. . . . . entries for 30.11.04 . . . . .
Right, so I haven't posted song lyrics in a long time. I am going to flip through my playlist until I find a vaguely appropriate song, and type out the words. Just for old times' sake. xD
"Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things?
Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies?
From where you are
To where I am now,
I need these pretty things
Around the planets of my face,
Everything's a sign of my astrology.
From where you are
To where I am now
Is its own galaxy.
Be a star and fall down somewhere next to me,
And make it past
Your color TV,
This time will pass
And with it will me,
And all these pretty things. . .
Don't say you don't notice them."
- Rufus Wainwright, Pretty Things
Uggy buggy. I am worried about this Saturday. In case I haven't been fangirl-squealing enough for all of you, I remind you that I am *supposed* to be going to the Yuletide Ball at SCC. Things just don't seem to be moving along properly, though. Neh. . .
. . . . . entries for 29.11.04 . . . . .
You're Erin! My only online friend listed here, you
are little miss Jeanette-Paula Chartreuse!
You're bold, happy-go-lucky, and hillarious.
You complain about Debate a bit too much,
though.
Which one of my friends are you?
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Oh my god, I'm me. xD (So is Charlie, incidentally. We're such narcissistic bastards.)
Aha, I always knew BM was Charlie in disguise!
Right, so I was ridiculously energetic during English class (first block) today, then I died. I was so, so, SO out of it for the rest of the day. Blah. So, given my marvelous lack of motivation, I did not go to debate. (I highly doubt we did anything worthwhile anyway.) Neal is now interrogating me about debate stuff, since he came into the club late.
I have science homework, which consists of drawing someone and writing up the conclusion questions. o.O Weird, yeah? Whaaatever.
. . . . . entries for 28.11.04 . . . . .
I think maybe this result was a close runner-up.
You're Geek Chic. Offbeat and with a thumbful of
calluses, you spend most of your time catching
Simpsons reruns and sucking down raspberry
Jell-O. However, you're still a hipster,
you've still got your own style, and you
probably dig the Velvet Underground's "Who
Loves the Sun?"
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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I am gamer geek, hear me roar. MOOOO.
You're the Hipster Intellecticus. Call yourself
what you will (beatnik, philosophy major,
liberal arts student), you're still hip and you
still dig Kerouac.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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No, see, it's wrong. It's Jeanette-Paula CHARTREUSE, you morons. I don't do black. It's green. Bright, annoying-ass, BEAUTIFUL green!
Very little could ruin my good mood. In fact, the only bad things about life right now are a) the impending schoolweek and b) the fact that one of my bracelets is missing.
I am going to Yuletide Ball on Saturday! Fweeheee! ^.^
. . . . . entries for 27.11.04 . . . . .
"Where's baby Jesus?"
"In the oven!"
Hey, it's the group shot! ^.^ We are so glamorous the morning after Thanksgiving, yes?
. . . . . entries for 26.11.04 . . . . .
I now have ridiculous amounts of new music, courtesy Cas and The Continued Corruption of Youth, the mp3 CD she burned for me. As in, I have almost 48 hours, 4.56 gigs, of music on my computer. It's ludicrous, but happy. ^.^ Oh, Liz Phair.
Thanksgiving was cool. I missed my cousin Ingrid, though. She's at Stanford now. Crazy girl. . .
ZOMG I have the entire weekend to be LAZY. I am so delighted. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 25.11.04 . . . . .
Hey guys, Happy Thanksgiving. ^.^ It's around 9:30 now and I will be leaving for Lexington and dinner with the extended family, er. . . eventually. Regardless, I am going to be gone for at least 24 hours. I fully expect to get together with a certain Shannon this weekend because we need TACO BELL, damn it. O.O
. . . *hem* So yes. Have fun, everyone, and may your Thanksgiving dinner not end up on your thighs.
. . . . . entries for 24.11.04 . . . . .
You are 60% Cancer
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I don't agree. :P I am pretty goddamned Cancer.
Zomg, it's so wonderful. xD I found that in a Gaia signature.
Nobuo Uematsu retired last October. A moment of silence is long overdue.
. . . . . entries for 23.11.04 . . . . .
|
You Are From Mercury |
 You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows. You probably never leave home without your cell phone! You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you. You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer. Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything. |
Oh my goodness. (I went back and changed a couple of answers I was iffy on and still got Mercury. How the hell is it that I'm the messenger god? I'm the slowest person I know. o.o Physically, anyway.)
|
You Are a New School Democrat |
 You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent. You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats. Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book. You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves. |
Word to your mother.
"What? Twenty pennies?" ~Greg
I've been meaning to post that. xD
So, yeah, I haven't blogged in a while because a) Blogger has been evil and b) I have been rather busy not blogging.
I'm at school now, and the librarians have gotten wise to the whole Gaia thing, so now is the ideal time to blog.
belle says blogity blog blog
^observe the hello from Belle.
Yes, so. . . I've been going out of my mind lately. Some of you may have noticed that I signed off rather suddenly last night. I was so bloody exhausted that I went to sleep at eleven, having gotten very little homework done due to lack of ability to concentrate, and woke up at four. Father dearest does not approve of waking up at four, and let me know this. It is. . . I can't even find a really satisfactory word for it; it's frustrating, I suppose, is a close match. I'm just trying to do whatever I can to keep my head above water and not be lazy at the same time. It doesn't work too well, I suppose. If only I could strike a happy medium.
Right, well, tomorrow I have Youth Court, but it's not as if that's a really intellectually challenging activity. The next local debate tournament is on December 11 in Albany, which will give me plenty of time to recooperate. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
I have very little perky and off the topic of things dull and dreary and school-like to discuss. (Also, after reading the previous sentence I can fairly state that my cognitive abilities have plumetted of late. So little sleep.)
But I did have an interesting presentation in English today. . . it involved John Nolan wearing a purple afro, Colin wearing a motherboard, and Graham trying to be badass. Overall a very strange and wonderful thing and a good reason to be late to homeroom. Maybe I should share Sushi K (John)'s rap with you all. Maybe I will later. Right now I'm actually pretty content to just sit in my happy little corner of the school library and practice my typing skills on my blog.
It's weird, because people have told me a lot lately that I type really fast. I don't think I do, not really. But then again, I am me, and my wrists do make a sound like the Monty Python coconut horses when I crack them. Wheehee for early repetitive motion arthritis.
belle says what do u mean u don't type fast u type made crazy fast unlike me i type very slowly
Your opinion is valued, Belle. You should learn to type the word "you." It's good for you. :)
but that takes so long and im typeing at a weird angle meaning im about to drop the stuff on me lap
Right, dear, you deal with that. o.O We love Belle dearly, don't we?
Hmmm. . . maybe I'll do something productive. I doubt it though. I think I have all of five minutes to be productive anyway, and what's the point in that?
belle says lookj up where i can get ivory on the old silk road for me ss project
I think not. :P
. . . . . entries for 20.11.04 . . . . .
Me: Greg was also killing me with dead baby jokes for the last half hour or so.
Charlie: yes!!!! bwahahahaha
Me: xD I like them, but there's only so much I can take.
Charlie: whats red and sits in a corner
Me: er. . . some kind of dead baby, clearly.
Charlie: a baby gargling razor blades. whats green and sits in a corner?
Me: the same baby a week later.
Charlie: the same baby two weeks later! . . . damn it
Me: damn it!
Charlie: xD
Me: xD
Charlie: i love you.
Wow. I'm finally back from the debate, for which I woke up at 4:40 this morning. It is now 7:30.
Incidentally, I didn't place this time, and I am quite bitter about this fact. There are all sorts of gruesome and crotchety details to this statement. If you're interested in hearing the full story, just tell me so and I'll relay it to you.
It was, all and all, an enjoyable experience. I learned more about some of my fellow LD'ers, which was cool, and enjoyed myself in the downtime. Even in the debates themselves, sort of. It's such a vicious environment, and during my last round (which I won, weirdly enough) I felt kind of like it was going in slow motion. I'm tired. I'm glad I can sleep tonight.
Dungeon tomorrow. Hooooboy.
. . . . . entries for 19.11.04 . . . . .
I am sad to be missing Utopia, but I know that, in the light of this afternoon and evening's events, going would be impossible. I will, in fact, finish my cases tonight. I will fill my mind with thoughts of U.S. policy and democratic ideals, and I definitely won't think about the (other) stuff which has been stressing me out so much.
No. I definitely won't.
My entire life is Sanitest retake after Sanitest retake. Observe. I find the results to be scarily accurate.
INSANITY INDEX 5.76
Your score suggests that you are psychasthenic. A very interesting condition, it means you lack the capacity to resolve uncertainties, or resist phobias or compulsions even though you know they're irrational. You may have trouble making decisions, or you may find yourself engaging in self-sabotaging behavior. Others who scored at this level include millionaire Howard Hughes and occultist/heretic Giordano Bruno.
As if my life couldn't get any more complicated and stressful, the prophecies have been fulfilled and, as I knew all along, Charlie is too pretty for his own damn good.
I just can't envision actually getting my cases done tonight. . .
. . . well, it's not like my mother ever seemed to care about my well-being anyway. God*damn* I am losing my mind. Raargh. WHERE ARE MY COCONUTS, PEOPLE!?
Well, shit. I learned about five minutes ago that my mom plans to have the head honcho of speech and debate over at seven tonight to instruct her in being a judge. I don't know why, but this bothers me so much it makes my eyes bug out. As if I don't have to deal with enough debate-related garbage already. I am seriously losing it. My dad tried to make me promise I would eat ice cream or something to calm down. What the hell? Fattening food solves no problems. Unless it requires some sort of destructive force to become edible. Coconuts, for example. I could really go for a few really fucking hard-shelled coconuts right now. So I could shatter them with a sledgehammer.
. . . . . entries for 18.11.04 . . . . .
Hey guys. Sorry the tagboard's being such a bitch lately, I'm not really sure what's wrong with it. o.O Probably an issue with the tagboard website itself. Maybe I'll get me one of them newfangled chatterbox things.
Right, tons of AP World homework and pretty much nothing else (besides English script work, which is optional and, sorry Colin/Graham/John, I just can't do it this week) so. . . I'm off to work on it. Observe my away message on AIM - I only want to hear from you if you are in dire need of my help/guidance/emotional fucking support, okay!? So little sleep. -.-
. . . . . entries for 17.11.04 . . . . .
This is interesting. Rather profane and probably not extremely accurate, but interesting.
. . . . . entries for 16.11.04 . . . . .
When Sir Charles (and anyone else feeling inspired) reads this, I would like to prompt him to post the same on his blog. xD
My celebrity harem:
Elijah Wood
Paul Bettany
Ewan McGregor
Heath Ledger
and Johnny Depp, if he isn't too mobbed by rabid fangirls already.
This was brought on by a discussion of fangirldom with Vera. Much love for her. ^.^
Incidentally, I do have a life outside of Chinese food and being bitter about a particular 150-mile stretch of land in the Catskills. The Henry Kissinger song just came up on my playlist, which I find oddly appropriate given the present goings-on in the Whitehouse.
This week is altogether too busy for my liking. Debate on Monday, YC graduation on Thursday, Utopia on Friday, the tournament and Kochie's birthday party on Saturday, and a dungeon on Sunday. Blearg.
Right, so I just got back from the Golden Phoenix (the Chinese buffet around here, for you non-local people). I stole mom's fortune when it was determined that both fortunes together pretty much summed up my outlook on life.
Fortune #1: Traveling more often is important for your health and happiness.
Fortune #2: Your lover will never wish to leave.
. . . . . entries for 14.11.04 . . . . .
Just for the record, I really hate AP World essays. I hate them with a passion.
I love Elle, though, for sending me ridiculously happy techno tunes to help me retain a semblance of sanity. xD So much love.
. . . . . entries for 13.11.04 . . . . .
This evening, I noticed a few stupid little things - the kind of little things that an author puts in a book just to show how utterly lacking in other stimulation the character is. Like noticing the line of a profile in the shadow cast on the dashboard, remembering how, once, the character observed such a profile which bore a striking resemblance to someone she knew; but this line is wrong, the lips are too angular. The profile is that of a Roman statue of Venus, perfect and sculpted to be the vision of beauty and love. But that doesn't mean that it's beautiful to the character; she would rather see the one she knows in the shadows again.
Right, anyway. I should be reading Macbeth and not ranting about the people in the shadows. o.o
As if only to prove my last post absolutely true, I woke up this evening (yes, this evening, I was taking a nap, damn it) around quarter past five and proceeded to flip out. I had to write my AP World essay, read Macbeth, and do a Latin worksheet, all before school tomorrow. Then I realized it was Saturday, and cursed Veteran's Day and the PLAN for screwing over my internal clock.
Speaking of the PLAN, I think it was, on some counts, tougher than the PSAT. There was certainly less time; on the middle two sections (Math and Reading) I felt a little pressed for time, but I still managed to answer all of the questions more-or-less intelligently. On the other hand, the English section was ridiculously easy; everyone I talked to about the test (and I talked to quite a few people, being the academia nut I am) agreed on this point.
And I probably won't get the damn results for several months. -.- Stupid standardized tests. I wonder when the PSAT results are coming out. . . I wonder when the report cards are coming out. . . damn. I really am an academia nut. (Quite different from a macademia nut. Just to remind you.)
. . . . . entries for 12.11.04 . . . . .
Just got back from Arsenic and Old Lace. Well, that's actually a lie; I've been back for a little under an hour now, but I'm been doing *gasp* housework, such as tending to the laundry and the petses.
The play was pretty cool (and funny as all hell), but the performance itself isn't what's left an impression on me this evening. After the show, a flock of the actors walking by singing their pretty little lungs out. It was amazing - suddenly, Binghamton had come to Niskayuna, and no one had told me about it. Within a span of five minutes I talked to my mother and my father about the play and my evening on the whole, and was overall left with this "I should go into acting" feeling. Opinions on this notion are welcome. Observe the funny tagboard thing on my sidebar. :P
I have the PLAN tomorrow morning. The Burkes are picking me up at 7:30. So basically I'm going to school tomorrow. Which makes sense, since I went to school today after a weekend, albeit a one-day weekend. Damn it all, this week is going to screw over my internal clock on far too many levels.
On a happy and rather unrelated note - Herr Carosella used the word Schadenfreude in class today. It made me warm and fuzzy inside. xD So, that warm fuzzy from this morning transcended all the way down to just a couple of minutes ago, when I searched for Schadenfreude on iTunes. And there it was. I might just ask for a mess of songs from iTunes for Christmas, because there are altogether too many 30-second samples to which I listen over and over and over.
. . . . . entries for 11.11.04 . . . . .
Being the woman of the house is really very weird. I'm not sure I cooked the chicken enough before digging in (although I kept it in longer for dad) so I'm hoping I haven't given myself some sort of terrible intestine-devouring disease. Gonk.
I am currently writing my conclusions for my meiosis lab. Sexual reproduction, teehee!
Matt changed his blog now. It is supposedly in testing. Beware! (It's kinda weird. o.O Crazy forumophile.)
Oi there, local Erinblog readers. I'm going to Arsenic and Old Lace on Friday, and was wondering if anyone was loitering in the vicinity after school, or if I should go home and come back. Either way, I definitely need a ride back home from the show and possibly a ride to the show, if I don't do the loitering thing.
And I unconditionally need a ride to the PLAN as well. xD Give me rides, people. Please?
What the fuck. There's mica in my toothpaste. Who puts glittery rocks in toothpaste? Seriously. -.-
I think I'm going to start keeping a diary - a paper-and-pencil diary, 'cause let's face it, the blogthing makes me censor my thoughts. I can say this, though. I hope to God I am not fooling myself when I think that I'll never be like my mother.
. . . . . entries for 10.11.04 . . . . .
Observe my imood, and know that it is true, and that is why my post is so ridiculously abbreviated.
Ray was a good movie.
I am really fucking glad I have tomorrow off.
And I am going to sleep now. It is ten o'clock. I wish I weren't so damned tired, because late nights make me happy when they are possible, but it is not, no, not now. My head is made of a possibly radioactive heavy metal that is going to break my neck very very soon.
. . . . . entries for 9.11.04 . . . . .
It really is a good story.
I am very annoyed by people who think they have everything all figured out. I am annoyed by people who believe that all human life and interaction can be codified, organized, rationalized. There's so much chaos and spontanaeity and just plain ridiculous delirium involved in this world that, well. . . there are thousands, millions of people who have devoted their lives to trying to figure it out. Why do people continue to do this? If human civilization has existed this long without a conclusive answer, I daresay the conclusive answer is this: there *is* no true and irrevocable philosophy. Deal with it. Live your life the best way that you can.
Gah. It's very hard to put that repulsed little feeling in your brain into type. . .
On second thought, I think it's Matt's fault I have this icky invisible bruise on my leg. Something about extempt makes that child very aggressive. Oh noes.
. . . . . entries for 8.11.04 . . . . .
Or I could always write.
Well, it's just about eleven o'clock now and it feels like I have a malignant growth in my left leg. This may be a muscle or an injured example of same; either way, it's all thanks to the ancient exercise bike which lives in my mother's room.
I should be going to sleep but I am rather hyper. The cold does that to me. (Not that I should be cold. Logically, I should be quite cozy owing to the nature of Cassie's microfiber sleep sack. But no; I have goosebumps and am hyper and jumpy and do not foresee sleep in the very near future. Alack.)
So I'll probably read Snow Crash, which I need to do in any case. Nolan is addicted to the book and is considerably further than I am (although it's my second-and-a-half readthrough anyway, so what does it matter?).
Maybe I'll bring Corvy to school tomorrow, along with my appropriately-colored wonderfulness. It's been a while since the poor little birdy has seen the light of day. I think I will like tomorrow. I hope I will.
Gah, twenty minutes 'til debate and I haven't been able to find definitions for some of the trickier terms. Oh well, I've done what I could.
I am so not going to want to do my German and math homework when I get home. Buuuut I have to. The wonders of Monday night, indeed; debate, then work work work. Barf. :P
Tomorrow, though, I am wearing my apple-picking jeans. Somehow this makes everything better.
. . . . . entries for 6.11.04 . . . . .
I shall now continue my thought from the tagboard.
Charlie pointed out to me a while ago that one of the most amusing things about being so far away from one another is this: we can make other people feel like total assholes. X the lovesick puppy says: "oh no, I haven't seen Y the beloved and wonderful for nine days!" and Z the Charlie-or-myselfish-entity replies "oh yeah? I haven't seen Z-prime for three months." X is left stuttering and eventually settles for: "that sucks."
So yeah. Take that, X.
In other news. . . there is no other news. My weekend has effectively been cancelled. First I learned that the dungeon on Sunday was off due to rehearsal for Arsenic and Old Lace, which was fine - such things are bound to happen to silly theatrechildren, as I am well aware. Then I got to Kochie's house with the intent of hanging around and watching movies all afternoon, and learned that she had to babysit. That kinda sucked, because my weekend died.
As a result, I have been playing Dark Cloud. While it's a pretty horrible game plot-wise and graphics-wise, the gameplay is kind of fun. There are better games to play randomly, too, but. . . eh. I was feeling inspired to break out the DC yesterday, so I did. I should be playing Xenogears, too. Blah. It sucks when even one's gaming tendencies are driven by feelings of duty and obligation. It's like having homework on the PS2.
Today was kind of cool, though. I watched part of Roman Polanski's Macbeth, but fell asleep somewhere into the second act. Macbeth is no thriller, no matter who the director is.
In other other news, I love my new um. . . apple-picking pants. xD Zomg.
. . . . . entries for 5.11.04 . . . . .
Bwahaha. I got a new pair of jeans today, my old beloved ones having long since become rather worn out. In addition I got. . . an awesome outfit. xD I think I'm gonna wear it between now and Tuesday. (In other words, to the movie party, dungeon, or school Tuesday. I have gym on Monday, so that's not happening.) It makes me think of Aric. Much love for you, lad. :)
So I am happy, and have ravioli waiting for me downstairs. I am going to go eat and then make myself ride my mother's exercise bike until my legs fall off. Cheerio.
. . . . . entries for 4.11.04 . . . . .
It is good to have things written down (or, in this case, typed up). It makes them more real, more substantial. So I am blogging right now because I figure it'll be good for me to have this written down.
I am disappointed with myself this evening. Something about the way I have handled myself has just not allowed me to get things done as timely as I would have liked. (This may have something to do with the massive nap I always take in the afternoon, but usually I do that and I do not feel this irritated at myself.)
It is presently ten of ten, and I need to not only finish my German homework and type up my lab for bio, but also do those tricky chore things so father dearest will not have a reason to scold me tomorrow. Blah.
At least, now, I have it in writing.
This is a post I meant to post a couple of days ago, but Blogger was being evil. So here it is now.
Right, so the state of New York (indeed, the Northeast as a whole) should secede from the union today. Because our voice was not heard. We have George W. Bush as President of these United States. For four more wars. Er. . . years.
Because education and healthcare aren't for everyone.
Repeal the first amendment.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery.
Yeah, it's been said before - the Compassionate Conservatives (also known as neo-cons and to rabid haters of politics such as myself as neo-fascists) will drive us to a totalitarian Communist state accidentally before the liberals will do it intentionally.
(Looking back on this, I have to make a note that I'm not really as rabid a liberal as the remarks above make me sound. I'm rabid, yes, but not that rabid.)
What bothers me, though, is not that Bush won the election, it's that he won by so little. This country is not united. I wish, some election in my lifetime, to see America as a united front for American ideals, not for Democrats or Republicans but for freedom, justice, safety, democracy. Unfortunately that would require an exemplary liberal Republican, convervative Democrat or fucking awesome Independant. As we all know by now, benevolent dictators don't really happen.
Unless you're Bush, in which case you are the arm of said benevolent dictator.
Bush isn't really leading this country, mind you. Cheney isn't either, although he certainly is to a larger extent than Bush. The Architect - Karl Rove (fun name, isn't it? reminds me of an old friend) - is in control. He's the mastermind of Bush's standpoint, his platform, which is incidentally that he has a clear platform. Karl has painted Kerry as a flipflopper - which, in Erinspeak, means hesitant, careful, educated but rather inarticulate decision-maker. Kerry panders, but what politician doesn't? The bottom line is that he's incapable of clearly articulating his positions in such a way as to avoid or debunk the "flipflop" label.
Funny how many liberalish sorts share this problem. (Like me. -.-)
So yeah, I'm done ranting for now. More later, maybe.
(Only not really, because now is truly *much* later. Pfaw.)
. . . . . entries for 2.11.04 . . . . .
I have ADD this evening, in case you couldn't tell by the MASSIVE number of blog entries. o.o;; Right, anyway. It occurred to me just now that I never blogged or even really told anyone about this poem I wrote at CTY this summer. I like it a lot, although it isn't really that good formally speaking. Eh. Too bad. Here it is.
Walking fast or strolling slowly
There's something here I want to show me.
Don't disturb me, as I'm walking
Because really I don't feel like talking
About it; it's the words that steal the memories from me.
Now I stare longingly,
Wishing that time were so easily travelled
As this path, at this moment, back then.
Because I never walked this way,
talked this way,
lived in this lonely, weakling way
Back then.
The paths of this garden didn't exist for me, back then;
Only a vast plain of nowhere at all between that distant corner
And this moment.
The song quoted above I find to be of some importance this evening, not only because I have had the pleasure of hearing Charlie's pretty voice sing the words, but also because of this funny little war we have on. "Tho' all the world betrays thee. . ."
Eh. Just a thought on election night. Any legal adults reading this will have long since voted anyway.
"The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
'Land of Song!' sings the warrior bard,
'Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp will praise thee!'
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chains
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said 'No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall ne'er be heard in slavery!'"
~Thomas Moore, The Minstrel Boy
Oh my! Natalie has a blog now. xD For real! (I set it up, as is my sacred duty to my friends whose computers hate them. Silly children, Windows is for losers!)
The good thing about the cartoons at jibjab.com is not, in fact, that they are true or relevant or even that they're funny. It's that they're there. Some random people can make cartoons poking fun at the most powerful men in the world and make millions off of it. Because it's their right. God bless America.
Right, so I did have a day besides the exchange below. Global class was fun. Hirota-Morris stepped out of the room and Nolan started messing around with the cutouts. By the time she got back, Bush was half shoved under a ceiling tile, peeking out ninja-style. Hirota cracked up when she got back. We never got rightly and properly back on track, although she tried her best. xD Oh well. Hurrah for lead-ins to the French Revolution and much warm fuzzies, yes. Henry IV was the last thing on our homework sheet last night, and I was all like, FWAAAAFRENCHREVOLUTION and then I died, because I woke up at five in the morning to do my global. I was very out of it last night.
On that note, today is election day. So go vote, bitches. I would if I could.
Colin informed me this morning that I was smiling all the way through our rather morbid and violent improv exercise in English. I thought about this for a while, and came to the following conclusion: I am catching the Mrs. Hyland bug. I told Colin my suspicions, to which he shrugged, and replied: "there are worse bugs to catch."
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)