Friday, May 02, 2003
Back in french class, bien sur. We're supposed to be looking at a website which is, in a curious mixing of languages, called The Monde. But alas, 'this site is currently unavailable', and so I shall have to blog. I am resigned to my fate.
The other day I came out of school as usual, looking for my mother's car, as usual. I find it is easier to get rides with her than with Noah since she is ever so much more reliable and timely when it comes to these things. I was looking for quite some time, as the vehicle was not in evidence. Eventually I saw my mother, but still no car. The reason for this became clear when it was explained that the car had had to go in for some work (a squeaking noise turned out to indicate a myriad of other, slighly complicated issues), so we had a rental car.
The rental car was a very red, very odd-looking Matrix. But it was kind of a neat car. The rental people claimed it was a wagon, but nothing is a wagon in my book unless it's got the third seat in the back, and this had no such seat. It had the advantage of not being as high as an SUV. Its dashboard, however, was very odd, consisting of this deep tunnely things that you had to gaze into in order to see the instrument panels. Anywho, it was very extremely red, and caused some mild consternation in the nieghborhood when we parked it in the driveway at home, but alas, we had to inform people of its rental nature.
i am keanu reeves
We have a Roomba! It's thoroughly glorious. It's a robotic vacuum cleaner. You put it down, tell it what size room it's cleaning, press a button, and away it goes! It's got a bumper on the front and can turn itself around to clear obstacles, like walls or furniture. You can set it up with a sensor so it doesn't go out doors or down stairs. It has patterns of movement defined by algorithms. It is great fun to watch if you have it vacuuming a room and that room has cats in it, because the cats have no idea what to make of this thing moving around the floor growling, and it makes them slightly nutty. Gosh. What did I do for amusement before Roomba?
In other news, Monsieur Chulsky is going to college at La Sorbonne! That's only the best school in all of France, mind you. Probably one of the best universities in western Europe! And Monsieur Chulsky is going there. He is my hero.
Yesterday, in art class, I was utterly horrified to learn that I had been the inspiration for a creation of my art teacher's. You see, she is making us paint mermaids. So everyone was painting these ridiculous Disney mermaids, and they were all flat, and they were all the same size, and they were all happy and full of bright primary colors. I hate assignments like these. So I did these vaguely nasty black-skinned, blank-eyed mermaids, with everything painted in somber colors, and, because I'm lazy, I only painted one big one up close, and I put some others behind it which were smaller.
Anyways, my art teacher was showing us all a new mermaid painting which she had started. This one is much the same as the others, only there's one mermaid slightly more in the front, and they're all holding kitschy-looking instruments made out of shells and things. It's heinously cartoony and, in all honesty, not very well rendered. So you may well imagine that I was absolutely mortified when the teacher said that she had gotten the idea from mine, with the one large mermaid. This had made her think to make this 'Shell Band'.
I would like to make it perfectly clear right now that, while my painting certainly is no great shakes, it is NOT in the least little way looking like what the teacher and others in the class are painting. Nothing alike. Mine is not good, but it is not as the others. Ugck. I shudder.
I'm going to go see if I can get in a quick game of Text Twist before the period ends. Until the next.
8:42 AM
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