Archive for December 2007

Well, the first thing on Christmas, my family gave to me,

A rubber chicken filling me with glee

And the second thing of Christmas I found under the tree,

Two wicked soundtrack CDs

For my third go at Christmas, my family gave to me,

Three expensive clothings,

Two wicked soundtracks

And a rubber chicken filling me with glee

In the fourth part of Christmas, I rose that morn to see,

Four screaming sisters

(and you know the rest)

—–To shorten this post so you can do something useful with your day instead of reading my blog, I’ll abbreviate here.—–

And the twelfth thing on Christmas doesn’t rhyme with ee (sorry!)

Twelve chocolate cookies

Eleven hours programming (exaggeration)

Ten hours of gaming (exaggeration)

Nine hours of snacking

Eight maids a’milking (exaggeration)

Seven hours of shopping

Six pairs of socks

Five happy teens! (Me, sister, sister, sister, sister, of which not all are teens)

Four screaming sisters

Three expensive clothings

Two wicked soundtracks

And a rubber chicken filling me with glee!

Hope you had a Merry Christmas. Don’t forget to think up some wonderful New Year’s resolutions tonight so you can break them tomorrow!

Our family now owns a cat, named Lila. Despite my sisters’ notion that our dog is better, I like her best. For one thing, she doesn’t shed hair all over the house. For another, she keeps herself clean and smelling good, which is apparently too much to ask of our dear pooch Andy.

Between my last post and this one, many exciting events have happened; exiting so much, in fact, that I was too busy being excited to actually post about them:

  • My oldest sister got crushed by a falling recliner, suffered a concussion, and was unable to take any of this semester’s final exams. She must make them up next year.
  • My oldest sister had knee surgery, immobilizing her and confining her to the couch where she is strapped to a circulator.
  • My mom got a B in Anatomy and Physiology. Scary to have a genius for a mother…
  • I got better grades this semester than the last two. Probably because my classes were easier…
  • I got a shot at the doctor’s office.
  • I got a phone-call saying that the shot I got was the wrong one, and I will have to go back and get another.

Many other exciting things exist on the horizon: seven more vaccinations I get to take before school starts, rolling out an alpha version of my transcript designer program (written in C# for you technically minded folk), and rolling out three–yes, three–new blogs: one for my technical musings, one for my fictional musings (co-written by my sister), and one for my sister alone. Yessiree, it’s been a busy week.

w00t!

I learned my first Chinese two days ago. Now I can say thank you to every Chinese person I meet.

However, that knowledge was useless in my speech, which happens to be over. And it went, if not well, at least tolerably okay. I lost my train-of-thought a few times, resulting in some awkward pauses that caused even my teacher to glace up at me. Despite those, it may have gone well. Only Friday will tell. For, of course, the grade comes Friday.

And if anyone is interested, I am taking too many credit-hours next semester to learn Chinese. Even though I’d rather learn Chinese than almost anything. Except maybe Japanese, which isn’t offered here for credit.

Just a status-quo update. Continue on your merry lives with that knowledge that I’m starting another blog… a tech blog, of all things, which I should have started years ago.

Once upon a time, there was a college student nicknamed Daquell. He was nicknamed Daquell because the nickname, Daquell, had been bestowed ‘pon him. That is why we will not call him Jack, or Jerry, or Sam, or Xie, because his name will not be named, and his name will be Daquell.

On the particular day of this particular tale, the particular student was particularly perplexed because of a particular class in which he had to give a particular speech. It would be a half-hour long. It would possibly make or break his grade. He was, to put it bluntly, doomed, because he had only printed out the speech a few minutes ago.

As he sat in his lab, arguing electronic beliefs with the students he was watching over (go Internet Explorer! Death to Firefox!), he wondered what the outcome would be. Would he finish with a high grade? Would he finish with a low grade? Would he finish at all? Only time would tell.