Three Days of Thought

Important emails were being sent from this peripheral unit last night. So that brings me to Little Brother's laptop. A $1.5K outfit behest by the HIll School. Nothing too extraordinary; none of our neighbors have free open wifi. So, that's what a starbucks is for. Or an Eastern/DC2NY/ Megabus for Internet four hours straight, between DC and New York, if an electric plug is provided.

Now an important topic that I never brought up to you. It was one of those metal mixing bowls, with two round latches on the side. So, to melt the butter, I put the metal thing in the microwave for ten seconds. I take it out with paper towel. It is cool to touch. Then a finger touches a round loophole. Yoken Yikes! I suffered an annoying second degree burn on the finger. It sure made writing tough for a week- and it could have been worse. So don't do it. Take the time to transfer the butter. Somehow, the loops attracted radiation, because that's what metal coils do. Same with dark, round tattoos in an MRI, as I read a scientific paper on. Same goes for putting cell phones in one, too.

So then, I come down to freewriting novels. Namely, the long-term novel. I am capable of wrting pages in 10 minutes, but I cancelled those pages from the master plan because it could be better. Anyway, if I had the time, I could theoretically write cheap novels in a three-day weekend. But I don't. Yes, and when one becomes a good writer, people expect the best. JK Rowling had a writer's bloc/block. Yes, every word has to be good. Same with my lit, but I haven't yet set the bar for myself, yet. An experience today made me think of Opera. Two JV soccer players come by. One wants to chat with me. The other cares less, especially since I started the novella which portrayed him as a flawed character. We three are dudes, so I decide to switch the dualist's name to Delora, which already resembles his common nomenclature, but in dame form. And here we can go in a typical Bully lover serves tough love to dame. Dame looks to the darling guy (who has more dough and charm) And we go on for two hours as Delora the Soprano sings high above the guy-fight. Happy ending. The End.

End of a Golden Era

It's time to get caught up on the journal. That means time for poetry. But I'm not in poetry mood, however, and the journal will look like a bullet list.

Monday
Got up and breakfast at the White House.
The Starbucks stand refused to serve me a dessert drink, even though they are not ashamed of taking my peoples' money for a shot of caffeine, street name, "frap".
Wasted the rest of the day in front of computer.
Went biking- hands got cold and swelled up.

Tuesday
Total waste of a day- Little Brother's fault.
Went biking- The Mall is scary at night.

Wednesday
Priority seating in The Supreme court, thanks to Court Marshall Thongtavee. A very special event.
Didn't have too much time to waste.
Violin Lesson, AU
Walked from Dupont Circle via West End to Home

Thursday and Friday
My last two days of vacation. They must not go to waste. I have planned a Metro-cursion with Little Brother for tomorrow.

The main item I was supposed to talk about is way too important to be relegated to the bottom of a journal entry

CUMUNC IV (Sunday)

The wind blew and whistled through the building, the temperature is falling fast. But, I will not speak of that, rather I would speak of one of my best days of my life.

It was 9:50, I had intentionally come in at 9:40. The fellow delegate was not here yet, so I had to entertain the thought of dictatorship. Not necessary, as one could clearly see people from "a mile away" from the top floor of the Przyb' Center. Everything had to be carefully said and done to be a breadwinner, the whole South Africa-Japan bloc knew. So on the stage we pressed to get our paper, authored by South Africa (Very good thing) through the question session. Unfortunately, the front-row countries such as China and England had a different agenda. By the grace of heaven we were able to merge the infidel's paper into ours. The conference barely held together as we finally voted the resolution in. A little parade, and the conference went downhill. A militant group took away Singapore and we threw paper airplanes and paper anti-aircraft missiles to intercept.

Lunch was the same as yesterday, and the fellow delegate had a celebratory sk-cub-rats (read backwards) Frappucino. Then there was the closing ceremony, which was the awards ceremony. Our conference group, the SOCHUM (Social, cultural and humanitarian.) had our awards first. The outrageous militants (China and Israel), all three being 11th graders, in a corrupted manner, got the two Outstanding prizes. At least a Saint Anselm's character won the grand prize, a gavel. At least the other awards were given without corruption. A classmate (9th grade), who performed well, won in the 1963 US security council run-up. But there was the big prize. Best High School. Who guessed? We won with a yelp, upsetting McGuniess' 5 year winning streak. I guess all our people performed do well. "South Africa deserved to win", and we did. So did Japan. You'll hear it all on Thursday at announcements. Again.

O Tannenbaum

Today we got a Christmas tree! A sign of a Germanic dark age ritual. Other than this reminder, I was nearly insistent to take the bus to get the tree, because I was in fear that there would be no parking out front. Of course, it's only what one would do if they wanted to make a statement, but we were lucky in that we had a parking space just about were we left from. There surely are exams tomorrow. Science may require thought, but the English exam will be jolly. I will do good on the English exam! HAHAHA. Lame joke. Starbucks is irritating me; they opened another new one two blocks from where they opened a new one in June. Worse than McDonald's, I think. Did you know you could fireproof a tree ? More on that later, I got to catch some sleep.