. . . . . entries for 28.3.04 . . . . .
I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. I didn't really get it, unfortunately. . . and tomorrow is going to be hectic as hell. o.O And. . . I have so much homework. SO much bloody homework.
And the Ottoman Turks utterly fail to interest me. In any way, shape or form. And I have to write a DBQ on them. Or on some Islamic group. Ugh, says I! Ugh.
. . . . . entries for 26.3.04 . . . . .
Incidentally, were you aware that Erin Sherman without any R's is Ein Sheman? xD
MWAHAHA! Matt has a blog! At long last! I cackle with delight! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!
xD Do you even know how many weird Pingu adaptations there are? Do you? Do you!?
Aaaah. Yeah, I'm finally blogging again. From school. . . but blogging, nonetheless. I get to sleep tonight. There's a crazy dance put on by the science department tomorrow. Which I will go to. As Tina's ho. 'cause I'm gonna be with her all day - doing my German poetry project! xD!
On another interesting school-related note, I finally finished my Odyssey thing. -.- Dear gods almighty. And I think Moore won't eat me, too. Huzzah.
. . . . . entries for 21.3.04 . . . . .
Good grief. . . apparently I'm not a very emotionally intelligent person. xD I got a 65 on that test.
I can't go to my cousins' house in Lexington this year for Easter. :( So instead. . . I might invite whoever's around on Easter day to my house for an egg hunt. xD Who's up for it!?
. . . . . entries for 20.3.04 . . . . .
"Well. . . can we come up and have a look?"
"Of course not! You are English types!"
"I'm French! Why do you think I have this outRAGEOUS accent, you silly king?"
"What are you doing in England!?"
"Mind your own business!"
Bloody hell. . . just realized that Ms. Yolen collected my sketchbook, which has my Odyssey stuff in it. I'm SO brilliant. Oh well. . . I'll just try to continue planning where I left off.
Ugh. If ANYONE sees me online between now and Monday, please shoot me. . .
. . . . . entries for 18.3.04 . . . . .
"He's looking at himself
But wishing he was someone else
Because the posters on the wall,
They don't look like him at all,
So he ties it up,
He tucks it in,
He pulls it back,
And gives a grin,
Laughing at himself because
He knows he ain't loved at all. . .
He gets his courage from the can,
It makes him feel like a man,
Because he's lovin' all the ladies
But the ladies don't love him at all. . .
'Cause when he's not drunk
He's only stuck on himself
And then he has the nerve to say
He needs a decent girl. . .
Looking at herself
But wishing she was someone else
Because the body of the doll,
It don't look like hers at all. . .
So she straps it on,
She sets it in,
Throws it up and gives a grin,
Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all. . .
All caught up in the trends,
Well, the truth begins to bend,
And the next thing you know,
Man, there just ain't no truth left at all. . .
'Cause when the pretty girl walks,
She walks so proud,
And when the pretty girl laughs,
Oh man, she laughs so loud. . .
And if it ain't this,
Then it's that,
As a matter of fact,
She hasn't had a day
To relax
Since
She
Has lost
Her
Ability to think
Clearly. . .
Well, I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person,
Check out my outsides, there ain't nothing in here,
Well, I'm a superficial, systematic music television addict,
Check out my outsides, there ain't nothing in
Here comes another one,
Just like the other one,
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else. . ."
~Jack Johnson, Posters
Adam has a blogthang!!
. . . . . entries for 17.3.04 . . . . .
"Everyone knows what went down,
Because the news was spread all over town,
And fact is only what you believe,
Fact and fiction work as a team.
It's almost always fiction in the end,
The content begins to bend,
The context is never the same. . .
I was reading a book,
Or maybe it was a magazine,
Suggestions on where to place faith,
Suggestions on what to believe,
But I read somewhere that you've got to beware,
You can't believe anything you read.
But the Good Book is good,
And that's well understood,
So you shouldn't even question, if you know what I mean. . ." ~Jack Johnson, It's All Understood
. . . . . entries for 15.3.04 . . . . .
According to the IQ test at web.tickle.com, I have an IQ of 140.
Well, that's all well and good, but I also am a "visionary philosopher" according to this test. They tell you your intellectual type, and apparently that's mine. Rejoice, for I am PLATO REINCARNATE!!
Whee, Elle (my roleplaying buddy. . . heheh. . . yeah.) has a livejournal. :) Check it out.
. . . . . entries for 13.3.04 . . . . .
I think I'd like to die for a little while, and come back sometime Sunday night, in time to finish my homework before Monday morning.
. . . . . entries for 11.3.04 . . . . .
Remember that unfortunate time when I blogged in Fitzgerald's style of verse? I think I might make a habit of that. It's just so damned amusing. xD
Aha! We have it, straight from the lad's. . . fingertips. . . IM. . . you know. In parenths you shall find the direct English translation. He had to improvise a little. xD Gods, I love this kid.
Meum lac-agitatum trahit omnes pueros ad hortum
(My shaken milk drags all the boys to the garden)
Et dicunt, est melius quam tuum
(And they say, it is better than yours)
Et certe, est melius quam tuum
(And certainly, it is better than yours)
Possum te docere, sed debeo facere pretium
(I am able to teach you, but I ought to charge)
La la la la la... caleface illud...
(La la la la la... heat it...)
La la la la la... pueri exspectant...
(La la la la la... the boys are waiting)
It occurred to me just now that I never blog anymore. So I'm blogging.
Charlie translated the song Milkshake into Latin yesterday. xD I think I have it. Give me a moment and I will search for it. . . damn, no, I don't have it. I'll ask him for it. It would be a crime not to blog it. xD
Ah. . . the months of December (well, late December anyway), January and February threw me way the hell off so far as school goes. I'm still recovering. I think drag day is supposed to be tomorrow. I have no will to dress in drag at all. . . especially since I have swimming tomorrow an' all.
MWAHAA! That's right - some of you might not know. I had a fun incident in the pool yesterday. Or rather, out of the pool. Very abruptly. You see, we had a fire drill (which turned out to be an evacuation due to a "bomb threat" . . . long story) during sixth mod. I was in gym during sixth mod. In the pool. So the fire alarm goes off, and we're all like, WTF, mate!? And we (Kristen, Emma, Sarah Tishler and I) ran outside. We considered getting changed, but we didn't, for the most part. I was especially wise that day and did not have my shoes within easy reach. Rock on, right? So I stepped on rock salt, and was all like, "nyah!!"
It was a sunny day, though, and not too cold, so it was alright. xD And a fun story to tell.
. . . . . entries for 9.3.04 . . . . .
Aha! The We Dreamers guild lives, and it lives here!
Join up, everyone, we need all the members we can get!
Alright! I'm angry 'cause Gaia's down, so I'm posting my peacenik guild bulletin here. :)
We Dreamers ~ a Gaian peacenik guild!
Alright. nightslonelyshadow11 and I are founding this guild 'cause we're UPSET! We're angry with the level of hostility on Gaian forums. We understand that this is necessary on critique boards, but why do Gaians snipe at one
. . . . . entries for 5.3.04 . . . . .
So yeah, just to reassure everyone, *no,* I'm not going to shoot up the school. -.- I just wonder sometimes if people learn from the past at all. I was wearing a black trenchcoat and everything.
On a cheerier note, it is SO the weekend. Thank God. ::sigh:: . . .
. . . . . entries for 4.3.04 . . . . .
And no sooner laid Erin down
to rest her wearied limbs, than
a malicious god dropped a sweet sleep upon her eyes.
::shakes her finger at Fitzgerald:: Damn you! You have me thinking in verse that's more like prose than verse! What worse thought structure could there be (besides possibly the haiku)!?
. . . . . entries for 3.3.04 . . . . .
Exactly how did this end up being such a bad day again? What did I do wrong?
I received a rather rude reminder last mod today. It's been so bloody long since someone took a shot at me, I came damn close to forgetting what it felt like, but now I remember (or rather, I have a fresh memory to draw upon) quite clearly.
Way to be cool, guys. Good thing I'm a somewhat mentally balanced human being. Next time (if there is a next time) I might remind them that a less mentally balanced human being might sneak a gun into school under their trenchcoat. Ugh.
And of course, there's the homework I have to do tonight.
This has not been, and will not be, the best day of my life.
. . . . . entries for 2.3.04 . . . . .
xD! What better title for a Johnny Depp article than "The Pirate's Booty?" When I saw the title in Newsweek, I was half hoping it was a brief essay on Johnny's absolutely divine, um, nevermind, but no: it was booty in the more pirate-y sense. It called him an expat. What a great word. . . I didn't even know they had an abbreviation for expatriot.
. . . so yeah, how are you? xD I'm great, thanks. I have SO MUCH HOMEWORK this week, and Cas is coming back this weekend. She and I might go see the Passion together, if the elders of the family (i.e. everyone but me) don't determine it's too gory. -.- Ugh. I have eyelids. ::pokes them:: See? It's true!
Meh.
. . . . . entries for 1.3.04 . . . . .
"Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I
Live with are numberless,
Little white flowers will
Never awaken you,
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you. . .
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if
I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday. . .
Sunday is gloomy,
With shadows I spend it all,
My heart and I have
Decided to end it all,
Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers that are sad, I know,
Let them not weep, let them know
That I'm glad to go. . .
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you,
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you. . .
Gloomy Sunday. . .
Dreaming,
I was only dreaming. . ."
come home?
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