. . . . . entries for 31.5.04 . . . . .
Time for a brief burst of blogging rage!
O.O I AM GOING COMPLETELY OUT OF MY MIND WITH HATRED FOR THE MATH REVIEW.
. . . and moreover for hatred with myself for being lax with math lately. Stupid, stupid, STUPID Erin.
ARG.
And I have to write my speech on Ghengis (CHINGIS) after this. I have like. . . no legitimate information to attack any of my competitors. ::bangs her head against the nearest hard surface:: I foresee SO LITTLE sleep tonight. I foresee a very low grade on this review packet. I foresee a disastrous proof test tomorrow. . . oh, dear god, that proof test. . . it's going to completely kill me.
Someone just shoot me.
. . . . . entries for 30.5.04 . . . . .
"You can't do it! You can't do it!"
"Not with your feet on my boobs, I can't."
. . . . . entries for 28.5.04 . . . . .
xD!!! In Shrek 2. . .
There is a STARBUCKS. . .
across from a STARBUCKS!!
Louis Black, your voice has been heard by Dreamworks!
. . . . . entries for 24.5.04 . . . . .
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Mrr. o.O They *are* two of my favorite characters. I'm amused by the fact that I got the least common response. . . xD
I feel like putting this in my Gaia signature, just to see how badly I get flamed. . .
But seriously, click it. It's amusing how angry and intolerant people can be. o.O I mean, geez, guys. If you don't like it, turn the other way!
. . . . . entries for 23.5.04 . . . . .
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Take it. Do it now.
(I'm just sad that there's no Harry/Malfoy. . . if only because it'd be amusing to see who got it. xD)
| "ACHTUNG! |
| Matt may actually be a spider-human hybrid |
From Go-Quiz.com
Nicole! Did you see that? Did you, did you? Matt is actually Spiderman! AAAAAH!
. . . . . entries for 22.5.04 . . . . .
Niskaday. :) Joy of joys. How was the parade? ::didn't go because she was dehydrated and weak and tired and. . . blah::
Mrr, I'm gonna go man the Youth Court pie booth soon. xD Mwahaha. At least, I think they went ahead with that idea. Nicole's there right now, I know as much from her away message. Her away message seems to think they're playing the lollipop game we discussed, which is. . . so not as fun as throwing pies. -.-
Also speaking of things I was too out of it to participate in, how was Shrek 2?
. . . . . entries for 19.5.04 . . . . .
Speaking of French existentialists as weapons of war, I didn't technically fail my math test. :)
For Immediate Release: March 2002
French Intellectuals to be Deployed in Afghanistan to Convince Taliban of Non-Existence of God
The clean-up portion of the ground war in Afghanistan heated up yesterday when the Allies revealed plans to airdrop a platoon of crack French existentialist philosophers into the country to destroy the morale of the remaining Taliban zealots by proving the non-existence of God.
Elements from the feared Jean-Paul Sartre Brigade, or 'Black Berets', will be parachuted into the combat zones to spread doubt, despondency and existential anomie among the enemy. Hardened by numerous intellectual battles fought during their long occupation of Paris's Left Bank, their first action will be to establish a number of sidewalk cafes at strategic
points near the front lines. There they will drink coffee and talk animatedly about the absurd nature of life and man's lonely isolation in the universe.
They will be accompanied by a number of heartbreakingly beautiful girlfriends who will further spread dismay by French kissing the philosophers' ears every five minutes and looking remote and unattainable to everyone else.
Their leader, Colonel Marc-Ange Belmondo, spoke yesterday of his confidence in the success of their mission. Sorbonne graduate Belmondo, a very intense and carefully unshaven young man in a black pullover, gesticulated wildly and said, "The Taliban are caught in a logical fallacy of the most ridiculous. There is no God and I can prove it. Not now, Juliet, I am talking, and I can't hear myself when you do that."
Marc-Ange plans to deliver an impassioned thesis on man's nauseating freedom of action with special reference to the work of Foucault and the films of Alfred Hitchcock.
However, humanitarian agencies have been quick to condemn the operation as inhumane, pointing out that the effects of passive smoking from the Frenchmens' endless Gitanes could wreak a terrible toll on civilians in the area.
U.S. Department of Defense representatives will neither confirm nor deny the report.
. . . . . entries for 18.5.04 . . . . .
I'm utterly amazed at how pissed off Neopets can get me when it's not working. I know that doesn't make sense. I mean, the content makes sense, but the sentence is crap. You know what I mean.
Arg.
I think I'm going to start blogging so much that you'll all be sick of me, just because of the BLOG VIBE. Even when you aren't reading it, it's there, in the back of your brain. . . the blog vibe!! MWAHAHAHAAA!
. . . on an interesting but mostly unrelated note, I wrote an odd little passage today which I'll email to any of the Nisky chicks who ask. It relates to Raphael. xD So yeah.
Ugh, I'm gonna get back my math test tomorrow. No, no, no. Do not *want.* Do not want! >.< DO NOT WANT!!!
. . . . . entries for 16.5.04 . . . . .
"Drink up, baby,
Look at the stars,
I'll kiss you again
Between the bars. . ."
~Elliot Smith
Once I actually *listened* to this song, I instantly loved it. xD
I want to skip finals. Completely. Just make it so that. . . they don't need to happen, they never *will* happen. Mrr. . .
. . . . . entries for 15.5.04 . . . . .
Rainstorm, rainstorm. It has been too long since we had a good one of you. Thanks for coming, I'd hug you if I could, but you just slip right through my arms. . .
. . . . . entries for 13.5.04 . . . . .
Mwahaha. xD Blogger remodled. It's cool.
I'm at school, and supposedly researching Ghandi, Malcolm X, Nehru and JFK. Well. . . yeah. Screw that. I've got all the sources I need, so. . . mreh. No more of this researching nonsense.
. . . . . entries for 9.5.04 . . . . .
Whee. Well, some people may go to prom. . . but *other* people may call their SOs and talk to them for a couple of hours while sitting on a trampoline, cursing the starless night sky. . .
Happy Mother's Day, by the way. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 8.5.04 . . . . .
I saw a limo a'driving towards the high school. This was the point at which I remembered it's prom night. xD It seems so bloody weird to me. . . prom. o.O Maxchilde is going, which is even weirder. Imagine the Russian ogre in a tux, everyone! See, I've scarred your mind. :) Don't thank me, thank Max.
Speaking of Max, he and Colin had an amusing "fight" the other day. xD I just can't type it up. . . all the magic would be lost. Suffice it to say that the entire school knew about it, and that it involved much laughing for moi. I suggest y'all go ask them. Or me. Or someone. It was *so* damned funny.
. . . . . entries for 7.5.04 . . . . .
Aye, Charlie called today. Apparently his computer is being icky or some such nonsense. . . so I am obligated to call him this weekend. xD Huzzah. It's ten now, though, so. . . it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Don't want his parents to kill me. o.O
Oh yeah! Natalie, I remembered this all for you!
"We're supposed to have a hard prack trasctick today. . ."
. . . . . entries for 5.5.04 . . . . .
So I've been thinking. Well. . . actually my mind's just bounced off of the thought a couple of times. I'm doing the actual thinking as I write this.
Why a kiss? Not so much why a kiss as why the *action* of a kiss. What's so romantic about lips? They're just weird pinkish growths on the edges of your mouth. And the whole saliva-swapping element. . . yick. I mean, why? It's just. . . so. . . odd.
. . . . . entries for 3.5.04 . . . . .
COSMO, PRINCE OF DENMARK
by
Les Barker
The guard, high on the battlements
Of royal Elsinore
Saw the ghost of one departed,
The king of days before;
A knife deep in his chest,
His face with pain was wracked;
"This dagger was my son's," he cried;
"I was helping him with his act."
Cosmo, Prince of Denmark;
Hamlet's younger brother,
Killed Rosencrantz and Guildenstren,
His uncle and his mother.
It was the evil, cunning, Claudius
Who ended the king's life
When he said to little Cosmo,
"Merry Christmas; here's a knife."
Cosmo tried out slings and arrows,
And Hamlet bore the scars
Before he made an outrageous fortune
Out of his cigars.
Cosmo, Prince of Denmark,
With practised flick of practised wrist,
Took arms against a sea of troubles
And missed.
It was curtains for Polonius;
He came crashing to the ground
With a knife straight through the arras;
Serves him right for turning round.
Cosmo killed Laertes' father
But his sister went to ground;
She jumped into the river
And he missed her but she drowned.
Then they stood beside the grave,
Horatio and the kid;
"Alas poor Yorick; I knew him, Horatio;"
"Yes, he looks as if you did."
And there are characters in other plays
That Cosmo did to death;
Remember poor King Duncan?
Bet you thought it was Macbeth;
It was Cosmo, Prince of Denmark;
He got out his knife and fork
And sliced up Francis Bacon
And half the House of York.
Cosmo, Prince of Denmark;
Not the best of men at darts;
The reason English kings
Often come in several parts.
Again in Julius Caesar,
Don't heed his dying call;
Though he said "Et tu Brute?"
It wasn't him at all.
Cosmo, Prince of Denmark
Practising at home
Aimed at Copenhagen
But the knife came down in Rome.
It was Cosmo, Prince of Denmark
Who sent him to the grave,
And the Latin "Et tu Brute"
Just means "Where's my aftershave?"
Oberon, Titania;
They all went for the chop;
It was unfortunate for Bottom;
Cosmo went for double top.
But soft, what knife through yonder window breaks?
Poor Juliet, cried, intense;
"Wherefore art thou, Romeo?"
"I'm impaled against this fence."
All around the stage were bodies;
Survivors there were rarities
As they counted up the corpses;
One hundred and Laertes.
Cosmo looked at all the carnage,
And, remorseful for the dead,
He attempted suicide
And killed King Richard's horse instead.
And in a land beyond Tintagel
Lies a lake shrouded in mists,
Where a hand holds up a sword
And a voice cries "Who threw this?"
. . . . . entries for 2.5.04 . . . . .
"Other people wouldn't like to hear you,
If you said,
That these are the best days,
Of our lives,
Other people turn around and laugh at you,
If you say,
That these are the best days,
Of our lives,
Other people break into a cold sweat,
If you say,
That these are the best days,
Of their lives. . ."
Today is a very wonderful day. It's cloudy out, but the perfect cool temperature; fairly humid, but not uncomfortably so. There's a light breeze which from time to time blows tiny drops of water onto my skin. . .
"What's the matter? I wear Victoria's Secret bras all the time!"
Mm hmm. Is that one any better?
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)