You said the man in the Gabardine suit was a spy...

Hello Kiddies!

How has your week been? Mine has been surprisingly ...... Melancholy?

I don't know, between the singing of the national anthem at a basketball game and the crazy-hectic Geometric Means theorem, I've been busy to say the least.

On Thursday I went to Kim-chi, Kell-bell and Ky-by's house for some math tutoring. I haven't seen any of the forever and it was sooooo goooooood to hang out with them again. AND I got free clothes. Can't argue with that.

Last night my friends and I decided that if I were a character in Pirates of the Carribean I would be that one guy who's eye always falls out.

Huh. Interesting. We have the same amount of hair.

SONG OF THE DAY:

when I was 9 or 10 I had this strange obsession with the Andrew's sisters. I would sit in my room and dance around and it was nice and lovely, like things should be. This is by far my favorite Andrews sister song. Enjoy.



-Lexi

Mother made me.

Okay, okay, okay. So I have been meaning to post about this for pretty much ever, and now I have finally got around to it.

HOLY TOLEDO. VANCOUVER 2010?!

SO excited. I get kind of religious about the olympics. I really can't help it bit they are just so addicting. I get so excited when they come on, it is almost like I am sucked into a different dimension. Which is rather odd, because I am not a sporty person AT ALL. Here is an example of my lack of sportiness:

"Lexi! Leeeeexi!! The superbowl is back on!! Ooh! You just missed the best catch ever!! * mumbles about goals and touchdowns and.... line.............backers... *" - Spectator of sport, most likely sister.

{note to reader: Bah! I smell a Sbemail reference..}

"Oh. Yeah. Well, I'm busy studying about ...*oxidation.....paintings*...... Um...Just..uh, lemme know when that creepy stock-baby is on the telly. *...You know how I love those commercials.....* " - Me

The previous quotes were a brief-rundown of my lack of sportsmanship. And when I say sportsmanship, I mean not being coordinated like that in any sense or showing any interest. I will usually notice stupid things like 'Oooh! That sporty-man is wearing a super-sporty Lacoste winter 2010 collection sport vest! ' I mean really, never watch sports with me. I. Am. Pathetic.

Unless it is baseball.

Or hockey.

Or,(watch how I will now come full circle to the original topic!) The Olympics!

So, during the Olympics, I must warn you that I will probz take a two-week hiatus from posting.

TAKE IT AWAY , NEW PAPER!

Tracy Feith, orthodontics, and other such things.

I wore a Tracy Feith dress today.

I am changing back to left-aligned posts.

I went to the orthodontist.

I taught a druggie how to sew.

I solved world hunger.

I wrote an award-winning novel about Platupuses.

I made an auto-tune song about butcher shops on my "brother's" i-tod.

I cured cancer.... on accident.

Goodbye.

Hello.

Tim Burton, Harper's Bazaar, October 2009.

Gotta love him.

Nothing rhymes with orange!

At play practice today the narrators had to decide what colors they were. Like, personality wise and such. The other narrators voted me as orange becuase they said I am original and unique and there isn't anyone like me, because, you know, nothing rhymes with orange!

AW SHUCKS, GUYS!!

So, other than the fact that I broke a bracket, I had a relatively good day.

Oh hey! Do you like the new picture/layout thing? It is of Andy Warhol and a gal wearing some saddle shoes/oxfords jumping into my brain. Pretty cool,'eh? And yes, I drew the part that is supposed to be my face while sitting in front of a mirror. It is supposed to somewhat look like me. I mean, hey, I even put in the mole that is on my lower eyelid! I do love that mole! (as a friend. You know I don't swing that way when it comes to beauty marks! I am ashamed of you for even thinking such a wretched thought!)

Ditty of the day!

Amazing.

When the cuss did this fence get here?! BAHA!

Hello beans!

So, last night was CRAZY.

I pretty much gave my friends an hour and a half speech about the Big-bang theory in a Yugoslavian accent. Mind, you, they were all about to pee their pants, while I was simply relaying credibility to the topic. In a Yugoslavian accent.

But the night before that, kiddies, was an entirely different story. My sister, Corn Row, and I went to see my new favorite movie that is not about the Mafia and that is not in French, FANTASTIC MR. FOX. Holy Toledo, I get the chills just typing it in caps! So epic, so amazing. Ash! Kristofferson! And that random song by Petey!

"Petey, you have no musical talent. That's just poor songwriting."

I am a total Wes Anderson fan, and when you combine that with my other loves, Roald Dahl books and George Clooney, you have magic. Sweet magic. New favorite movie, by all means!! Stop-motion animation makes me melt. Literally.

Going to the movie was awesome because I got to go with Corn. I really couldn't ask for a better or more ridiculously awesome sister, I mean really. She's the coolest person I know. Well, that and Seth Merrill. But he's on his mish so he can't read this reference to him. For shame. We listened to Mates of State and Fleet Foxes on our way there, a perfect way to prep for a movie about cute little animals voiced by swanky Oscar winners.

Also, when we were at the movie I look over and see none other than Miss Alison Malan sitting on the row across from me! Ah! I haven't seen her forever by golly! Too bad she left before I could say hello.

This post is very sporadic and messy. I apologize.

After the movie, I walk outside, winds-a-blowing, I feel my head and the headband Marzji gave me for Christmas is gone!! Queue frantic search in pitch-black in the middle of the alleyway behind the theater. I finally found it, thank goodness, but I still was freaking out about it.

So that was my day. On Thursday. I'm a little late. So, sorry.

-Lexi

Fourth term. Duh duh duuuuuhhh.

Problems, dear children, problems are arising...

So today was the first day of fourth term, correct?

Today was the worst day of my schooling career as of yet. (Okay, second worst. First was the day that I was told I might have cancer.)

*awkward silence*

• I found out that I do not have classes with pretty much any of my friends
• I am going to fail geometry.
• I will have to go back to Algebra because of my failings and therefore will feels unintelligent.
• I accidentally just added an 's' to the word 'feel' in the previous bullet thus making me feel unintelligent prematurely to the legitimate time of occurrence.
• I found out today that Vestige kind of bailed on me and probably aren't going to print my shirts. (like really guys? Way to crush all of my hopes and dreams in a single time frame.) You couldn't just WAIT till tomorrow to crack the news, now could ya Caleb raincloud!
• The last part of the previous bullet was ironic and humorous because the guy I 'work' for's name is Caleb.
• I have a seminary class full of 3/4 of students who are inactive and don't want to be there and are swearin' it up while the seminary teacher is out of the room . They should be struck by lightning for it. It makes me sick.
• I had rehearsal today after school where I had to sing and I really feel inferior to my other friend that sings it with me. She's so much better and the director totally favorites her.
• This will probably be the first term in a year and a half that I will not get a 4.0. Which makes me sad. I want that 4.0, darn it!
• AND the soles of my new shoes that I bought two days ago are already coming off! No wonder they were on sale!! Blast that Urban Outfitters and their irresistible half-priced sneaks!

But...on the bright side,

• I talked to Marzji via facebook . Literally, if you a having a crummy day, talk to her. She makes you feel about a zillion times better!
• My mom bought cap'n crunch for the first time in my life, man oh man! What was I missing for the first 14 years of my mortal existence?!?

Random ditty that has been stuck in my head for the day:

Okay, okay, okay. So let me give you the dirt on this song. The White Album is my favorite Beatles' album, smack dab before Revolver, A Hard Day's Night, Sgt. Pepper's lonely Hearts club band and Help. This album is so unique and diverse, I love each and every song almost as much artistically as I do musically. And if you know me, my undying love for the Beatles is more passionate than a thousand burning suns. And if you combine that love with a $30.00 2-disc CD then what you have there folks is mystical wonder. Sheer mystical wonder!!!

This song is a combination with a 1920's/1930's vaudeville smash and the alternate trippiness of the late 1960's Beatles. John sounds really spectacular in this song, and the lyrics are so cute and corny that all together this song just makes me want to grab my saddle shoes, bowler cap, coat and cane and prance into the street doing the Charleston. Or some other sort of era-appropriate jig.

(Note to self: Don't write about the Beatles. You'll keep these poor folks reading for far too long!)

-Lexi Vivienne