Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in Contrition's LiveJournal:

Monday, November 5th, 2007
7:45 pm	What's Been Happening I last posted in February. Long time, right? Well anyways, I had a strange summer... Chauncey, the YMCA camp, was the most of it (I was a volunteer counselor), and there's enough time later to reflect on that. There was EPGY again, which was fabuless except for Darius, who was sexually harrassing me the whole time, and I regret it a bit. Either way, though, I should talk about that later too. School's started and that was an adventure in itself. I just got my Stanford application submitted 6 days ago, and now I have to wait until December 3. WIsh me luck! Alright, just wanted you to know I was still alive; I'll update sometime, maybe. Current Mood: blah Current Music: Inside Out - Eve 6 (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 25th, 2007
8:42 pm	Teen Titans Icons Here's my (mostly) complete set of Teen Titans Icons I've made up to this point; the earliest work is omitted due to lack of quality, and the SoS songset is omitted as well. + Check my Credits Post + Credit Sablia @ lj or Contrition @ tg.net + Comments appreciated {{ +1 Ki/Ro +4 Starfire +3 Raven +4 Stars +1 Te/BB +2 Sl/Ra +1 BB +1 Cy +1 Robin +1 St/Ra +1 St/Ro +1 Te/Ro +2 Terra }} ( Teen Titans Go! ) Current Mood: pleased Current Music: Idina + Norbert - As Long As You're Mine (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
9:57 pm	Not Just Mothers Anymore There's a stronger resistance growing among parental figures and it's not just mothers anymore. So, anyways, bedtime is 9 or 9.30, but of course my father the pushover will let my brothers stay up into 10 or 10.30. So it's like, 9.57 and Julian (the youngest of the 2) goes walking in the loft behind me, to find gamebody games. He's like, messing with the controllers and games for the Playstation 2. Anyways, I go, "It's almost 10 and it's reading time." So he goes to get his book. 3 minutes later, there's some weird noises issuing occasionally from the playstation 2 area. So I turn around and look at it, then turn back to my e-mail. And it happens like 2 more times, until I say, to Elliot (the 2nd youngest), "Is there a game going?" So he turns the controller off of vibrate, and goes back to his paper (which he played games on the computer while my parents assumed he was writing it, so now that it's nearly due, he has to write it real fast-- idiotic and lazy, eh?). I turn around and call into my parents' bedroom, "Julian?" He goes, "WHAT!?" Like I'm insulting him badly by saying his name. (Somewhere, Nora just died...) So of course, Super-Dad to the defense. He, who's on the phone with my Mom, marches over and goes, "WHAT do you want?" I go, "Julian was over messing with the controllers and there were noises coming out of it just now." It being the PS2. He snarls, "Turn around and mind your business. He's done on there now. Stop HARPING AFTER him." Then he goes back into his room, while Julian (who had gotten his book and was on the parents' bed, reading) pretends to be all angelic. Dad-- sooo imbecilic. Like, you were IN THERE TALKING TO MOM. Julian came in AFTER walking around looking for games. YOU WERE NOT OUT HERE TO SEE HIM TOUCHING THE PLAYSTATION. I know it must be hard for your rigid mind to absorb the possibility that your DAUGHTER could be right about her brother being wrong, but IT'S FRIGGIN TRUE. He was OUT HERE while you were YAPPING YOUR ASS OFF to MY MOM, and JUST BECAUSE THE LAST TIME /YOU/ SAW HIM ON IT WAS EARLIER, DOESN'T MEAN THAT HE WASN'T OVER THERE LATER WHEN YOU WEREN'T WORKING. And, idiot, I WASN'T HARPING. I WAS GOING TO ASK HIM TO COME TURN HIS GAME OFF. But if you assume that I'm going to HARP AFTER HIM, I guess it's not my place at all to tell you you're wrong. Current Mood: pissed off (Comment on this)
Friday, February 9th, 2007
11:01 pm	Stress > Life Stats! Fanfics Forever Eternity Chapter 3: 0/4 Perfection Chapter 2: 1/4 Birdsong Chapter 2: 1/4 Motes Chapter 2: DONE YAY (I love this chapter!) Fragments Chapter 2: 1/4 Icons Sound of Silence songset: DONE! Hazy Shade of Winter songset: 0/??? So, wow. Yesterday + today, in 6 hours per day (6*2=12), we had like 8 testquizzes. D: It was not cool T_T We had our APUSHIV test, covering ALL of WWII, which counts for 2 since it covered 2 whole class periods. We had a Latin test. We had a chem test. We had a math pop quiz and an assignment that is going in the gradebook as a quiz. We had 2 American Lit quizzes. 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 =8. ARG. Junior year officially sucks. =( YES I AM STILL MAD AT SANTIAGO. Gotta get that out of my system. Aaaaaaand, on another note, I got into EPGY 2007! Celebration! Investigations in Humanities: 20th Century. Session 2. I hope Michael comes back. Michael + Max were the awesomest counselors ever =D Oh, I miss Max. I should send him a happy birthday note on his birthday. And Beth was so cool, too. How can I forget Beth? I miss Max though. He was the greatest. I liked all of them really o.0 Stefanie was so cute. She was short and skinny and just, cute, lol. Laura and Becca and Marie were the only ones I didn't really talk to, but on Puff Paint and Glitter Day: Day Two, she was our watcher. And she played music from her laptop. That was pretty cool. Wow, enough nostalgia. If anybody from Narnia ever reads this, you don't have to mention it later. You know your life sucks when the best time of your life is when you're away at camp-thing. Haha. Sorry for being nostalgic =D Annie, Get Your Gun performance is 3 weeks away. YAY, I'm so EXCITED! =) Having fun and... Doin' what comes natur'lly! Current Mood: stressed Current Music: Indigo Girls - Galileo (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
9:13 pm	Dieting Eating at my house is like being on a diet, honestly. Last week, dinner consisted of: Steamed/boiled spinach + vinegar Chicken (I won't eat) Mashed potatoes (I'll usually eat, only, these ones have weird spices in them) Like, honestly, what ARE you supposed to eat here!? It really makes no sense. Others might include asparagus (which I like, but not a /lot/ of it), salad (mixed greens + spinach leaves, or JUST spinach), or something with onions (worst punishment ever). So, sometimes I wonder why I'm not losing weight, with a fake vegtarian for a mother. (She likes to try out new vegetarian recepies all the time and it's basically just 'WTF? o.0') Haha--> My brother just got in trouble tonight for starting the book Left Behind, which my mom would have none of since it's "religious propoganda disguised as fiction." WHAT a freak. Not that I don't feel happy when my brother gets punished. ^_^ Oh! BS on the home front. Last Friday, my mom freaked out at me on the phone. Whatever. She came home the next day, and guess who she found in front of our house, on the sidewalk? Yeah, she found my brothers. Destroying my sister's spatula. With my dad's power tools. FRRRRRRRRRRRREAKS. So she yelled at them for what felt like an eternity, and then stomped up here to get ready for dinner. I think she's just pissed that I'm right about them Oh, yay, I'm speaking with S again. I missed him... =) Word of the Day: Lacuna n. An empty space or a missing part; a gap. A cavity, space, or depression, especially in a bone, containing cartilage or bone cells. Daedal adj. Ingenious and complex in design or function; intricate. Finely or skillfully made or employed; artistic. Bushism of the Day: Los Angeles, California; February 23, 2000 "It is not Reaganesque to support a tax plan that is Clinton in nature." Interview with The Associated Press; January 18, 2001 "I'm hopeful. I know there is a lot of ambition in Washington, obviously. But I hope the ambitious realize that they are more likely to succeed with success as opposed to failure." Washington, D.C.; April 13, 2004 "This has been tough weeks in that country." Washington, D.C.; September 17, 2004 "Free societies are hopeful societies. And free societies will be allies against these hateful few who have no conscience, who kill at the whim of a hat." Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can... Panic! At The Disco (Comment on this)
Friday, January 26th, 2007
11:42 pm	Songset -- Sound Of Silence, Simon And Garfunkel credit for the table goes to this post. Previews: +check my Credits Post +Credit Sablia @ lj or Contrition @ tg.net ( Sound Of Silence ) Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence (Comment on this)
10:00 pm	Mothers -- Latin for Bitches That Intentionally Make Your Lives Hell Ah, mothers, the sweetest joy life has. What the hell, who in the world are you to believe that? So I'm planning on going to Stanford in 6 weeks. Spring break. A friend of mine, A, will be coming along with her family (though they're coming back home Monday while we stay til Saturday). So I said that when my mom calls. (By the way, she lives every other wek in Vegas. Gawd, I wish it was more often.) And my mom says, "Oh, Grandma offered to watch your brothers while us two went to the Stanford tour." Hell yes. "I'll have to thank her. I might be meeting up with an ould counselor of mine, you remember, so I don't want o be seen in public with them." (Me.) She (of course) gets so upset. "What? What--" "Well, they don't know how to brush their hair or teeth or wash their face. They're so unhygenic. I hate being related to such unclean people." So we're talking and she goes, "Your behavior whenever you criticize them is worse than whatever you say aobut them, and you can't rationalize your atrocious behavior by saying anything about them." I'm not even saying anything at this point, since she's threatening to not let me stay in Cali my whole spring break. Beeeeeeeeeeeyatch-- try and keep me, fauking loser. She says, "I never knew that you were so profoundly affected by them. You know, in some families, people are supportive of each other." Okay. Wow. So I say, "You know, in other families, the parents don't change the rules from child to child." So she says, "Oh, so it's my fault? You know, maybe I should just send you to the Stanford thing by yourself, and then you can go down to Tuscon the rest of the week and spend it with your sister, if you like her so much more than the rest of us." Biiiiiiiiiiiitch, mother. BITCH. I don't get it. She AND my father have admitted that "the rules have changed" since my sister and I got older. I take it to mean that they're tired of being parents, so they don't want to raise normal children. Instead they'll be community-college dropouts who live like leeches off the society, until they get drafted and die overseas. I really wouldn't care, honestly. Not that I'm mad at them, but truthfully, I hope that one day they die. Really. Like, my parents think my sister's an underachiever because she doesn't get straight A's at U of A? Okay, let's see. She's not despised by people her age due to her lack of hygiene. Oh, yeah, and my sister and I never had detentions. And we never got in trouble for cursing. These are disgusting problems. Hygeine? Oh yeah, flushing the toilet. We live in modern society, idiots. The toilet is NOT an outhouse. And my parents? Utter hypocrites. Do you know what they do? Complain about parents they see in grocery stores. Like, the parents of kids who violently roughouse, and the parent says, "Oh, stop that," and don't do anything, so the kids get out of control. Okay, LOOK at your own fauking SONS. The younger is past primary school and still cries when he's grumpy or doesn't get his way, plus I've never met a kid his age more pungacious. The older one might do disgusting stuff that you know nothing about, and he cusses and gets DETENTION, and he's stupid but thinks he gets good grades!? And you say that my grades are COMPRABLE to his? He gets STRAIGHT B-s!B minuses, people... come on. And the fact that Meredith and I could never play Super Smash Bros when we were young, and now it's OK if they borrow it from a friend and spend hours playing it, even though it makes them in permanently bad and violent moods? And they spend all day playing videogames? And you say I need more social interaction skills? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? And, yeah, the little, "If I'd known you felt so strongly about them" deal-- just goes to show what chauvanistic parents you are. If anything at all is wrong with your precious sons, it's immediately a problem you need to solve. I've been clinically depressed for 3 years and you notice after 35 months? And you have no idea of the things I do? And you think that what I say is harsh? You say that you want to know what I think. THIS is what I've been thinking for the modern part of my life! This is who I am, and not only do I blame myself, I blame YOU! Because I have a brain and I can see thing that happen before me! Even if I can't get into Stanford, I can get away from YOU. That's all that matters, really. "There could never be a father loved his daughter more than I loved you." Yeah, you taking Paul Simon's words and repeating them really doesn't work for you. Word Of The Day: Elegiac adj. Of, relating to, or involving elegy or mourning or expressing sorrow for that which is irrecoverably past (i.e. an elegiac lament for youthful ideals) Of or composed in elegiac couplets. Bushism of the Day: St. Louis, Missouri; October 18, 2000 "I think we ought to raise the age at which juveniles can have a gun." Current Mood: infuriated Current Music: Paul Simon - Father & Daughter (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 25th, 2007
4:05 pm	Life + Status Arrrrrrrrrgh. I would've posted before now, but I've been too mad. (And busy, but that's not so important.) How many of you watch Beauty and the Geek? We're on season 3 right now. (It shows every Wednesday on the WB. 7 PM.) Oh my GOODNESS! Did you /see/ last week's? First of all, Cecile-- maaaaaaaaaajor bitch. I cannot STAND her. AND she's UGLY. Have you noticed her nasty, leathery skin? EW. And that girl eliminated the only smart girl left, AND MATT!? Matt was the best guy there! Arg! I'm /so/ mad. I hate Cecile. Besides the fact that she's totally living in a high school world and can't survive without drama. Did you hear what she said about poor Nils last night? ARG. -headdesk- Jennylee and Nate are cute, though. Poor Nate-- being stuck on a team with Cecile. Ooooh, I want to... do something bad to her. They eliminated my Matt! T_T Wow. So. Stats? Fanfics Forever Eternity Chapter 3: 0/4 Perfection Chapter 2: 1/4 Birdsong Chapter 2: 1/4 Motes Chapter 2: 2/4 Fragments Chapter 2: 1/4 Icons Sound of Silence songset: 37/48 Aaaaaaaaargh. Literature. AMERICAN Literature. Alright, so over 80% of the classes offered at my school are at the AP level, since it's a college prep school. So our American Lit class is really AP American Lit. Why don't people know how to behave!? >.<* Arrrrrgh. I know, it's the last hour of the day, but that doesn't give everybody an excuse to just disregard the usual rules of common courtesy. There's never a moment of silence in the room. The teacher is utterly disrespected, and everybody carries on side conversations. Now, today we had to give our verbal reviews of some strange story about "Gift of the Magi." Okay, wow, utterly boring and... the story just makes me mad. First of all, that girl-- ew. Hair down to your knees is just... groooooooooooss. And-- I could and should be more articulate, but I'm SO MAD!!! So my team voted Ryan to do our verbal. It was going to be very informal, and everything. But then Ryan told Ariel to do it, so of course she BUTCHERED the WHOLE thing. I love Ariel dearly as a friend, but sometimes I wish she'd go back to her 7th-grade personality-- meaning, become work-focused again and stop trying to be cute and fashionable and... bleh. Instead of giving a presentation, she goes, "Quoting so-and-so," and she'd just read the cues we'd written down for her. And anyways, once she did that everybody in the class knew that I'd done all of the work in my group, since I was the only one to say anything intelligent on the cue sheet. Now, this isn't an arrogant comment; the team with the best presentation got an extra-credit point. And so since she did that, well, our team wasn't even in the running anymore. GRRRRRRRRRGH. Words of the Day: Tetchy (also Techy) adj. Peevish; testy. Morpheme n. A meaningful linguistic unit consisting of a word, such as man, or a word element, such as-ed in walked, that cannot be divided into smaller meaningful parts. Guilloche n. An ornamental border formed of two or more curved bands that interlace to repeat a circular design. Pedagogue n. A schoolteacher; an educator.; One who instructs in a pedantic or dogmatic manner. Hokum n. Something apparently impressive or legitimate but actually untrue or unsincerel nonsense.; A stock technique for elicting a desired response from an audience. Multifarious adj. Having great variety; diverse. Bushism of the Day: Washington, D.C.; January 11, 2001 "I want it to be said that the Bush administration was a results-oriented administration, because I believe the results of focusing our attention and energy on teaching children to read and having an education system that's responsive to the child and to the parents, as opposed to mired in a system that refuses to change, will make America what we want it to be-- a literate country and a hopefuller country." Concord, New Hampshire; January 29, 2000 "Will the highways on the Internet become more few?" Crawford, Texas; May 3, 2003 "We ended the rule of one of history's worst tyrants, and in so doing, we not only freed the American people, we made out own people more secure." Washington, D.C.; March 5, 2001 "I think there is some methodology in my travels." Bay Shore, New York; March 11, 2004 "The march to war hurt the economy. Laura reminded me a while ago that remember what was on the TV screens-- she calls me 'George W.'--'George W.' I call her 'First Lady.' No, anyway-- she said, we said, march to war on our TV screen." In Los Angeles; as quoted in the Los Angeles Times; April 8, 2000 I was raised in the West. The west fo Texas. It's pretty close to California. In more ways than Washington, D.C. is close to California." Washington, D.C.; January 9, 2004 "One of the most meaningful things that happened to me since I've been the governor-- the president-- governor-- president. Oops. Ex-governor. I went to Bethesda Naval Hospital to give a fellow a Purple Heart, and at the same moment I watched him-- get a Purple Heart for action in Iraw-- and at that same-- right after I gave him the Purple Heart, he was sworn in as a citizen of the United States-- a Mexican citizen, now a United States citizen." Current Mood: frustrated (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
9:59 pm	Credits Post ( Credits ) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
7:22 am	How Soon Is Soon? Alright, I have a good reason for not updating, and it starts with a P.F. Chang's Rock-n-Roll and ends with a Half Marathon. Well, I did it... walked it all, but I still did it. I'd assume I'm one of the younger people, judged by the amount of old runners I saw on the course. Of course, I had to walk with my mom, so my pace was only about 3/4 what I'd normally be going, but hey... I'm a loving daughter so no sweat. Of course, once I got home I found out that the weird popping thing I'd felt behind my knee at about 9.5 miles was actually something to worry about... I was so gimpy, let's just say that I looked worse than a hump-back. My poor right knee. But today it was sort of better. So, I've been corresponding with a friend lately, and he signed his e-mail with the phrase, "Take care and I hope to hear from you soon." Now, something you might want to understand about this friend is that he's really smart, but he's also polite. So, wouldn't it follow that that'd be a polite response? or does he really mean soon? And if so, how soon is soon? Way back when I returned from EPGY last year, August 2006, we did some e-mailing... maybe twice a week to every other week. By October, we were done. So then in [late] December I e-mailed him again, and he replied early January. But he's a college student. I don't want to be a nuisance, either. I'm so confused right now... Words of the Day: Nimiety n. Superfluity; excess. Wainscot n. A facing or paneling, usually of wood, applied to the walls of a room.; The lower part of an interior wall when finished in a material different from that of the upper part. Bushisms of the Day:</i> Bethesda, Maryland; February 3, 2003 "Columbia carried out its payroll classroom experiments from some of our students in America." Radio address; May 12, 2001 "Over the long term, the most effective way to conserve energy is by using energy more efficiently." Austin, Texas; November 22, 2000 "The legislature's job is to write the law. It's the executive branch's job to interpret law." Washington, D.C.; June 15, 2004 "And I am an optimistic person. I guess if you want to try to find something to be pessimistic about, you can find it, no matter how hard you look, you know?" Arlington Heights, Illinois; October 24, 2000 "It's important for us to explain to our nation that life is important. It's not only life of babies, but it's life of children living in, you know, the dark dungeons of the Internet." Current Mood: confused Current Music: All American Rejects - Move Along (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 7th, 2007
3:46 pm	Catching Up Well, I should've posted sooner. Hah. Tuesday I spent working on tutoring homework with a ridiculous frenzy. I have to go to SAT tutoring every Monday and Friday, after school. It's a place called Kumon. I despise it. I'm a junior in high school, and right now I'm learning how to solve systems of equations. Hel-LOO? I learned how to do this in school over 4 years ago. It's not really preparing me for the SAT at all. I bet they think I can't do math since I'm not Asian. Whatever, mothers. I'm going to quit and go to Princeton Review. Wednesday was our first day back at school from winter break. I really didn't have very good days, Wednesday through Friday. But, I guess I never have good days at school. I have to print out like 6 teacher reccommendation forms for my teachers to mail to EPGY 07, and I have to get my dad to copy my AIMS and PSAT scores. And I need to finish my application. If I send it before the 17th, the $40 application fee is waived. Speaking of things my dad has to do, he'd better call my pediatrician. I can't get a Guardasil (the second shot) without her. T_T I hate shots. Things I Hate (in no particular order) Shots Eating Illiterate people who think they can write well Being denied Cheerleaders Perkiness Dissection Obnoxiousness Onions Meat Words Of The Day:Malaise n. 1. A vague feeling of bodily discomfort, as at the beginning of an illness. 2. A general sense of depression or unease. Importune tr.v. 1. To bequest with insistent or repeated requests; entreat pressingly. 2. Archaic To ask for urgently or repeatedly. 3. To annoy, vex. intr. To plead or urge irksomely, often persistently. adj. Importunate Elytron n. Either of the leathery of chitinous forewings of a beetle or a related insect, serving to encase the thin, membranous hind wings used in flight. Also called wing case. Bushisms of the Day:Trenton, New Jersey; September 23, 2002 "We need an energy bill that encourages consumption." Washington, D.C.; May 17, 2002 "Whether you're here by birth, or whether you're in America by choice, you contribute to the vitality of our life. And for that, we are grateful." Des Moines, Iowa; January 15, 2000 "The administration I'll bring is a group of men and women who are focused on what's best for America, honest men and women, decent men and women, women who will see service to our country as a great privilege and who will not stain the house." Washington, D.C.; May 11, 2001 "Presidents, whether things are good or bad, get the blame. I understand that." (Comment on this)
Monday, January 1st, 2007
8:39 pm	The First Day; The First Journal Hey there! I'm Sablia or Icy. I probably don't know you. I decided to start my LJ on Jan 1, since it's the first day of 2007, and I have some very high hopes for the year. So, if you're wondering who I am, I'll tell you as much as I can. I live in Arizona. I'm 16 years old. I attend a charter school. I'm a very bitter person. I used to be a cheerleader. I despise the conservative Christian fundamentalists in my classes. Not much to write about, actually. I went to a New Years' party last night. My friend, V, lives with L in north Phoenix. I met them at camp 5 or 6 years ago. We don't live too close, so I only see the two of them more than 3 or 4 times a year. V always has a New Years' party, and I generally try to go. My parents never show. This year, they had said they would. But then my wimp/pushover of a brother, Julian (the youngest of my two younger brothers) decided to get sick off of hamburger (ew) and so everybody stayed at home. Brat. The party was great, except V's weirdo ex, Matt, was there. He's creepy. And some kid who looks like mini-Landon was there, but he was pretty cool. I met one of V's friends, Rachel. She's pretty hilarious. And the usual crowd (L, J, and T) was there, too. It was fun until Rachel's mom had too much mead and puked in the toilet, right across the hall. Febreeze is way overrated. Needless to say, it still smelled. How old are these mothers supposed to be? Oh, well. L's birthday is coming up, so I should be able to go back and visit soon. Lucky me. Word Of The Day: Auld Lang Syne n. The good times gone past; the good old days. Bushism Of The Day: St. Louis, Missouri; October 18, 2000 "If I'm the president, we're going to have emergency-room care, we're going to have gag orders." Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Idina Menzel - The Wizard And I (Comment on this)