crystal_sun396: (umbrella)
As captioned in my textbook:

"An overhead view of a frog that is being levitated in a magnetic field produced by current in a vertical solenoid below the frog. (The frog is not in discomfort; the sensation is like floating in water, which frogs like very much.)
(Courtesy A. K. Gein,
High Field Magnet Laboratory,
University of Nijmegen, The Netherlands

Image and more information from: ("In addition, the frog picture will probably help students studying magnetism to get less easily bored.")

( Because not everything has to be exams and final projects, gee dee ai. Sometimes there are frogs. )
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My clever clever cousin is one of the best things that ever happened to me, although I certainly wasn't convinced of this as a tiny child. He's now studying in a great school about four hours north of me doing insane things with time management (!!) and Game Theory in addition to his double-major-plus-premed shaped thing. Among the other wonderful and RL-relevant things he sent me that will no doubt involve me actually being motivated and, well, awake for starters, he sent me this:

Pancakes Every Morning!

Reproduced because I'm afraid of the internet eating these things years down the line. )

I can't decide whether I feel inspired or exhausted.
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An Inevitable Day To Connect

Guanine stepped gently out into the aqueous sunshine, and admired Cytosine's nitrogen. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a bright sight."

Cytosine climbed off the sugar and walked calmly across the grass to greet her lover. Guanine patted Cytosine on the heterocyclic aromatic ring and then tried to connect her quietly, but without success.

"That's all right," Cytosine said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not smooth," Guanine. "Not as smooth as the time we connected in solution."

Cytosine nodded suddenly. "We were fluffy back in those days."

"Our keto groups were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Guanine said. "Everything seems organic and uniform when you're young."

"Of course," Cytosine said. "But now we're gorgeous, we can still have fun. If we go about it horribly."

"Horribly?" Guanine said . "But how?"

"With this," Cytosine said and held out a blustery proton. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to connect."

Guanine swallowed the proton at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to connect horribly. They connected like an ion that has suddenly lost its charge. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
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I am incapable of writing a conventionally shaped entry with proper formatting today. So today, first period:

LA TEACHER: *is being her usual, adorable, so-sincere-it-kills-my-cynic self*
THE CLASS: *is mesmerized by the not-actually-sarcastic waves of BS*
CRISSY: *is dutifully impressed with total bull said with a smile*
LA TEACHER: -poetry something something Terry Pratchett.
THE CLASS: *winces. Twice in two weeks?1*
SCHOOL: *can sometimes not be entirely evil*


My cousin (Cousin #2, Second, Mad Hatter for serious wtf man) is the sort of amazing person who just make me want to keysmash in a neutral way:

WE: *randomly pass in the hallways, as people do. in hallways.*
CRISSY (Cousin #1, First, sometimes the saner one): Yo!
CRISSY: Eh, that Alice?
SECOND: *enigmatic smile*
CRISSY: *mental keysmashs. That. boy. ==. toast. @. lunch.2 ;*

"I think you're stupid!"
"I'll remember you said that when robots take over the world."

"Do you think we'll ever convince humans that we exist?"
"I don't think so, Alice."
"I don't think so either."


Two tests/quizes an' a pop quiz today. Not counting the brain hemisphere questionnaire thing. I'm 13 left, 12 right. Some days. Or heavily Left. Or heavily Right. O-kay then. My brainz are dynamic!


Memento Mori writers are made of shiny and our email chain, of sparkles. Much love, todos!

Heroes is on in a few minutes. I. I actually want to watch television. ;akslfja;lsjf very odd.


1 If you will recall, the scene of last week. Which pretty much consisted of:

PSYC TEACHER: something something -dramas.
LARGE PORTION OF FEMALES PRESENT: *swoon at the... Gregory House?*
PSYC TEACHER: something Stargate. something Sci-Fi!
CRISSY: *Ear perkingz. Still x_x*
THE CLASS: *is in mild shock*
THUMBS UP: *are to high-fives as blown kisses are to XOXO*
THIS SCENE: *has been compared to the time I supposedly yelled "SEX" during APUSH last year. For the record, I did not yell; I stated the answer to a legitimate question posed by my teacher in clear and audible tones. I was also correct - the answer was sex. Rock on, rock-n-roll!*

2 We have lunch together. Be very sure that I extracted details during this period.
crystal_sun396: (zombies)

Overcoming Vitalism in an Alive-biased Society!!!

3:45 Walked from the school to the EMT building in the afternoon to be an active participant in the community and an asset to our great town. I tap the code into the door and enter the ambulance garage. Ambulances use to remind me of the oldest location of my church which was half ambulance garage, half tiny random building at the opposite side of a four lane street. Now they just make me think of zombie-love, but whatever. No one else is there.

4:00 A guy shows up. Actually, we're suppose to start at 4, but I chose to go early because it's much easier to walk to the building than make my mother escort me to and eventually from a building 15 minutes away - for a rough total of an hour. Other volunteers are suppose to be coming at 7. Anyway, this guy. Let's call him John. He is deliciously ironic, without being sarcastic (Thank you APLA teacher today for that distinction). He actually paints for a living but he is volunteering in this case, so he brings not only a wealth of experience to compensate for my total lack (watercolors etc are not quite the same), but also a few brushes and the white we are to use to paint over the white wall. ...But the new color is lighter. John is 24 years old, apparently played video games through college, including RE, and can stand to listen to an immature highschooler chatter about fictional zombie plots with no evident sign of boredom. Has some suggestions along the lines of a character based off of himself. I take to him very quickly.

We cut the first room (line the edges in preparation for the rollers), him on bottom, I on... side. 'Tis great fun, and part way through, I pop into the second room in order to remove all the chairs and desks. No small feat and I am quite proud - I need these small reminders that I am not always a pudgy grey lump onna swivel chair. Resume cutting.

4:30:-ish. Company shows. I am tired, slightly paint splattered, exhilarated. The drive to create is upon me and I have permission from John to paint designs on the bricked walls, which will not appear lumpy after the rollers pass through. He himself was apparently making Bob Ross styled happy little lines in a corner. I am dreaming zombies (ugh, not new news by now) and have access to a pail of paint, a brush, and giant concrete canvases. Brief imitation of Reg Shoe with a paint can, in celebration of Discworld, RERP, and revolutionary speeches everywhere.

"Rise up!"

"Undead: NOT un-person!"


"Stand up and be counted!"

It's probably the closest thing I'll ever come to graffiti, but it was very amusing as more and more people began to arrive. Some went at them with rollers (I filled in unreached indentations with my faithful oversized brush) and they were starting on the second room by the time I left, at 7. Am still speckled white, in spite of shower. I had a pretty good time. ... And one day, I hope to make a John the Painter who paints over the world's blood (or coffee?!) splattered sets so they can be reused in the next scene.
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Dear Crystal,

Greetings, from the wonderful land of fetuses, bringing you fetus-y goods, joy and pleasure since the 1980's...-ish. Um. IRREGARDLESS. Please enjoy the complimentary refreshments made from embalming fluid and something that smells more or less like pineapple juice and apple cider. Now, HERE IS YOUR FETUS. PLEASE ENJOY THE FETUS.

*Free (DUNUNUNUNUNUN) BATMAN suit included as promised. Some assembly required. Batteries not included - why? Because fetuses don't need the aid of technological advancement to love you with all the might of their totally underdeveloped hearts.

The "Wonderful Land of Fetus" Team + Shyue

AND YES please take good care of Henry! He can get a little disoriented and get lost, despite the seemingly brave and adventurous front that wonderful batman-saving-the-universe suit puts up for him. BUT WORRY NOT, for if that ever happens, just listen to the quiet and lonely meeping in the corner or under your bed - CALLING FOR YOU TO COME TO THE RESCUE. And you will find him. I believe you two will grow very fond of each other.
crystal_sun396: (brain eatingz)
From [ profile] pushingmetaphor: Oh heck yeah! Spies on t3h interwebz! Secret agentry abounds!

Also randomly: WE HAVE THE SUPPORT OF OUR PRESIDENT!!! 'Tis a grave grave threat to our nation! The world!!! (Link is to a short movie clip. With sound. And Bush. Just FYI.)

I'm starting to suspect my next big fandomish obsession will turn out not to be some sort of anime or manga or even book or television program, but rather zombies. How many total entries has this been now? I mean, it's getting a bit ridiculous. ... <3.

But it's either zombies (un-zombies?) Resident Evil style ([ profile] shyue and [ profile] lily22), or Alice books mostly Rozen Maiden style ([ profile] mercurial_lampe? this would be as much your fault as mine).

The former will probably win out. After all, I can have my zombies and my espionage, with a dash of Wonderland thrown in. I'm feeling awful squeeful. Now I need to go work. Or check out neglected internety things. Either or. o_O
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Okay, so. I went ahead and bought a book from (one of) the local Seven (7-11s). It is horror, which I do not read. It is in Chinese, which I cannot read. It cost about $1.50 US moneyz, but still. Do you know why? Do you know the reason I bought this novel which is, in effect, totally useless to me as anything but an emergency lighter or buttwiper*? The reason is. The cover. There was a cute guy on the cover. I went ahead and spent real money on a Chinese horror book because it has a cute guy on the cover. Anime-styled, glasses-sporting, blood-splattered hottie. (He looks a little like Ishida.) No, it is NOT a graphic novel. So there was NO POINT.

I think I have fallen into the abyss and I can't get out. No regrets.

*Seriously, though, limited toilet paper is strange. Thank goodness that was mostly at the Training Center and there are some at the school. We walk around with portable tissue packs that also serve as hankies (reusable), napkins, and bug-swatters-for-pansies. Culture shock right up there with the life-sized glass glow-in-the-dark sculpture of an interesting anatomical part no really trufax. I almost bought it.
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Two Years Later
by William Butler Yeats

HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned?
I could have warned you; but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.
O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the world's a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

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You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.

Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.

'How will you die?' at

. . . . . ye gods
Other(s) )

An Update

Jun. 22nd, 2006 12:18 pm
crystal_sun396: (dreaming)
Hi all! So, I've been gone for a bit, 'cause internet was a stupid thing and only worked some of the time. Like it would load half of Google, and then nothing else. Only amusing the second five minutes (the first five minutes were spent in panic). Oh, and I also had finals and opted to study, neglecting my time honored procrastination.

But I'm back, kind of. Only, not really, since I'll be gone for about 1-2 weeks starting Saturday. Ahah.

So, today... )

... Oh, and: HAPPY BIRTHDAY [ profile] acubens! ( *coughcough* It could not be helped. Honest XP )

EDIT: Hello from DC! Tha's all. Er. Yay internet~!


Apr. 23rd, 2006 08:04 pm
crystal_sun396: (color & light)

(sorry spam everyone. .... on second thought, no, not sorry. Oh em gee READ IT!!!)

This is the first post. Now just use this and follow all the entries written by [ profile] googlebrat. It's kind of long, but totally worth it. 'S got.... plot. Good plot. (And some computer love <3)

EDIT2: Comments have spoilers!

Big Ad!

Oct. 20th, 2005 06:00 pm
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^_^ From Shugorei ([ profile] windupthinker):

*is still so amused*
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Found this while cleaning out the Comp room. Given to my Comp Sci class by Mr __teacher__.

Um, yeah. Obviously, I'm back. I've been back for two days, actually. Canada was... amazing. Toronto was gorgeous. Went to Ottowa, Montreal, Quebec, and some other places. East Coast. ...yeah.
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Does anyone have any ideas for a play I must write for English? It should include

A)Two teenagers are sent into a book via tornado/lighting/something else wacky and
B)Wind up in the Middle Ages (including fictional elements such as dragons, of course, if need be) where they
C)Encounter a maiden and her klutzy knight. I must also make it
D)Interesting (corniness optional)

Only I have to write such a story in a day tomorrow and I was hoping someone would have am idea to help me. It doesn't have to be and idea that encompasses the all the above, but, frankly, I need help >_<

Thank you!
crystal_sun396: (Amaryllis Belladonna)
Last night at the cousins':
WARNING: Extremely random and corny.

Star Warts! )

^^I had a very interesting night. And came home with some of my hair stuck together in glittery sky-blue blobs and the knowledge that you can freeze a water-balloon without it exploding.

From tons of people, because I'm late.

You name three people. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.


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