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Interests: [all escape is art]: linguistics. frisbee. music. dreams. drawing [the impossible]. writing [poetry and prose].
Expertise: drawing geometric surrealism, guitar [acoustic all the way], piano, i miss handbells, some etude on the violin [can you call that expertise? yeah.], ocarina. woo!, lying really well [ though superego eventually beats id to death]
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  oynkphish
Member Since:
5/17/2004
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| in spite of the fact that i haven't been here in a very very long time, i hope you haven't entirely disappeared as i have. or at least as i nearly did. so, in retrospect, if anyone would have cared to talk, at least to reach me, the things needed to be known listed below are. and, yes, the syntax of the last sentence was devastatingly teutonic.
also? my life right now is at a cliff. i'm going off to new york [cornell] for college and hopefully don't disappear entirely. digame, dites-vous a moi, sprich mit mir, loqui mecum. you get the idea, eh?
i realize i left a number of people hanging. but considering that the internet has not been, but will soon be, my prime source of contact with people around home, i know i should have considered more carefully what i was doing- rather, what i was not doing.
in any case, i'm not clever, and, no i don't try to be witty, just sometimes
people misunderstand things i say, or i didn't consider the full
connotations of the aforementioned "things i say" before speaking. want more strange moments?
as my old teacher would say when handing out a test, "Like it reads on the Chinese take-out box: Enjoy"
aim: oynkphish
email: neosneff@yahoo.com
-ryan
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| DUUUUUDE. es ist eine lange zeit gewesen.... it's been a
long time. but this journal was much more of a secondary life
mainly used for comments anyway... my "private" life is not something
to go around flaunting [hahah cos there aint much to it]. but
anyway...
i've been quite well, how bout the rest of the world? can't ever
be sure of them. and the following will be a highly incomplete snapshot
of my life currently:
i believe i have my last college interview today. getting
interviewed in blackhawk by the harvard man. strange, because
aaron was interviewed in orinda or someplace close like that.
applying for scholarships is going to be a minor-sort-of-hell.
just as large applications as applying for college. will i be
officially done with high school after ap tests? doubtful.
my english grade is probably Quite low right now... my semester grade
was a 90.9% and the past few in class essays i've written have gotten
80s or so. i feel kinda highbrow complaining about getting a
B... but i swear, who will ever have to write 3 essays in 2
hours? besides ap english students, nobody.
i was on this student-stress panel the monday of this week... and when
i said i had 4 ap classes, there was a wave of gasping throughout the
audience of parents. and i was like "well... it's not that bad,
because i like the subjects"... i waited for a sigh of relief but there
was none.
piano has been amazing as usual. frisbee has also been amazing as
usual... but maybe not so much actually. we're getting more
serious and losing some of the fun in the process. we're trying
to be competition worthy and all, but there's not much of a strong bond
in our team. people aren't really comfortable with each other,
just within their little cliques. hurts the team in
reality.
besides that... i'm working with people on presenting a symposium
at the end of the school year on stem cells. some guy in the
research committee [my committee] claimed "i'm working with a bunch of
morons". i begged to differ with fightin' words, but held myself
back. i mean... he was trying to read a laundry list of different
kinds of stem cells to the group of disgruntled high-schoolers.
who wants that? so the next week [this week's tuesday] i
presented an amazing powerpoint presentation that jumped from wagner's
ride of the valkyries into born too slow by the crystal method.
now... that's a jump, i must say. even better: they're in the
same key. and along with some lion king, animatrix, and the
verve... it was good. i got applesauce [aka applause] and was
commissioned [without money] to make another for this coming
tuesday. that shut that moron-calling child up.
so there's not much to do right now. actually there's a lot of
stuff to do... like homework and tuesday's powerpoint... but! i
dunno. we'll see. tonight probably going to visit clayton
to see the baby! whose name i do not know! sounds like
[mégan]. i don't feel ready for the rest of this high school
thing... or college for that matter. i just want to Sleep
it off. i feel like i passed by something really good like the
past 3.5 years... but i didn't really pass it by... i mean
sophomore year i kind of wasted away in emotions that i hadn't learned
how to deal with yet, but besides that? i guess maybe i should
have made more of the first half of this year, but the first half was
busy doing college applications and stupid things like that. so now i
wish for Many things that aren't attainable. anyway.
i'll return another day. if you want to talk, i'm always here
[well, not always, but you know...] the aim continues to
function. sometimes. farewell for now.
- ryan
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| grrarg i want to go back to stanford, and grrarg i want to hang out
with people [aka garrett] and grrarg i have homework to do. last
night got back late from dancing wildly. getting stupid.
and salsa-swinging with el. it was interesting, yet lacked the
power of junior prom. ovell. i'm ready to fall dead from
exhaustion of the week and the week before. staying up till 5 the
morning school starts to finish ap english homework? not my cup
o'tea. being in an art2 class full of sophomores when i could be
art3 which is exclusively juniors and seniors? also not my cup
o'tea. needing to start with college apps? ::shudder:: yeah
surething. just pray i get into stanford? and then again
maybe not. because too close, and parents will visit and try to
do what they did over the summer: bring me home or visit every
weekend. NO. don't do it. and then again i love the
stanford campus but i'm thinking about it now and maybe i want
somewhere new. but after being there for a year i'm sure i'd want
somewhere new again. ::sigh:: i hate thinking about
college. in der welt gibt's wenige leute, mit wen ich leben
könnte. wenigere noch sind die leute, mit wen ich lieben
wollte. so feel lucky. grr.
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| why am i here you may ask. i have no idea. i've been at stanford for 6 weeks, going home some weekends, some weekends not. i guess if you actually wanted to know you'd have asked. anyway. i'm going to go do some more latin. yeah. anyone want to hang out as soon as school starts? or right before it? that'd be lovely. | | |
| these weeklong things... called weeks. they just get more hectic. why do they tar the roofs during school hours? why is my throat coated over and soar? gr. someone must die.
so incredibly afraid. | | |
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