?!?!

Midwesterner: Silly you! I haven't felt my toes since late November. You get used to it.

Just in case you were wondering, camp was the most fun weekend I've had in quite a while. We (as in my dear friends from small group/church and I) went off-roading, trudged through white, fluffy snow, played Clue, went on a ropes course, and danced like no tomorrow at the "Blast From the Past" parrrrty. Why can't prom be like that? Almost everyone dressed in crazy outfits reminiscent of eras long (or not so long) past and danced and sang along to songs like "R.E.S.P.E.C.T." and "Sweet Child O' Mine".

*Sigh of satisfaction* How lovely!

January 9, 2007 9:48 pm, Kelsey's Desk

Laina and me. Hm. It's time for bed...

I have that Monkees song "Daydream Believer" stuck in my head.

The Way I See It #192

Many people lack a spiritual belief system and fill that void with obsessions about celebrities. The celebrities are raised to the rank of gods, and these earthly gods will always fail the expectations the masses have set for them. The cycle runs thusly: adoration turns to obsession, obsession turns to disappointment, and from disappointment it is just a short emotional jump to contempt.

- Donna Phillips, freelance writer

Courtesy of Mr. J. Fickle

Oh to be a chipmunk...

I got my wisdom teeth pulled yesterday. I feel like there's this whole part of me missing... Actually, four parts of me. My body is making up for the loss by making my cheeks quite large and puffy. How kind.

Happy Blog-versary to me!

That's right! My blog-versary is today, making it one year old. Ah, how things have changed since that first post! I mean, nowadays Earth has been invaded by aliens, we all teleport, school is no longer boring...

Hm. That must've been something I dreamed last night.

In reality, nothing has changed very much, although I'd like to say I've grown as a person by expressing myself through this 21st century medium. *stifles giggles*

Thank you, to my infrequent and few readers! It is for you that I write! Well, not really, but you can go on thinking that.

Until next time, aufwiedersehen.

Well, if you MUST complain...

This is the Birmingham Complaints Choir, a group of people who responded to an advertisement and came up with a decidely artistic response to the unpleasant aspects of life in general. So, if you must complain, sing a song and improve someone else's day. :)

*Sings* I want my money back... My job's like a cul-de-sac...

Fishing = slow.

Yesterday I went fishing with my fairy godmother. We drove out to a small pond, sat down, and cast our lines into the water. Six hours later, I had pulled up an old boot, a lava lamp, two soggy origami cranes, three typewriter keys, and a scuba mask.

"Fishing sucks," I said, disappointed with my lack of fish.

"Perhaps it does dear, but do you know what the lesson from this experience is?" asked my fairy godmother.

"Umm..."

"The lesson is this: people do not care about the environment and throw their trash anywhere they please, including in this pond, thus killing the fish and ruining our outing!"

I stared at her with wide eyes. I'd never seen her so angry in my life.

"Oh, and one more thing," said my fairy godmother, "Sometimes, there just aren't enough fish in the pond. That's when you've got to remember that there's a whole sea out there."

"How long does it take to get to the pier from here?" I asked. "I want to go fishing there."

"About an hour," she replied.

"Well, I'll just have to start fishing late," I said.

If it's illegal, is it still art?

The graffiti in London is far superior to that in Los Angeles. Theirs moves, and skateboards, and dances... why can't ours do that?!

On a more serious note, political commentary seems like a more worthwile reason to deface public (and private) property than for gang-related reasons.

For instance, take a look at this: http://www.banksy.co.uk/menu.html

Quite inspiring.

Having pie with your whipped cream?

That's right, folks. Underneath all that whipped cream is a piece of pie. Who would've thought? This atrocity of synthetic sweetness and Thanksgiving leftovers is the product of my father's attempt to satisfy his sweet tooth. It seems that over the years he has become more lax in regards to the amount of sugar I am allowed to intake after dinner. What an interesting development... Perhaps it is to test my self-restraint. Of course, he of all people should know that I have no self-restraint when it comes to dessert. ;)

Me and Mini-me (a.k.a. Master Kelstiki and the Young Padawan)

Bangs... nose... glasses... I think Laina needs a new stylist. I mean, her current one is so copying my look.

An interesting tidbit of news from the wonderful world of science.

Scientists develop 'cloak of invisibility'
Now you see it, now you don't
by Greg Doublewank


A joint US and British team of scientists have successfully tested a cloaking device they claim can "hide" an object by bending microwaves around it.
Although in its infancy, this embryonic technology is said to be making US Military supremos harder than a North Korean nuclear bunker.
"The possibilities are endless," stated head boffin, Professor H. Potter. "With this technology at a military's disposal, you could theoretically hide bombers, tanks, even large ships such as aircraft carriers."
Our science and technology reporter, Jocelyn Thrutch, was present at the demonstration, where a small copper disc was made to "disappear". Scientist Dr. A. Dumbledore explained: "This phenomenon is best described in the analogy of water moving around a smooth rock. When water recombines, having passed around the rock, someone looking downstream would never guess it had passed around an obstruction, lending an apparent perception of invisibility."
The US Army's General V. Oldermort enthused: "Why with this here deevice attached to say, the 1st US Armoured Division, we could sneak up right on top of old Kim and give him one straight in the ass! Where do I sign?!"
British military observers were however more sanguine in their endorsement of the new technology and it's application. "Not having a great deal of military hardware to begin with," murmured Major-General R. Weasley, "I cannot see any benefit in spending billions of tax-payers pounds in hiding a couple of Challengers and an old wheelbarrow anyway."
There is no civilian potential for this type of exotic technology on the cards at the moment, although Professor Potter joked: "I imagine every schoolboy would leap at the chance at being able to raid the Tuck Shop unseen!" Hmm….

http://www.therockalltimes.co.uk/2006/10/23/cloak-of-invisibility.html

Note from me: Who knew Harry was so intelligent? I thought he was just really good at getting into trouble and using simple spells to foil the world's most dangerous wizard...

I am feeling awkward.

The allegory of the corporate ladder.

Success is what you define it. For instance, these crabs think that success is getting to the top of the pile, when in reality they will be eaten first. Some may not think that is success, but the crabs might, since it will mean the end of their misery.

Wow, that's depressing!

I just wanted to write something as wise as my dear little niece did... minnesotaniece.blogspot.com Her insight is an inspiration to us all.

Please don't kill me, Boba Fett!

Today Laina and I were blessed with the following decree: no school! In honor of this auspicious day, my dad took off work and my mom took a break from working endlessly and we all went to see a movie and play Monopoly.

Monopoly, if you didn't already know, is a very serious game in my family. It not only requires skill and strategy, but also a sophisticated level of fortunateness. Today, my friends, I was very fortunate.

At one point in the game, each of us was fairly equal to the others in regards to property and capital. However, I took advantage of my money and blew it all on hotels in hopes of trapping one of my fellow players. As they came closer and closer to my properties, my stomach knotted up and I wondered if the dice would be good to them. Lucky for me, they weren't. First, Laina landed on my property. She had to pay me almost all of the cash she had. Then my dad landed on my property. The same fate befell him. I didn't expect such success, so I was surprised when my mom landed on my land as well. Luck was not on her side, unfortunately, for since she had doubles, she had to roll again. Her second roll landed her... two spaces away within the same monopolized property.

Needless to say, I won. But the story here, boys and girls, is that money is everything! Oops, did I say that? I mean... um... money is not everything and one shouldn't step on one's family members to reach the top.

Unless you're playing Monopoly.

Disclaimer: I'm not as huge a Star Wars fan as you think! Despite the fact that there are three references as of today on my home page... Hmm.... maybe I need to reevaluate myself and my hobbies.