STOP THE PRESSES RIGHT NOW!!! They might have found a cure for HIV!! Holy mom…I can’t even fathom this… Can you say putting things into perspective? I don’t even care about a certain letter I received today that did not have the results I desired in it. I care about this – yes, it is a long shot from being a full out vaccine, but this is the best news I’ve heard in months. This is overwhelming…especially because it seems like the discovery is accidental. And yes, it has loopholes and such, but quite frankly a breakthrough like this overshadows anything anyone could say to try to put it down, even if it does involve not only HIV but also (gasp) stem cell research! Dun dun dun… Okay now I’m just being obnoxious. This is really amazing. They’ve got a long way to go when it comes to cures and vaccines for HIV/AIDS, but I really feel like this discovery is a kick start.
Happy 17th birthday!! I hope you’re enjoying the mid-west and your quality time with Milo while I’m stuck in school spending the evening with Marcus…torture, I know.
Anyhoo, I wish you were here to drive me from production to practice to production again with your new license. You have nothing better to do-you have spring break.
Yesterday Princeton was unlucky enough to get caught in the eye of the nor’easter of oh ten, and was completely ravaged. There were trees falling down right and left, closing down many of the major roads and wiping out the power in half of the town. At one point, I heard something explode with a loud *BOOM* from my room, which gave me a good start, even though it was probably just a tree falling on a trash can. Or a bench. A majestic 200-year old tree next to Emmy’s house toppled over at about that time, and when I went to survey the damage later I saw that it had completely destroyed a bench on Nassau street that I enjoy sitting on in the summer time. Thank goodness it fell onto Nassau and not onto the house behind it. R.I.P. tree and bench and power lines.
And R.I.P. Kramer basement-to celebrate Jake’s birthday last night, the whole gang (or Shabangang or whatever it is Eugene calls us) gathered in his basement, our favorite spot ever, but about halfway through the night, it was two inches deep in water and we had to evacuate and move into the living room. The entire house was lit up by candles and battery-powered lanterns because the power was completely gone. The rustic way of lighting up the pitch black night gave the house a homey feeling. Well, homier than it already is. But the poor basement! Thinking back, I regret not making cardboard canoes and having races in the basement, because that probably would have worked. Oh well, I suspect that the End Of Days is coming, so we might get another chance to do that sometime in the near future.
But for now, it is misting outside, and the wet streets are covered in fallen branches and twigs that have yet to be cleaned up. The tree-streets are currently coated in bits and pieces of their namesakes. It’s a sorry sight, but it could be worse. It could have been snow..
I’ve got a cracked computer screen, (thank you, Milo) an aching left glute and unfinished homework assignments, and all I want to do is sleep. And procrastinate. I had a world assignment worth 100 points due on Monday that I still haven’t finished because, quite frankly, I don’t feel like writing thesis statements. And I have a ton of English notes to take. And a math assignment that I’ve sort of finished…okay I’m halfway there. I have no motivation whatsoever any more! Damn you, third quarter!
And the crack in my computer screen is so deep and keeps threatening to get deeper-I’m sitting with my laptop on my lap and every time I move the slightest bit, it ripples. And every time it ripples, I cry a little bit inside.
ALSO, to make matters worse, the weather has gotten beautiful over the past few days, and I’ve been struggling really hard with staying inside to do work. I spent a good amount of monday afternoon strolling around the park and enjoying the warm air, but I didn’t bother to bring my work outside. Well, the grass is still muddy from the melted snow, and that’s where I would prefer to sit while doing homework. And spring STILL isn’t for another eleven days, and the weekend still isn’t for another three days. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this week-at least next week I’ll have the CSPA and the week after that spring break to look forward to. I just wish I could concentrate for an hour on homework so I can get sleep tonight, which I wont because I have a lot of work to do that I’ll end up starting at 9:30. I need to be more successful with managing my time, because I suck at it.
Aah I’ve wasted so much time writing this blog! I need to get off the computer and shower and come back ready to take Huck Finn notes and finish my article. And maybe some math homework. I must say, high school really is the bee’s knees!
Photo Credits: taken and edited by Jenny Davis
I’m falling for this track already. It’s catchy, as usual, and gives me high hopes for Cudder: the Revolution of Evolution . Expect to hear this often during the fast-approaching springtime.
There are many reasons why I love the Testostertones, the all-male a cappella group at my high school. As I have mentioned before, many of my friends are Tones, and because of this I support them fully. I also enjoy a cappella performances, and the Tones do beautiful arrangements of a wide variety of songs that are really fun to listen to. However, just like everybody else, the Tones are not perfect, which was exemplified in their performance tonight at the Mr. PHS competition. I’m not saying that they did badly, especially because the acoustics in the gym are horrible and is precisely why the whole show should have taken place in the auditorium. I’m also not going to reprimand them for the slip up that was made during Kids, I promise, because I don’t blame them for it. It was embarrassing, and I did bury my face in my arms and squeal a little bit because I couldn’t watch, but Marcus saved the day with his angelic voice singing “Decisions to decisions are made and not bought/but I though this wouldn’t hurt a lot…I guess not” (a.k.a. the best song line ever). Just after they finished Kids and raced up the bleachers into the row behind me, the student council advisors called them back down and demanded they give a second performance. When given this second chance, the Testostertones bounced back like pros. I really wanted the boys to sing For What It’s Worth, because it had been stuck in my head all day and the Tones do a wonderful rendition of it. While people around me were voting that they sing Streets of Philadelphia or Don’t Stop Believing, all I wanted was to hear Del and Dan harmonize as they belted “Paranoia strikes deep/Into your life it will creep.” I honestly thought they would go with Don’t Stop Believing, because a.) it’s a classic, and b.) they were performing right before the judges chose the winner of the pageant. Much to my pleasant surprise, I got what I wanted. My heart almost burst open with love for the Tones, and I had enough self-control to not sing along so I could hear them. Unfortunately, the audience reception of them was so loud after the first verse that it drowned out Del’s singing, but I’m sure that they’ll sing it again sometime in the next few months. Also, I’m keeping my fingers crossed at the possibility of a Tones CD being recorded, because I would love a copy of that!
So I wanted to post this to say, great job tonight boys, you were a pleasure as always.
For the past few days, I’ve felt hallow. I feel the need for nothing, I feel a longing for nothing, and my motivation levels are at an all time low. It’s taken me three days to think of something to write about in this blog post. It’s probably because my mind has been completely fried by all of these standardized tests that I’ve been taking. The junior class at PHS (and all around New Jersey, for that matter) took part in the excruciatingly boring and mandatory High School Proficiency Assessment (HSPA) this week. It’s our last standardized test that is given in school, EVER, (HOORAY FOR SECOND-SEMESTER SENIORDOM!) but it was still a week from hell.
This morning, I spent two hours testing for a score that’s barely going to count for anything. Afterwards, I was completely drained, and could barely focus on what really matters in school-studying for all the tests that I’ll be taking in the next few months. I’m convinced that the only thing these school-regulated standardized tests are good for is seeing how good the teachers are and how well they teach. It’s not gonna matter for me, colleges aren’t going to look at my HSPA scores or my TerraNova scores to determine whether they will accept me or not. That’s not how these things work.
Unfortunately for me, passing the HSPAs is a graduation requirement at PHS. Well, I’m not saying that they’re particularly hard, because they aren’t. I just don’t really care, and would rather just breeze through the test as opposed to having to take it seriously. But I need to, because it’s the most important test I’ll take at PHS throughout my high school career apparently, so I did.
As a result, I didn’t want to do school. I didn’t want to take notes in APES or fill out any more bubbles, which I ended up doing in French today because we have yet ANOTHER standardized test coming up in a few weeks just for that class. However, that test is optional and an excuse for me to show off my knowledge of grammar and maybe win an award or something, so I chose to take it.
Anyway, back to my hallow feeling. This week was supposed to be exciting. I was supposed to be getting pumped up for my white rabbit costume that I’m wearing when I go to see Alice in Wonderland tomorrow and spending the week re-reading the book for the umpteenth time. But I ended up having no desire to read anything, let alone flex my creative muscles. All I’ve done all week with the free time that I usually spend doing something productive, like writing or studying, is stare at my computer monitor and refresh the daily what.
But I’m going to stop being pessimistic and look on the bright side of things. Maybe now that testing has ending, I’ll feel the need to get stuff done, as I usually do. Maybe all the motivation that I’ve been lacking will come back with full force for the weekend and I can get a TON of studying/homework/writing done. Maybe this will be my most productive weekend EVER! But that’s just a maybe, I can’t make any promises. Now I should probably stop writing and go bake cookies for bike club before Marcus bites my head off.