I refuse to participate in Feedback Friday, SO...

I GET TO FREE BLOG AGAIN, AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I've decided that I'm going to blog today about the ATROCIOUS WAY IN WHICH THEY FEED US HERE. That's right, I mean school lunch.

Not only is the food disgusting, discolored, and oftentimes questionable, but the way they sell it to you makes no sense. As everyone knows, there are two lines - the outside line and the inside line. In the outside line you can get fries, pizza, bagels, pretzels, and a wide variety of drinks and chips. The inside line, however, is where all the real food is - the salads, burgers, and whatever the "main entree" or whatever is. They also have juice, chocolate milk, fruit and usually some sort of weird dessert. One time they had this really good chocolate pudding but I haven't seen it since that day.

The main thing that stands out that doesn't really make sense is the fact that you can't buy anything from outside on the inside, even though all the food comes from one centralized place and it'd be really easy to just toss over a bag of chips or a lemonade or whatever. The main issue I have with this is that on the inside they always have plain Sun Chips to go with lunch, and plain Sun Chips suck...a lot. But if I wanted anything else with inside lunch, say, a bag of Baked Doritos or Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips, I'd have to get lunch inside and then go wait in the outside line and pay an extra sixty cents. This seems silly to me. I don't care about paying the extra sixty cents really - I understand that the better tasting chips are probably more expensive and that's why they don't come with lunch in the first place. However, I can't help but wish that I could buy any kind of chips I wanted at the same time as I get my lunch. That gives me more time to eat and saves me 2 rounds of waiting in lines.

The other thing is, sometimes you don't even get boring nasty plain Sun Chips with lunch. For instance, today I got the weird pizza (WHICH, I asked the lunch lady what kind of pizza it was and she DIDN'T KNOW. She said it was either pepperoni, sausage or beef. What if she'd told me it was pepperoni and it was actually sausage and I was allergic to sausage? THAT IS A LAWSUIT WAITING TO HAPPEN) and I grabbed a bag of chips from the rack of chips right next to the place you get the pizza from. I didn't want the chips; Becka wanted the chips. I thought it'd make more sense for me to get the chips since they come with my lunch anyway. I get up to the cashier and she asks me if I want to pay extra for chips. Really? These chips don't come with pizza? Chips don't come with every single lunch? If I wanted this pizza, and I only had two dollars and fifteen cents--which is how much lunch is supposed to cost--I would only get to eat the pizza? The cashier replies in a motherly tone, "Well, you can get fruit, or juice, or some sherbet."

Well I don't want any of that. I want a bag of chips. I deserve a stupid bag of chips. Nowhere is it posted that chips don't come with pizza. "Chips with basket meals only." What the eff is a basket meal? There are no meals that come in baskets anywhere in the cafeteria. How am I supposed to gauge what comes with what, or is this common knowledge that I'm supposed to know? The lunch lady primly says that chips have NEVER come with pizza. I can't even remember the last time we had pizza. Who makes up these crazy rules? Does it have anything to do with money? I hear teachers talking about getting grants for stuff, I wish the lunch ladies would get grants for better food so that I can have a bag of plain, tasteless Sun Chips with my mystery-meat pizza.

NICKNAME

I don't even have any nicknames. Some people call me Em, people I know through theater call me Sheldon. Sometimes my mom will use little nicknames for me, but generic ones that everyone uses. So...I don't know what to write here. o_O

MAH POEME

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her soul and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens across her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How fair, how soft their dwelling place.

And atop her head, sweetly cradled there,

Gently glowing with a simple shimmer

There sat a crown, offset by raven hair:

Black curls against some silver glimmer.

A queen, silent to hold and eager to forbear;

She is the faery queen who makes the moon dimmer.

Mai strengthss

People depend on me for word definitions and movie plotlines...I'm pretty widely known for A) having an extensive vocabulary and B) having a vast repertoire of movie knowledge. I mean, of course I have other strengths and skills: I'm a pretty good writer, I'm obviously a decent actress, I've been told I'm a "good friend," my grammar and spelling are exceptional, and...what else...I don't know, I know a lot of stuff about King Arthur and archaic mythology and religion. But when I think of things that my friends KNOW they can count on me for, the two things that stick out are words and movies.

Those also happen to be my two favorite things in the world...so I guess it shows. Until eighth grade, I went to a Montessori school, which meant that I was allowed to work at my own pace in academic subjects. I found vocabulary so easy that I worked way ahead in it, setting up deals with my teacher where instead of doing the entire chapter in our vocabulary books, I would do a few pages, and then take the test, but I'd take two a week instead of one, which was the minimum. I think that's probably what contributes to my word knowledge. That and the fact that I read a lot, and I read a lot of higher level books as a child.

I don't even know how I know so much about movies. I just watch a lot of movies because I love movies. I eventually hope to work in the film industry...as I'm sure I've said before.

Okay that's all I can think of to write. So...do svidaniya.

Coolest Invention in the Last 10 Years

I don't know how practical this invention is, but it's so freaking cool that it doesn't even matter: science researchers at Berkeley and University of California Berkeley have created their own Invisibility Cloak out of nanostructured silicon that deflects light and conceals bulges. "Shining a beam of light on the bulge shows a reflection identical to that of a beam reflected from a flat surface, meaning the object itself has essentially been rendered invisible." The research team is led by Xiang Zhang, director of UC Berkeley's Nano-scale Science and Engineering Center. "Even with the advances that have been made in optical metamaterials, scaling sub-wavelength metallic elements and placing them in an arbitrarily designed spatial manner remains a challenge at optical frequencies.”

Zhang's cloak is made from dielectric materials, not metallic metamaterials. With the metallic metamaterials, Zhang's team demonstrated that light can be "bent backwards," a property UNPRECEDENTED IN NATURE. With the dielectric materials, optical cloaking occurred in two dimensions - light was confined to the vertical dimension but free to propagate in the other two. Zhang is confident that in the future they can design materials for optical cloaking from visible light - in other words, true invisibility.

Funding for this research was provided for, big surprise, the U.S. military. So they'll be using sweet invisibility cloaking to kill people...which is pretty cool.

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FFFFFRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE BBBBLLOGGGG !!!! OH BOY. WHAT should I blog about?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I woke up really early this morning so I could help a friend out with something, and I'm pretty energetic. I'm going to blog about the importance of fully logging off your computer. A computer is a machine that manipulates data according to a set of instructions (binary code!!! ONES AND ZEROES, HEY-OH). Logging off is the opposite action to logging on, where you type in a preset username and password into preassigned text boxes, and the computer registers the username and password and recognizes you based on a set of instructions (binary code!!!). When you log on, the computer pulls up your data - classwork, personal files, etc. You must log out so that the next user of the computer can't snoop dogg through your data, what. Otherwise, they can get on, bop around, read your files, change settings, change your desktop background, change your browser medium, DELETE THINGS...If they were crafty, they could gatehack from data collections in your Internet cookies, bypass security codes and loop program execution, messing up the entire stored program architecture of your computer!!!

Jeez, just thinking about it makes me want to level up my security, delete cookies, raze the data collections, amalgamate the program structures and modify the control unit!!!

oh glory glory glory glory

Happy day, I got accepted into Tisch School of the Arts at NYU !!!

Class of 2014 :)

And it's Beckbeck's eighteenth birthday!

Happy birthday, Mah Boi!

ohhh boy

I've just been given one hundred thousand theoretical dollars. Great. Apparently, I have to give half of it away - THAT'S FIFTY GRAND! - to a charity of my choosing. I've decided that I'm going to give it to EngenderHealth, an organization created to help women in third-world and developing countries safely give birth, or prevent unwanted pregnancy. Healthcare in the third world is often outdated and lacking sufficient equipment, and the odds of surviving childbirth is like "Russian roulette" (http://www.engenderhealth.org/eoy-childbirth.html). I think that supporting the development of these third-world countries is very important, and I think that a lot of money being put into policing the rest of the world should be put into training health professionals and setting up hospitals for these often poverty-wrecked countries. It's vital that we provide them with the tools necessary so that they can take care of themselves while their country struggles to its feet.

The rest of the money would probably go towards getting me a new car (a Volvo SUV [because they drive soooo smooth, not because of Volvo's endorsement of New Moon], preferably '06 or '07, black. I estimate that, with my dealership ties, it should come to around fourteen grand) and then a down payment on a house in Michigan for my mom to live in while I go to school in NYC. Anything that's leftover will be invested in a Macbook/new wardrobe for college ;) kukuku.

Hmmm, what doth annoy me?

There are a lot of things that annoy me. Putting pictures on Blogger REALLY, REALLY effing annoys me, because no matter what you do they always upload right to the top and if you want them somewhere else, you have to drag them, and it's not like if you hold it at the bottom it'll scroll automatically, oh no, you have to keep dragging it repeatedly to the bottom of the page. SO. ANNOYING. It also annoys me when people park stupid in parking lots, and when people my age still don't know the difference between you're and your. Last night I was on Facebook and a girl I know in my grade had "you're faith is what gets you through!" and I cringed. I'm hopelessly annoyed by people who knock on my door and try to sell me religious paraphernalia or try to get me to join their church. If I was looking to buy your crap or join your cult, I would find it on my own; get out of my face. Generic followers who only know and subscribe to what's popular in their culture today annoy me; don't they know that they're being led by large corporations who have devised a formula to tell us what's popular?

On the flip side, people who are completely anti-popular annoy me, too. I mean, for God's sake, you can't just sit in a corner, alienate yourself from everyone, dress like a unibomber and chew your nails off at the thought of anything that is remotely popular or widely liked. That guy who did the pyramid of needs, I'm pretty sure human interaction is one of the more important ones.

People who play baseball in high school also have a tendency to annoy me.

Also, Twilight. Oh. My. God. Twilight. I can't stand Twilight, I hate everything that has anything to do with it, I hate the author, I hate the movies, and I have a hard time respecting people who are openly obsessed with Twilight. It really says something about the intelligence level of the person. Girls who like Twilight are the worst. Do they not realize how completely anti-feminist and backwards it is? This girl, Bella, completely gives up her identity in favor of her boyfriend, and she's the most helpless little belle that I've ever read about in modern literature. This Stephenie Meyer is a disgrace to women everywhere. She holds a B.A. in English from Brigham Young University, which should automatically discredit her. I hold an unbelievable amount of contempt for Stephenie Meyer. She's a crazy witch and I HATE HER!!!

Jeez, I can't even think about what else annoys me because I'm so filled with anti-Twilight spirit! I guess I'm gonna go work on my coat of arms now. Kthxbye -_-;

blazon???

I'm not entirely sure how you're supposed to "properly describe" a coat of arms...I dunno...mine's got a generic old mirror-shape, with a red field (which means warrior/military strength), with a lion rampant (valor, strength, ferocity) and a unicorn rampant (courage, virtue, white magic) facing each other. I guess the name's gonna be Sheldon...and my motto is "lux lucis via" which means light the way. I based some of it off old family coats of armor from Luxembourg and Scotland, and for the animals it just turned out that the animals I wanted on there both represented traits that I value. The whole thing is based off a coat of arms I designed in eighth grade, when I had a similar assignment. I don't really know what I learned except that the Internet is not a good source for information about coats of arms...my old school had this really informative old book about heraldry. I liked that better. I forget what it was called...I should go back and find it and ask.

I have family up in Michigan who bought their coat of arms from Luxembourg and they have a whole bunch of stuff with the shield on it, like silverware and whatnot. I think that's cool. I don't know what else to write. Fin.