The Star Wars Excel Paper

I have learned a whole Death Star load of stuff about Excel. I have learned how to actually use Excel (so now I can chart out many standard galactic units I lost when Alderaan’s stock went down), and how to do formulas and make graphs. This will really come in handy when I go back to Tatooine and have to show the statistics of how many humanoids die or are injured in pod races.

I learned how to type in formulas into the different cells so that I don’t have to do math manually. This is very good, because when I began writing out my plans for how to create a lightsaber, I messed up my math and blew it up. Master Yoda would have been so upset if he had known! I learned how to average the numbers in two different cells, or add them, or subtract them. I also learned about Paste Special, where I can go and just paste what I need to instead of the whole thing. Another thing I learned was that when I get all number signs, it does not mean that Excel is cussing me out like I originally thought, but that I need to expand the column widths. I am so glad that I figured this out on my own, because if the Sith Lord had seen me, he would have cut off my hand.

I did not know that I could duplicate my excel sheets and place them on top of one another. That was a cool thing to learn; I now understand why Obi-Wan was so stoked when he stumbled upon all the many clones that were being made for the Republic. It really comes in handy to have more than one copy of the same thing! I also learned how to use the currency button to write in all of the dollar signs for me. If only they had the symbol for standard galactic units! Then I wouldn’t have to draw them in for the chart of how much money Lord Vader has spent at the Death Star cantina!

My Very Spiffy Spring Break

Well, for starters, I am going to drink coffee EVERY SINGLE DAY. And because of that I will be in a good mood and not imagine tearing off all of Barbie’s limbs one by one. Not that I feel that way anyway. Because that would be weird. I was thinking about attempting to take over the world during spring break, but then when I thought about it, it seemed like a lot of work. Between the whole fighting the Dark Lord thing, having to deal with the hobbits’ bottomless appetites, emaciated wraiths throwing themselves at you, and don’t even get me started on the One Ring Of Power. Like seriously, what happens when one gets all old and fat and they have to cut the One Ring of Power off because it is cutting off one’s circulation? Really, who thought that up?

I have to do a multitude of projects this Spring Break. It’s like “Oh, here’s one week of vacation! …but we’re going to give you so much homework that you won’t be able to wiggle your toes!” –insert favorite swear word here-

Today (the beginning of Spring Break), I am going to French Symposium to compete with other geeky kids from all around here. I’m going to say a poem and prose (en français, of course). I’m very nervous/excited because the winner wins a trip to France. Sacre chat!

I will probably sleep like a sloth this break, because I am exhausted and do not want to turn into a zombie. Because that would be bad. Like, just a little bit. I will probably go to Walmart and set up a scavenger for some random soul, or some other abnormal, yet amazing thing.

In the end, my break will probably consist of me nourishing my coffee obsession, working and watching NCIS with mi padre, learning to drive (FINALLY!!!!!!!) and maybe reading a few good books (i.e. rereading Phantom of the Opera, Scarlet Pimpernel, or starting Grapes of Wrath for next year) and spending time with my best friend (in hopes some of her goodness rubs off on me).

Parenthesis have attacked my paper. I shall now have to go on Crusade to destroy them. And eat. As Miracle Max once said, “True love is the greatest thing in the world! Except for a nice MLT – mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. They’re so perky – I love that.”

New Favorite Song(:

Love Never Dies – Till I Hear You Sing Once More – Lyrics by Glenn Slater

The day starts, the day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I can’t bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing

And weeks pass, and months pass
Seasons fly
Still you don’t walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more.

And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air

And years come, and years go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul
Can’t be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more

And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you’re not here

Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you, what are they for?
I’ll always feel
No more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing once more

Whoa There. Whoa.

So, I'm actually supposed to be working on my homework right now. Dimensional analysis, chemistry, French...but I'm not. Obviously. Oops.

I keep having these dreams about my friend...it's so freaking strange because I'm not even really talking to him. I don't think. Ugh. Boys. I liked it better when my dreams were just about Winnie the Pooh and haunted houses.

Speaking of dreams, the other night I had a dream in Spanish...I don't *speak* Spanish. I'm learning *French* right now. I am concerned and slightly in awe of myself.

And I'm going to a sock-hop tonight! Well, working at one. Whatever. I'm excited.