Hotter. Than. The. Sun.

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-09-03T18:39:00

2003-09-03T22:40:02Z

ATTENTION: if you have not yet- add my new LJ to your friends list.... amlpineapple....that is all....

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-09-01T19:14:00

2003-09-01T23:15:09Z

I GOT A NEW LJ NAME....

"amlpineapple"

that is all...

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-09-01T18:05:00

2003-09-01T22:06:36Z

I have decided that almond-to-coconut ratio in a "fun-size" Almond Joy should be greater. That is all.

esssaayyy. good weekend.

2003-09-01T18:31:38Z

My weekend was spectacular... : )

Here's my english essay. It's alright, seems a little something... Let me know what you think. Unless you're in my class, then I don't want to know, since you probably think the theme is something else, and quite frankly... I don't.

Adrianne LaFrance
Block 4
Lit. Analysis – Mudlavia

Think back. Think about life as a child, or an adolescent; perhaps an adult. Find yourself stuck in an unfavorable situation, and recall exactly what it is you felt. As a human, it is guaranteed that at one of these abundant moments you wanted to pretend to be somewhere else; to lie to yourself, and to evade the reality of that instant; for a few seconds or perhaps days or even longer. To me this human response is directly linked to the “fight or flight” instinct instilled in all of us- a very specific facet of the general idea. The short story Mudlavia by Elizabeth Stuckey-French illustrates and presents to the reader this very tiny aspect of human response- our want to evade reality- through the life of a young man.
The “evade reality” nature of a human starts from the moment that they can perceive reality; understand what is happening to them and around them. For this reason, the short story picks up on the life of the main character at about age 10. He speaks of his life at home in his small town, playing with his friends Dottie B. and Dottie G. Great detail is paid in recalling how the three used to write plays and act them out for the neighbors, and what great fun it was to act out a part and be someone else. As a character in a play the main character can be anyone in any situation he chooses, creating his own reality separate from the one of his true existence. It is here that we first encounter the idea of evading reality; the author’s message and theme of the story, and also where our character learns how to.
The story then leaps to the next great event in the character’s life- his stay at Mudlavia. Mudlavia is a sort of health-hideaway where people with various conditions are treated by being soaked in the alleged miracle mineral muds of the area surrounding Mudlavia. Mudlavia is a place unlike anyone’s real life at the time of 1916- the boy and his mother sat in the dining room and he describes the scene like this- “There were white tablecloths and huge chandeliers. We picked at our helpings of glazed ham, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables…In the corner of the large room a piano player in a tuxedo played popular tunes…” [123] Already you can see that the place is unlike any hospital or doctor’s office- unlike any place that will give you what you need to be healthy. Mudlavia seems to be a place that gives a person what they want, making them think they are getting better; helping them to ignore the reality of their conditions. The stage has been set for further self-deceit.
During their stay at Mudlavia, the boy and his mother meet a man named Harry- who will play an important role [notice the term, “role”] in the next three weeks’ events. As the boy is treated in his mud baths the mother listens to the gossip of many older women at the clinic, and finds out that their acquaintance Harry is supposedly a mob boss. As the boy says, “I didn’t even think to question the woman’s claim.” [127] However, the idea fascinated both mother and son and they continued their relationship with the character named Harry. Harry and young boy talk everyday while getting their mud treatments and the boy tells Harry all made-up things about him and his mother, as though he were recalling some play he and the Dottie’s once performed. The boy claims that at those moments, laying in the mud after telling Harry a great story, he felt that “For the first time in my life I escaped the prison of my own body” [128] And the boy was soothed- he was free from reality and it was delicious for him. Thus the lies continued, mother and son working together to create a wonderful and twisted screenplay of sorts- both of them having the time of their lives. It made the boy feel better, for his true health seemed to be growing worse- yet he feigned the reality of it.
However, soon as the charade seemed to be becoming the boy’s reality something hits him. Harry is falling for his mother. Although it was at first it was fine with the boy; part of their act- he soon became to realize it was something real. This did not sit well, and the boy became angry, because this was not part of his play, this was real, and he did not want to imagine it happening- did not want to see the truth. That night, however, our main character was forced to see the truth, as the pain in his knee that was supposed to be getting healed became unbearable, and he collapsed on the floor, smothered by the physical pain in his leg, and the pain of reality he did not want to accept.
The end of the story contains no illustrious anecdotes as the rest had. The main character, no longer a boy, tells the remainder of his life up until the time of writing it out in a monotonous and realistic way- he has clearly learned something about his fancy to ignore realities of life, and it seems to have come as a hard truth for him as he states that “Life eventually takes away everything it gives.” [134] It has become a clear thing to him now- how everything seemed to have happened, and though he knows not to forget his reality any longer, he thinks back to when he did, further setting the true message of the author as he recalls dreamily, “…forgetting myself, forgetting that I was even a human being with all the worries and vanities and self-deception that go along with it…I might’ve had a happy life, instead of just a good one.” [134]
Therein lies the theme of the story- that humans do feign the reality of their lives, and it is sweet to do so. However, there is a sort of moral for the reader if they can find this theme- a message that although evading the truths of your existence may make you happier, they will not make your life good- they will ruin you to a point, because you will be forced to see reality eventually, and it will be harder than anything if you have failed to let yourself see it, at least a little, on a regular basis. One must resist the urge and instinct to ignore, to fly away, and must accept life and its battles, and fight; reality cannot hurt you as much as imagination may.

"it sticketh closer than a brother"

2003-08-29T19:44:44Z

All I have to say is... Yellow Wallpaper is one of the most frightening and disturbing things I have ever read. It makes me afraid, heh. When I close my eyes, I see the lady creeping about on the floor, raving, and I get afraid. Honestly, who could think to write something like that? [shiver]

Anyway, I thought I had a lot of homework, but it's only just English, and I've read that story and written my questions, and written my intro, though it needs tweaking. All that's left is the lit. analysis of Mudlavia- have to remember to call Jenny so we can discuss the theme and such. Doesn't sound like a hard essay, once I figure the theme/message. Ugh. Theme. But, I think I will save that work till Monday, as a reward for getting everything else done by this afternoon. Anyway, I've got to leave in a half hour...getting to see my favorite person ever today.

Not a bad day, over all. I get to help out with the FrenchII class, and maybe get credit as an indepenent study. Reading their workbooks today made me feel pretty good. I guess I never really realized how much french I know, since I was always just learning it on autopilot. It was kind of interesting, really. Gotta work on my accent, though, if I'm going to talk in front of those kids. They make me a little nervous. Heh, but not courtney and monica and lea- they're cool.

I'm off.

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-08-25T12:48:00

2003-08-25T16:48:33Z

It's going to be a long day.

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-08-17T17:55:00

2003-08-17T21:56:43Z

here's my schedule:

study hall / study hall
calc
chorus
ap english

modern euro
ap french
physics H.
band / pe [w/ mr ryan]

looking forward to: french, modern euro
not looking forward to: english, gym

hotter. than. the. sun. ; )

2003-08-14T16:35:36Z

Mmm lunch. Mmm good thoughts. Thoughts to think all day.

Heh, its 90 freaking degrees. I'm going to shoot down the sun. However, it is very not humid, which is good. This no air in the air thing wasn't doing the lungs any good. And that's my story.

I would have waited all of my life
For somebody like

Sunshine and chocolate all over me
In my mouth and on my tree
Round my body under my hat
Sunshine and chocolate just... like... that

Now my eyes are open wide
As I travel around
Maybe some summer day I'll find
Her face in the crowd singing...

Sunshine and chocolate everyday
In your work and in your play
In your mouth and down your back
I wish you, I wish you, I wish you that
Sunshine and chocolate all over you
Over everything you do
On your body and in your mind
Sunshine, chocolate, everything fine

great. something in the water.

2003-08-12T16:59:11Z

The Life Raft
As typified by the life raft floating in a turbulent sea, this personality type strongly needs to help others and to be thought of as a generous and kind individual. Often precisely because these people are so reliable and so willing to help others without recompense, they are taken advantage of and regarded as simply part of the scenery. This problem is compounded by the tendency for Life Raft personalities to view self-promotion as suspect or without merit. These personalities will work unfailingly for a goal and often as not see other, more outgoing personalities take the credit for it.

Generally overworked in an office environment, Life Rafts are nevertheless highly regarded by a wise employer, who sees in them many years of unswerving devotion to the job. Very accurate and precise thinkers, Life Rafts work best when handling the work themselves; they do not appreciate a managerial role and tend to be uncomfortable in that position.

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-08-08T12:22:00

2003-08-08T16:22:13Z

Tarzan!

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colorguardbaiby @ 2003-08-07T13:22:00

2003-08-07T17:22:25Z

[does a little haircut dance]

[shakes a fist]

2003-08-05T20:02:06Z

Oy. My parents, I swear. Ah well.

So, I want to drive myself to rehearsal tonight and then go out. I do have my license, mind you- so technically it is legal for me to drive by myself, and passed a test proving that I am not [contrary to their belief] incapable of this. But, I have to have a "conversation" with my father before it's approved. [growl] What's more, my mother is just fine with letting me, yet she won't put in a good word and plead my case to my father. What's that? I mean, it's one thing that she can't just say yes and my father can get over it, but she won't even give me a hand here with the man who would be just as likely to never let me do anythinnng ever.

wow. its already 3 pm.

2003-08-01T19:14:50Z

Ah well. At least that whole headache and general-feeling-of-ick went away. Did an assload of housework so that my mum and I could go out shopping in a little bit. Vacuumed the porch, living room, kitchen, dining room, hallway, and bathroom. Cleaned the bathroom. Put away dishes. Polished living room furniture. And Febreezed the whole house. Heh, that's my favorite part, its fun.

Had some interesting dreams last night- didn't mention in my last entry since I felt like my body was going to fall apart- like leprosy. Anyway, Kristin Joslin and Katy were in it...and it was just really weird.

So, this having a license thing kind of blows in my family. Heh, I'm not allowed any passengers, can't drive alone at night, or in the rain and I'm carless for now since my brother is a loser face and has an aversion to letting me borrow his car even when he doesn't need it. Darar. Ah well.

Anyway, ibuprofen works wonders because now I feel not crappy, and full of tasty sandwich. I should read some of my summer reading, since I didn't last night, and I'm on the "chapter-a-day will get me done in time for school" plan. But the chapters are super long and the book blows. Heh, the prologue was good, and from there on out [i'm on like chapter 6] it's gotten progressively worse.

"Have you ever stood outside a picket fence?
You can see through- but you can't to the inside.
So as you sit there and wait,
I look at you and anticipate..."

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-07-30T10:54:00

2003-07-30T14:54:39Z

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Around 8925 US females are named adrianne!
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0.002% of last names in the US are LaFrance.
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[noises]

2003-07-30T00:13:53Z

[fidgets]

2 : having existed or taken place in a period before the present : BYGONE

everyone cross your fingers for me!

2003-07-29T15:43:09Z

"I'm sinking in. I'm sinking in. I'm sinking in."

Driver's test today, 1 pm. Somehow, I'm not very nervous yet. Maybe that's a bad thing.
Otherwise things have been pretty alright. Let's keep them that way.
Rehearsal today. Hopefully I get to drive myself there. Woo.
Heh, and by the way Hal- I did read that chapter of book last night, and I definitely regret it. 45 pages of uneducational goodness [the whole chapter was about incest]. Call you as soon as I get home.

only the "buh"

2003-07-26T15:09:45Z

Soooo, it's been an interesting two weeks. Went to DMA, should have switched camps since now
I'm screwed to be on bass, came home, toured a few schools, went to rehearsal, got diagnosed for asthma ['sucks to your assmar'- anyone remember that?], had some choice encounters, and here I am, somehow still alive. Just thought I'd give the heads up that I still exist before going to vacuum, practice [for like three hours. I WILL kick Jared's butt on Tuesday, even if it kills me], and then shower because by then I'll be a mess.

"They say there's not a chance for me..."

...when i come around

2003-07-22T22:53:58Z

There's only really one good reason to be home.

...and it's not around to share any of this madness....

....so, I find solace in a shower.

"go ahead and laugh, 'cause it don't cost much."

2003-07-16T14:35:20Z

I want bones like iron,
Blood like mercury.
So I can tell you when I'm rising;
When i'm sinking in.
I'm sinking in.
I'm sinking in.
I'm sinking in.

Do do do bah bah bah bah

2003-07-15T21:52:59Z

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah

That’s o-kay!
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets

Do do do bah bah bah bah
O-kay
Chippin’ around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-07-13T20:06:00

2003-07-14T00:08:36Z

So, this real smart guy I know once told me that if I had a song stuck in my head, if I listened to it, it might go away. But since I don't know the name of the song and can't download it and I only know one part... I'm singing here for you!

This is our last dance... this is our last dance...under pressure...

buh.

2003-07-13T21:00:22Z

Capricorn - Your work carries an air of permanence. Your record speaks for itself. Anyone that would stand in your way obviously doesn't know you. Roll gently over the obstructions in your path.

Darrr need a nap. Sweet, sweet sleep. So, I watched a crappy horror movie. ; )

"...and if i can't sleep, will you hold my life?"

oy.

2003-07-12T14:26:37Z

Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
* right now- a sweater
* time traveling machine
* a nice cat
* blueberry muffin

Name Four Scents You Love:
* moonlit gardens shower gel
* hal
* jenna's mom's green tea lotion
* rain

Name Two People You Know Best:
* barb
* hal

Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:
* stretch denim catsuit
* combat boots
* camoflage print anything
* straight leg pants

Name Four Things You Are Thinking About:
* gee, my mum said she'd be ready when i got up... grr
* how i'm getting to jenn's party
* only 6 days until dma
* and, of course, mr hal johnson

Name Four Things You Did Today:
* got up
* brushed teeth
* talked with mum
* brushed hair

Name Four Artists/Albums Most People Don't Know You Like:
* Hanson- Three Car Garage
* The Calling- Camino Palmero
* Natalie Merchant- Ophelia
* Matchbox20- Yourself or someone like you

APPEARANCE
- hair: i have it. its an odd color
- height: average. 5'3"ish
- favorite feature: eyes, shoulders

STYLE
- clothing: the "i-grabbed-clean-pants-and-shirt-off-of-the-floor" style
- music: a bit of nearly everything.
- body art: you know? i saw a woman with a tattoo on the back of her neck yesterday, and was permanently turned from it.
- shoes: i enjoy them.

LAST THING YOU...
- did: talked to mum
- read: dunno
- watched on tv: last night, going to sleep.

EITHER / OR
- club or house party: neither. if i had to choose- house.
- tea or coffee: Tea
- high achiever or easy-going: an unbalanced mix of both. high achiever monday, tuesday, thursday, and saturday.
- cats or dogs: cats.
- pen or pencil: pencil.
- gloves or mittens: mittens.
- cassette or cd: Cd.
- snuff or cigarettes: n/a
- coke or pepsi: Coke.
- matches or a lighter: matches.
- sunset beach or the bold and the beautiful: [chokes]

WHO DO YOU WANT TO...
- kill: n/a
- hear from: none
- look like: none

FAVORITE
- food: hmm... fish
- drink: cranberry juice
- color: green
- shoes: duck shoes
- site: www.addictinggames.com, lol
- song: eh
- vegetable: carrot
- fruit: Pineapple.

LAST TIME..
- last movie you saw: the wedding planner
- last movie you saw on the big screen: finding nemo.
- last thing you had to drink: orange juice
- last thing you ate: dinner last night
- last time you cried: yesterday
- last time you smiled: yesterday
- last time you laughed: yesterday, at dmv
- last time you danced: yesterday, at pictures
- last person you hugged: hal
- last thing you said: "okay"
- last person you talked to online: uhhh.... jess clouse
- last thing you smelled: basement

colorguardbaiby @ 2003-07-06T18:51:00

2003-07-06T22:51:27Z

Neutral:
Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the
world in a negative or positive way and you'll
never judge or assume a situation- you just
look at the facts. People like you are peaceful
and accepting.

Made by
Sara

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It's a girl!!

2003-07-02T21:47:11Z

Just got back from shopping with my mum. I now own capris with flowers on them. And now, I am apparently pretty. Heh, I didn't know I was so hideous before. Give me a break. Oh! And I own a shirt that makes me look like I'm pregnant, according to my mother. But I guess that passes with her, because "Well, you at least look like a girl in that".

My mother... I hate shopping with her. She's anal. Heh, but it was funny. She called me a bitch in the middle of the store, in front of some older woman [Have you ever seen Dharma & Greg? Picture Greg's mom...]and the woman all gasped and looked mortified. Anyway, now that I'm pretty I'm going to go and vegetate. I hope some of it will wear off.

It's kind of funny, because now I'm going to get these damn pictures taken, and look nothing like me. Heh, and that makes her happy!
"I'm sick of smiling,
And so is my jaw.
Can't you see my front is crumbling down?
I'm sick of being someone I'm not.
Please get me out of this slump.
I'm sick of clapping,
When I know I can do it better for myself.
I'm sick of waiting;
Sick of all these words that will never matter.
But you're getting worse, I swear it."