30.6.04
Alana comes in like, 15 minutes. I'm so excited! w00t!
29.6.04
"Try me some more." It was delicious, to watch my own mind work, when we did this.
"'Master,'" he said, "'I want to be loved, I'm kind, I do unto others as I would have them do unto me, but still I don't have any friends and I'm all alone.' How are you going to answer that one?"
"Beats me," I said. "I don't have the foggiest idea what to tell you."
"WHAT?"
"Just a little humor, Don, liven up the evening. A little harmless change-of-pacer there."
"You'd best be careful how you liven up the evenings. Problems are not jokes and games to the people who come to you, unless they are highly advanced themselves, and that sort know they're their own messiah. You are being given the answer, so speak them out. Try that 'Beats me' stuff and you'll see how fast a mob can burn a man at the stake."
I drew myself up proudly. "Seeker, thou comest to me for an answer, and unto thee I do answer: The Golden Rule doesn't work. How would you like to meet a masochist who did unto others as he would have them do unto him? Or a worshiper of the Crocodile God, who craves the honor of being thrown alive into the pit? Even the Samaritan, who started the whole thing...what made him think that the man he found lying at the roadside wanted to have oil poured in his wounds? What if the man was using those quiet moments to heal himself spiritually, enjoying the challenge of it?" I sounded convincing, to me.
"Even if the Rule was changed to Do unto others as they would want to be done to, we can't know how anybody but ourselves wants to be done to. What the Rule means, and how we apply it honestly, is this: Do unto others as you truly feel like doing unto others. Meet a masochist with this rule and you do not have to flog him with his whip, simply because that is what he would want you to do unto him. Nor are you required to throw the worshiper to the crocodiles." I looked at him. "Too wordy?"
"As always. Richard, you are going to lose ninety percent of your audience unless you learn to keep it short!"
"Well, what's wrong with losing ninety percent of my audience?" I shot back at him. "What's wrong with losing ALL of my audience? I know what I know and I talk what I talk! And if that's wrong then that's just too bad. The airplance rides are three dollars, cash!"
"You know what?" Shimoda stood up, brushing the hay off his blue jeans."
"What?" I said petulantly.
"You just graduated. How does it feel to be a Master?"
"Frusterating as hell."
He looked at me with an infinitesimal smile. "You get used to it," he said.
-"Illusions", Richard Bach, pages 155-158
"'Master,'" he said, "'I want to be loved, I'm kind, I do unto others as I would have them do unto me, but still I don't have any friends and I'm all alone.' How are you going to answer that one?"
"Beats me," I said. "I don't have the foggiest idea what to tell you."
"WHAT?"
"Just a little humor, Don, liven up the evening. A little harmless change-of-pacer there."
"You'd best be careful how you liven up the evenings. Problems are not jokes and games to the people who come to you, unless they are highly advanced themselves, and that sort know they're their own messiah. You are being given the answer, so speak them out. Try that 'Beats me' stuff and you'll see how fast a mob can burn a man at the stake."
I drew myself up proudly. "Seeker, thou comest to me for an answer, and unto thee I do answer: The Golden Rule doesn't work. How would you like to meet a masochist who did unto others as he would have them do unto him? Or a worshiper of the Crocodile God, who craves the honor of being thrown alive into the pit? Even the Samaritan, who started the whole thing...what made him think that the man he found lying at the roadside wanted to have oil poured in his wounds? What if the man was using those quiet moments to heal himself spiritually, enjoying the challenge of it?" I sounded convincing, to me.
"Even if the Rule was changed to Do unto others as they would want to be done to, we can't know how anybody but ourselves wants to be done to. What the Rule means, and how we apply it honestly, is this: Do unto others as you truly feel like doing unto others. Meet a masochist with this rule and you do not have to flog him with his whip, simply because that is what he would want you to do unto him. Nor are you required to throw the worshiper to the crocodiles." I looked at him. "Too wordy?"
"As always. Richard, you are going to lose ninety percent of your audience unless you learn to keep it short!"
"Well, what's wrong with losing ninety percent of my audience?" I shot back at him. "What's wrong with losing ALL of my audience? I know what I know and I talk what I talk! And if that's wrong then that's just too bad. The airplance rides are three dollars, cash!"
"You know what?" Shimoda stood up, brushing the hay off his blue jeans."
"What?" I said petulantly.
"You just graduated. How does it feel to be a Master?"
"Frusterating as hell."
He looked at me with an infinitesimal smile. "You get used to it," he said.
-"Illusions", Richard Bach, pages 155-158
Alana comes tomorrow...very cool.
When you can fall for chains of silver
You can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold
You promised me everything
You promised me thick and thin
Now you just say "Oh Romeo, yeah
You know I used to have a scene with him"
When you can fall for chains of silver
You can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold
You promised me everything
You promised me thick and thin
Now you just say "Oh Romeo, yeah
You know I used to have a scene with him"
28.6.04
I finished my first roll of film ever with the 35mm today. But then...when my dad showed me how to rewind the film and take it out and all that...the film had been irreversebly screwed up and had to be thrown out. So I lost all the pictures. No pictures of flowers or birdies or Emmett playing baseball. *sigh*
Very sad.
Very sad.
Today I went to battle against weeds, dead leaves, spiders, waspy things, and the dreaded spikey thorn vines. Armed only with a can of Raid, a metal rake, clippers, Wolverine work gloves, and my wits, I preparted to destroy the enemy. Oh, and shoes. You can't forget the shoes. They are good for stomping on things like spiders. I emerged victorious after spending 2 hours getting attacked by thorns and frusterated by that damn black cloth that supposedly prevents weeds but really doesn't. I tore a lot of it up...it was amusing.
I can kick the thorny little asses of four wheelbarrowfuls of weeds before lunchtime.
Go me.
Tomorrow (or maybe later today, depending on what my Dad decides...hopefully tomorrow) I shall fight another battle...against the now barren, weed-free ground...armed with a truckload of mulch.
I can kick the thorny little asses of four wheelbarrowfuls of weeds before lunchtime.
Go me.
Tomorrow (or maybe later today, depending on what my Dad decides...hopefully tomorrow) I shall fight another battle...against the now barren, weed-free ground...armed with a truckload of mulch.
27.6.04
I have belatedly realized that there is a link to this blog on Karen's blog...a PERMANENT LINK! w00t. I feel so special...*smile*
"Richard, how can you hope to impress the world when everybody else works for their living and you run around all irresponsible from day to day in your crazy biplane, selling passenger rides?" He was testing me again. "There's a question you are gonna get more than once."
"Well, Donald, Part One: I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy."
"OK. Part Two?"
"Part Two: Everybody else is free to do whatever they feel like doing, for a living. Part Three: Responsible is Able to Respond, able to answer for the way we choose to live. There's only one person we have to answer to, of course, and that is...?"
"...ourselves," Don said, replying for the imaginary crowd of seekers sitting around.
"We don't even have to answer to ourselves, if we don't feel like it...there's nothing wrong with being irresponsible. But most of us find it more interesting to know why we act as we do, why we make our choices just so-whether we choose to watch a bird or step on an ant or work for money at something we'd rather not be doing." I winced a little. "Is that too long an answer?"
He nodded. "Way too long."
"OK....How do you hope to impress the world..." I rolled out from under the plane and rested for a while in the shade of the wings. "How about I allow the world to live as it chooses, and I allow me to live as I choose."
He threw a happy proud smile at me. "Spoken like a true messiah! Simple, direct, quotable, and it doesn't answer the question unless somebody takes the time to think carefully about it."
"Try me some more." It was delicious, to watch myown mind work, when we did this.
-"Illusions", Richard Bach, pages 153-155
There's a second part to this scene...it's too long, I'll finish it later.
"Well, Donald, Part One: I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy."
"OK. Part Two?"
"Part Two: Everybody else is free to do whatever they feel like doing, for a living. Part Three: Responsible is Able to Respond, able to answer for the way we choose to live. There's only one person we have to answer to, of course, and that is...?"
"...ourselves," Don said, replying for the imaginary crowd of seekers sitting around.
"We don't even have to answer to ourselves, if we don't feel like it...there's nothing wrong with being irresponsible. But most of us find it more interesting to know why we act as we do, why we make our choices just so-whether we choose to watch a bird or step on an ant or work for money at something we'd rather not be doing." I winced a little. "Is that too long an answer?"
He nodded. "Way too long."
"OK....How do you hope to impress the world..." I rolled out from under the plane and rested for a while in the shade of the wings. "How about I allow the world to live as it chooses, and I allow me to live as I choose."
He threw a happy proud smile at me. "Spoken like a true messiah! Simple, direct, quotable, and it doesn't answer the question unless somebody takes the time to think carefully about it."
"Try me some more." It was delicious, to watch myown mind work, when we did this.
-"Illusions", Richard Bach, pages 153-155
There's a second part to this scene...it's too long, I'll finish it later.
26.6.04
Where would I be without Microsoft Word?
Probably knee-deep in crumpled papers and rough drafts.
Or wherever it is they put people with cramped wrists.
Man, that would be a lot of writing...
Probably knee-deep in crumpled papers and rough drafts.
Or wherever it is they put people with cramped wrists.
Man, that would be a lot of writing...
There is now a link to this blog on Shreya's blog. I feel like I've accomplished something...but it's not a permanent link, like Karen's...grr...
I really want to type another scene from "Illusions". But alas, the book is again up in my room, while I am in the basement. I shall have to content myself with these quotes from the Messiah's Handbook (hopefully I got them right):
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."
"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A goodbye is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
"If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats." (I really like this one.)
"...Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy."
"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully."
I really want to type another scene from "Illusions". But alas, the book is again up in my room, while I am in the basement. I shall have to content myself with these quotes from the Messiah's Handbook (hopefully I got them right):
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."
"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A goodbye is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
"If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats." (I really like this one.)
"...Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy."
"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully."
Someone's standing the aisle
Yelling that the murderers are everywhere
And they're lining up
Carving M in your side
Pull the curtains back
Kill all the house lights
Pin the dress lotus flowers
The silk is spinning around and around
With the ceiling fan
I'm disappearing into the spotlight
I'm on display
With the butterfly and the scare crow
With smiles like picket fences
You tie us all up and leave us outside
"That voice is silent now and the boat has sunk..."
We're on our own but we're not going to run
Yelling that the murderers are everywhere
And they're lining up
Carving M in your side
Pull the curtains back
Kill all the house lights
Pin the dress lotus flowers
The silk is spinning around and around
With the ceiling fan
I'm disappearing into the spotlight
I'm on display
With the butterfly and the scare crow
With smiles like picket fences
You tie us all up and leave us outside
"That voice is silent now and the boat has sunk..."
We're on our own but we're not going to run
More quotes from last night...
Dave: Here's cans number 14 and 15.
Me: I want 15! I want 15!
Dave: Awww...I wanted 15...fine.
Me: Hey...it doesn't say 15...
Dave and Josh: Ummm...
Dave: Yay, Josh is dead, now we can kill him!
Josh: Sarah, what are you doing to my cat?
Jillian: She's petting her.
Me: ...I'm eating her.
Dave: Josh, put in the second disk.
Josh: Okay, honey. *slaps ass*
Mrs. K: *clears throat*
Josh: Hello, mother.
And then I was going to call my dad to ask him when he was picking me up...Josh wanted to call...
Dad: Hello?
Josh: Hi! Would you like to buy insurance? *hands phone to me*
Me: Hi dad.
Dad: Hello.
Josh: *gestures for me to give him phone*
Me: *gives Josh phone*
Josh: Only $94 installment, no interest! *gives back phone*
Me: Umm...the first movie just ended...what time are you picking me up?
Josh: *gestures for me to give him phone*
Me: *gives Josh phone*
Josh: And a free blender!
Dave: Here's cans number 14 and 15.
Me: I want 15! I want 15!
Dave: Awww...I wanted 15...fine.
Me: Hey...it doesn't say 15...
Dave and Josh: Ummm...
Dave: Yay, Josh is dead, now we can kill him!
Josh: Sarah, what are you doing to my cat?
Jillian: She's petting her.
Me: ...I'm eating her.
Dave: Josh, put in the second disk.
Josh: Okay, honey. *slaps ass*
Mrs. K: *clears throat*
Josh: Hello, mother.
And then I was going to call my dad to ask him when he was picking me up...Josh wanted to call...
Dad: Hello?
Josh: Hi! Would you like to buy insurance? *hands phone to me*
Me: Hi dad.
Dad: Hello.
Josh: *gestures for me to give him phone*
Me: *gives Josh phone*
Josh: Only $94 installment, no interest! *gives back phone*
Me: Umm...the first movie just ended...what time are you picking me up?
Josh: *gestures for me to give him phone*
Me: *gives Josh phone*
Josh: And a free blender!
You know, I had some serious misgivings about that challah.
Didn't come out half bad, though. Rather pleasant surprise, given that the dough looked like something horrible and chunky.
Went for a walk with my dad and Sydney this morning to a gas pipe line place that looks like a wildflower meadow, so I took some more pictures with my camera. I'm having too much fun with this...
Didn't come out half bad, though. Rather pleasant surprise, given that the dough looked like something horrible and chunky.
Went for a walk with my dad and Sydney this morning to a gas pipe line place that looks like a wildflower meadow, so I took some more pictures with my camera. I'm having too much fun with this...
25.6.04
Yay, I have the book, here's the whole scene...
From "Illusions", by Richard Bach, pages 95-96:
"Tell me why I quit my job...do you know why I quit the Messiah job?"
"Crowds, you said. Everybody wanting you do do their miracles for them."
"Yeah. Not the first, the second. Crowdophobia is your cross, not mine. It's not crowds that wear me, it's the kind of crowd that doesn't care at all about what I came to say. You can walk New York to London on the ocean, you can pull gold coins out of forever and still not make them care, you know?"
When he said that, he looked lonelier than I had ever seen a man still alive. He didn't need food or shelter or money or fame. He was dying of his need to say what he knew, and nobody cared enough to listen.
I frowned at him, so as not to cry.
"Well, you asked for it," I said. "If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem."
He jerked his head up and his eyes blazed as though I had hit him with the wrench. I thought all at once that I would not be wise to get this guy mad at me. A man fries quick, struck by lightening.
Then he smiled that half-second smile.
"You know what, Richard?" he said slowly. "You...are...right!"
He was quiet again, tranced, almost, by what I had said. Not noticing, I went on talking to him for hours about how we had met and what there was to learn, all these ideas firing through my head like morning comets and daylight meteors. He lay very still in the grass, not moving, not saying a word. By noon I finished my version of the universe and all things that dwelled therein.
I love this book. All of you read it. Now.
From "Illusions", by Richard Bach, pages 95-96:
"Tell me why I quit my job...do you know why I quit the Messiah job?"
"Crowds, you said. Everybody wanting you do do their miracles for them."
"Yeah. Not the first, the second. Crowdophobia is your cross, not mine. It's not crowds that wear me, it's the kind of crowd that doesn't care at all about what I came to say. You can walk New York to London on the ocean, you can pull gold coins out of forever and still not make them care, you know?"
When he said that, he looked lonelier than I had ever seen a man still alive. He didn't need food or shelter or money or fame. He was dying of his need to say what he knew, and nobody cared enough to listen.
I frowned at him, so as not to cry.
"Well, you asked for it," I said. "If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem."
He jerked his head up and his eyes blazed as though I had hit him with the wrench. I thought all at once that I would not be wise to get this guy mad at me. A man fries quick, struck by lightening.
Then he smiled that half-second smile.
"You know what, Richard?" he said slowly. "You...are...right!"
He was quiet again, tranced, almost, by what I had said. Not noticing, I went on talking to him for hours about how we had met and what there was to learn, all these ideas firing through my head like morning comets and daylight meteors. He lay very still in the grass, not moving, not saying a word. By noon I finished my version of the universe and all things that dwelled therein.
I love this book. All of you read it. Now.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!
*w00t!*
You're 15, Hobbitface. I'm still older than you. Ha.
Good luck to Josh and Dave, staying up all night, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Matrix trilogy...I only stayed for the first and half of the second Lord of the Rings movies.
Dave brought a 24 pack of pepsis. Between me, Josh, Dave, and Jillian, we drank at least 15 of them within 5 hours. Somehow there were only two spills...Dave throwing a blanket that knocked over a can, and Josh somehow managing to drop the cup he was holding. Go Josh.
Sugar hi...heeheehee...we were all so insane...
Dave: Look! I'm a fish!
Josh: No, you're a flaming retard!
Me: HAHAHA! He got decapitated and it was funny!
Me: Look! A chipmunk!
Dave: (one minute later) Look! A squirrel!
Josh: Stop with the rodents!
Josh: Would you like to meet my special friend?
Me: ...A bottle of ketchup?
Josh: Yes.
Josh: *makes sexual gesture with tongue*
Me: *blows kiss*
Josh: Ewwww!
Me: You started it.
Curse it all...there was so much hilarity, and all of it was in the middle of an extreme sugar hi, so I can't remember it all...I'll steal it from Josh's blog later.
I would like to take this opportunity to tell everyone who knows me that I am collecting soda can tabs. I am going to attempt to make some form of chain mail suit for Halloween next year. However, this will probably require can tabs from more sodas that my family can drink, so...save your tabs for me. And I shall be eternally grateful. Assuming this works.
This reminds me, Shreya, I have 50+ fruit20 caps for you...still want them?
*w00t!*
You're 15, Hobbitface. I'm still older than you. Ha.
Good luck to Josh and Dave, staying up all night, watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Matrix trilogy...I only stayed for the first and half of the second Lord of the Rings movies.
Dave brought a 24 pack of pepsis. Between me, Josh, Dave, and Jillian, we drank at least 15 of them within 5 hours. Somehow there were only two spills...Dave throwing a blanket that knocked over a can, and Josh somehow managing to drop the cup he was holding. Go Josh.
Sugar hi...heeheehee...we were all so insane...
Dave: Look! I'm a fish!
Josh: No, you're a flaming retard!
Me: HAHAHA! He got decapitated and it was funny!
Me: Look! A chipmunk!
Dave: (one minute later) Look! A squirrel!
Josh: Stop with the rodents!
Josh: Would you like to meet my special friend?
Me: ...A bottle of ketchup?
Josh: Yes.
Josh: *makes sexual gesture with tongue*
Me: *blows kiss*
Josh: Ewwww!
Me: You started it.
Curse it all...there was so much hilarity, and all of it was in the middle of an extreme sugar hi, so I can't remember it all...I'll steal it from Josh's blog later.
I would like to take this opportunity to tell everyone who knows me that I am collecting soda can tabs. I am going to attempt to make some form of chain mail suit for Halloween next year. However, this will probably require can tabs from more sodas that my family can drink, so...save your tabs for me. And I shall be eternally grateful. Assuming this works.
This reminds me, Shreya, I have 50+ fruit20 caps for you...still want them?
24.6.04
If that's all you will be
You'll be a waste of time
You've dreamed a thousand dreams
None seem to stick in your mind
Two points for honesty
It must make you sad to know that
Nobody cares at all
Nobody cares at all
They never cared at all...
You'll be a waste of time
You've dreamed a thousand dreams
None seem to stick in your mind
Two points for honesty
It must make you sad to know that
Nobody cares at all
Nobody cares at all
They never cared at all...
I got stung by a bee yesterday. You know, I've never been stung by a bee before.
It was at the first of a series of three baseball games I was to watch that night. (Thankfully I didn't have to watch all of them from beginning to end.) I was sitting on the grass, and my dad said, "Okay, let's go." So I put my hand on the ground to push myself up, right on top of a friggin bee. I said "ow" and thought it was a stick or something but then the bee was buzzing at me all pissed off and flew away. It was fuzzy. But it also hurt.
At least I know I'm not allergic to bees.
Mr. R: That's the community garden.
Dad: So is that guy using the community hose?
Mr. R: No, I think that's his wife.
The third and final baseball game was Emmett's...I had fun with my camera and took pictures of him playing baseball. I'm not sure if his team won or not, because we left after he finished pitching. We went out for Chinese food and took his brother Tim. Emmett came later and confused the waiter by not being sure whether or not he was staying.
Tim: Doesn't get much better than beef on a stick.
Emmett: So this is a sea walnut?
Joe: ...Water chestnut.
My fortune cookie fortune:
"Romance moves you in a new direction."
It was at the first of a series of three baseball games I was to watch that night. (Thankfully I didn't have to watch all of them from beginning to end.) I was sitting on the grass, and my dad said, "Okay, let's go." So I put my hand on the ground to push myself up, right on top of a friggin bee. I said "ow" and thought it was a stick or something but then the bee was buzzing at me all pissed off and flew away. It was fuzzy. But it also hurt.
At least I know I'm not allergic to bees.
Mr. R: That's the community garden.
Dad: So is that guy using the community hose?
Mr. R: No, I think that's his wife.
The third and final baseball game was Emmett's...I had fun with my camera and took pictures of him playing baseball. I'm not sure if his team won or not, because we left after he finished pitching. We went out for Chinese food and took his brother Tim. Emmett came later and confused the waiter by not being sure whether or not he was staying.
Tim: Doesn't get much better than beef on a stick.
Emmett: So this is a sea walnut?
Joe: ...Water chestnut.
My fortune cookie fortune:
"Romance moves you in a new direction."
23.6.04
Heeeeey, I finally got a battery for my 35mm today. Now I can take pictures with a camera that is a not disposable camera. w00t! Only problem...disposable cameras are easy to conceal in pockets until the opportune moment (as Shreya knows), and 35mm's are not. At least this one is not. It's all bulky and I have it hooked onto an old guitar strap so I can wear it around my neck or over my shoulder. Unfortunately, that makes it fairly obvious that I have a camera. The other thing is that I have to take the time to focus the lens and all that photography mumbojumbo, so the victim I shall be attempting to photograph has ample time to make their escape, unless I manage to do this discretly.
Buuuut...with this camera, I can get black and white photos, which are really cool, and some nice pictures that wouldn't be as nice if taken with a disposable camera.
I can always pull a guilt trip by saying that when I move to Arizona, I won't be seeing all you guys, so I want as many pictures as possible so I can be all not sad when I look at them.
I love this camera.
All of you who have nothing to do tonight, go to the Little League All Star baseball game, I'm fairly sure it's at 7 P.M, I'll be there with my camera cheering on Emmett and taking random pictures.
Buuuut...with this camera, I can get black and white photos, which are really cool, and some nice pictures that wouldn't be as nice if taken with a disposable camera.
I can always pull a guilt trip by saying that when I move to Arizona, I won't be seeing all you guys, so I want as many pictures as possible so I can be all not sad when I look at them.
I love this camera.
All of you who have nothing to do tonight, go to the Little League All Star baseball game, I'm fairly sure it's at 7 P.M, I'll be there with my camera cheering on Emmett and taking random pictures.
22.6.04
Somehow I spent two hours this morning talking to myself. It doesn't make sense...I went to bed at 11, read until 12, started reading again at 2, and fell asleep at 3. But what happened between 12 and 2? That's what I don't remember. It's kind of scary. I remember writing some more stuff on my walls and mumbling random things out loud, but how could I have spent 2 straight hours doing that? This is freaking me out.
Screaming is fun.
Yeah we're ungrateful
Yeah we're ungrateful for
Holy books, religious men
Values of beauty and original sin
All this time we unwind it
I won't give up
I'm not afraid
Register go
As long as it takes
To reverse the hypocrisy
Challenge the stakes
Of safety and survival
At the heart
Of women's voices
Women's art
To walk alone on the street tonight
And fear nothing
To choose to love what we are in this life
All that matters
Don't let the crosses and dollar signs
The symbols of man unkind
I won't give up
Through all this time walk out
Out of the shadows
If we take our strength
To market to trade
For their ugly beauty
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us
Grow up to war, no more
Screaming is fun.
Yeah we're ungrateful
Yeah we're ungrateful for
Holy books, religious men
Values of beauty and original sin
All this time we unwind it
I won't give up
I'm not afraid
Register go
As long as it takes
To reverse the hypocrisy
Challenge the stakes
Of safety and survival
At the heart
Of women's voices
Women's art
To walk alone on the street tonight
And fear nothing
To choose to love what we are in this life
All that matters
Don't let the crosses and dollar signs
The symbols of man unkind
I won't give up
Through all this time walk out
Out of the shadows
If we take our strength
To market to trade
For their ugly beauty
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us grow up to war
Watch us
Grow up to war, no more
21.6.04
I stole this from Shreya’s blog because I am bored beyond all logical reasoning.
Firsts:
First best friend: Tina Zenobi, can you believe it?
First car: something matchbox
First date: *cough*
First real kiss: *cough* again
First screen name: blacksarga
First self purchased album: umm...think it was Guster, “Parachute”
First funeral: none
First pet: Sydney! (since I was 4...no pets in Portland)
First piercing: ears
First credit card: nonexistent
First enemy: this kid named Jason in my kindergarten class
First musician you remember hearing in your house: probably BnL, Guster, Counting Crows, or Bruce Springsteen
Lasts:
Last cigarette: yeah right
Last car ride: *struggles to remember...did I actually go anywhere yesterday...day before...* to Golf Land
Last good cry: sometime around September or October
Last library book checked out: “Why People Believe Weird Things” (never finished reading it, it bothered me)
Last movie seen: Dogma (finally!)
Last beverage drank: Fruit20
Last food consumed: peanut butter cups
Last phone call received: Lyssa, about replanning the GS thing
Last time showered: around 11:30 today
Last cd played: “Punk Goes Acoustic”
Last item bought: black shorts, a boater hat, and a frame (Walmart rocks)
Last food item: I don’t remember back that much
Last annoyance: vines with thorns that disguise themselves as ordinary weeds
Last disappointment: mm…think I’ll leave that one to your collective imaginations
Last time wanting to die: I have been fortunate in that I don’t recall ever wanting that particular event...
Last shirt worn: “Smile and get over it...” Eeyore!
Last website visited: mine
Last word you said: “too”
Last song you sang: “Memory”, by Sugarcult
Questions:
What is in your cd player? “Punk Goes Acoustic”
What color socks are you wearing?: invisible
What Color of underwear are you wearing?: orange
What's under your bed?: a flashlight and dust bunnies
What time did you wake up today?: 7:22
Currents:
Current mood: mildly bored
Current music: radio 105.9
Current taste: meh?
Current hair: ponytail
Current clothes: off white capris and blue tank top
Current annoyance(s): ooooh dear...
Current longing: heh...
Current picture: picture?
Current book(s): “Exile’s Honor”, “Northanger Abbey”, “Boogers Are My Beat”
Current color of toenails: toenail
Current hate(s): vines with thorns that disguise themselves as ordinary weeds, confusion
My favorite..
1. Color is: crimson
2. Song is: lots and lots and lots of favorites
3. Scent is: that sage and citrus votive candle in my room
4. Alcoholic beverage is: used to be Jewish wine, as of now, none
5. Favorite food is: veggie lasagna
WISH I:
1. Drove: jeep wrangler
2. Lived in: somewhere where winter only exists in storybooks
3. Worked at: meh
4. Could be like: Kim
5. Had: heh...
Firsts:
First best friend: Tina Zenobi, can you believe it?
First car: something matchbox
First date: *cough*
First real kiss: *cough* again
First screen name: blacksarga
First self purchased album: umm...think it was Guster, “Parachute”
First funeral: none
First pet: Sydney! (since I was 4...no pets in Portland)
First piercing: ears
First credit card: nonexistent
First enemy: this kid named Jason in my kindergarten class
First musician you remember hearing in your house: probably BnL, Guster, Counting Crows, or Bruce Springsteen
Lasts:
Last cigarette: yeah right
Last car ride: *struggles to remember...did I actually go anywhere yesterday...day before...* to Golf Land
Last good cry: sometime around September or October
Last library book checked out: “Why People Believe Weird Things” (never finished reading it, it bothered me)
Last movie seen: Dogma (finally!)
Last beverage drank: Fruit20
Last food consumed: peanut butter cups
Last phone call received: Lyssa, about replanning the GS thing
Last time showered: around 11:30 today
Last cd played: “Punk Goes Acoustic”
Last item bought: black shorts, a boater hat, and a frame (Walmart rocks)
Last food item: I don’t remember back that much
Last annoyance: vines with thorns that disguise themselves as ordinary weeds
Last disappointment: mm…think I’ll leave that one to your collective imaginations
Last time wanting to die: I have been fortunate in that I don’t recall ever wanting that particular event...
Last shirt worn: “Smile and get over it...” Eeyore!
Last website visited: mine
Last word you said: “too”
Last song you sang: “Memory”, by Sugarcult
Questions:
What is in your cd player? “Punk Goes Acoustic”
What color socks are you wearing?: invisible
What Color of underwear are you wearing?: orange
What's under your bed?: a flashlight and dust bunnies
What time did you wake up today?: 7:22
Currents:
Current mood: mildly bored
Current music: radio 105.9
Current taste: meh?
Current hair: ponytail
Current clothes: off white capris and blue tank top
Current annoyance(s): ooooh dear...
Current longing: heh...
Current picture: picture?
Current book(s): “Exile’s Honor”, “Northanger Abbey”, “Boogers Are My Beat”
Current color of toenails: toenail
Current hate(s): vines with thorns that disguise themselves as ordinary weeds, confusion
My favorite..
1. Color is: crimson
2. Song is: lots and lots and lots of favorites
3. Scent is: that sage and citrus votive candle in my room
4. Alcoholic beverage is: used to be Jewish wine, as of now, none
5. Favorite food is: veggie lasagna
WISH I:
1. Drove: jeep wrangler
2. Lived in: somewhere where winter only exists in storybooks
3. Worked at: meh
4. Could be like: Kim
5. Had: heh...
I would like to add that vines with thorns are not cool. They disguise themselves as ordinary weeds so when I go to pull them up I get a handful of thorns.
Not cool.
Not cool.
"You shouldn't attempt to teach a goat to sing. It will waste your time, hurt your ears, and annoy the goat."
A woman from the YMCA came to our house today and told us about the Russian student who's staying with us. I have finally found out her name (Alena) and age (16). From the letter she wrote, she sounds just crazy enough to not be driven insane by my family. Always good.
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
I'll tear us apart
Cannot be your enemy
Losing half a year
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
Tearing out my heart
I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory?
A woman from the YMCA came to our house today and told us about the Russian student who's staying with us. I have finally found out her name (Alena) and age (16). From the letter she wrote, she sounds just crazy enough to not be driven insane by my family. Always good.
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
I'll tear us apart
Cannot be your enemy
Losing half a year
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
Tearing out my heart
I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory?
20.6.04
Me: Did I ever come up with an adequate threat?
Josh: nope. but you have between now and my finishing my update to come up with one
Me: don't make me sick Nick on you
Josh: heheh...not good enough
Me: fine...I'll sic Shreya on you
Josh: OK OK! ILL UPDATE! JUST PLEASE....NOOOO...ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!
Josh: *curls up into a fetal positon, and begins to shake and moan as he mumbles incoherently about shreya, last saturday, a cattle prod, and a box of stale cheetohs*
Me: lmao
Josh: ummm...you're not gonna, like...quote that...or anything...are you?
Me: hell yeah
Josh: garfabble!
Me: I wasn't thinking about it...but you just made me think about it. Go you.
Josh: DOUBLE GARFABBLE!
Josh: nope. but you have between now and my finishing my update to come up with one
Me: don't make me sick Nick on you
Josh: heheh...not good enough
Me: fine...I'll sic Shreya on you
Josh: OK OK! ILL UPDATE! JUST PLEASE....NOOOO...ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!
Josh: *curls up into a fetal positon, and begins to shake and moan as he mumbles incoherently about shreya, last saturday, a cattle prod, and a box of stale cheetohs*
Me: lmao
Josh: ummm...you're not gonna, like...quote that...or anything...are you?
Me: hell yeah
Josh: garfabble!
Me: I wasn't thinking about it...but you just made me think about it. Go you.
Josh: DOUBLE GARFABBLE!
Me: Hey!
Sam: What? Oh, heeeey!
Me: *scowl*
Sam: Oh, that was an exclamatory hey. You were exclaming something.
Joe: Look, it's a big water thing!
Sam: ...You mean a river?
I stole a cane from a blind man
I've tasted the fruit in the Garden of Eden
And when I walk out of here
I know I'll stand clear
But the taste in my mouth still remains
Still remains
Sam: What? Oh, heeeey!
Me: *scowl*
Sam: Oh, that was an exclamatory hey. You were exclaming something.
Joe: Look, it's a big water thing!
Sam: ...You mean a river?
I stole a cane from a blind man
I've tasted the fruit in the Garden of Eden
And when I walk out of here
I know I'll stand clear
But the taste in my mouth still remains
Still remains
19.6.04
Tonight's experiment was:
What Happens When Sarah Throws Some Tofu In A Frying Pan And Adds Some Random Stuff And Eats It?
Conclusion:
I shouldn't have eaten it as a burrito. The taste of the tortilla wrap thing blocked out the taste of everything else.
And it needed more basil.
o_0
What Happens When Sarah Throws Some Tofu In A Frying Pan And Adds Some Random Stuff And Eats It?
Conclusion:
I shouldn't have eaten it as a burrito. The taste of the tortilla wrap thing blocked out the taste of everything else.
And it needed more basil.
o_0
So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagined
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
Just like I imagined
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same
Dad: You look like your brother when you're wearing that hat.
Me: Which brother?
Dad (to Sam): You don't see it?
Sam: *grins*
Me: Dan?
Dad: Yeah...except you don't have stubble.
Mindy: Yeah, I'm bisexual...buy me something, and I get all sexual.
Fun times today. Went to Golf Land with Devon, Mindy, Lyssa, and Grace. (I SWEAR, this was in no way shape or form an end of the year celebration for some organization commonly refered to as "Girl Scouts"...)
It took us two hours for an 18-hole golf course. But that’s because none of us can actually play golf. For some reason they gave us two golf clubs. I got all confused because I thought we were going mini golfing but then we weren’t.
Me: ...Why do I have two?
Lyssa: Because you need two.
Me: ...What’s the difference between them?
Really, I knew EXACTLY what I was doing...
As it turned out, Lyssa discovered that belt loops make a very handy golf club holder. Because I was too lazy to switch golf clubs, I used the one for long distances the whole time and kept the other one in my belt loop. I had to remember to hold onto it when I ran though, or I’d trip. Running around on the green was fun. I kicked my sandals off on the 2nd hole because I wanted to walk in the sand trap and then decided that sandals are bad so I kept them in my pocket for the rest of the golfing time and walked around barefoot. Pockets are not bad. They are awesome. I also kept my water bottle in another pocket, and then Mindy’s water bottle, and then Devon’s napkin, because, as Devon said, I have “freakishly large pockets”.
Mindy: I love your shorts.
Me: Thanks. I love them too.
Mindy: Except they kind of look like boy shorts.
Me: That’s because they are. I got them in the men’s section at Walmart. Girl shorts are stupid.
Mindy: I LOVE you! Don’t you own any girl shorts?
Me: No.
Mindy: I LOVE you!
But later I had to take everything out of my pockets so I could roll down a hill. That was fun. But then I got all dizzy and my stomach decided that it was nauseous after rolling down the hill only twice. Stupid stomach.
Heh…on the last hole, I was standing in the sand trap, and Lyssa hit me in the arm with her golf ball. I would’ve shouted “SHIT!” because it really hurt, but Lyssa’s dad was standing right near me. Actually, he probably would’ve found that funny. So now there is a lump on my arm that hurts when I touch it. It’s rather amusing.
Mr. W: Wow, 18 holes, 8 people, and only one wounding?
Between the 8 of us, we managed to break rules 3 through 7 of the 10 rules of the golf course. Let's see if I can remember them...
"No children under age 10 or non players on the green" (Lyssa's little sister, and then Devon for a while)
"No running on the green" (all of us)
"No throwing golf clubs" (Lyssa, Mindy, Grace...)
"No food or drink" (Devon)
I was suprised that there was no rule pertaining to wearing shoes.
And then on the car ride home, Mindy started reading out loud to us from a Studio 2B packet on rape...
Mrs. W: You can get a charm for doing a Studio 2B activity.
Mindy: So what does the rape charm look like?
Me: Which brother?
Dad (to Sam): You don't see it?
Sam: *grins*
Me: Dan?
Dad: Yeah...except you don't have stubble.
Mindy: Yeah, I'm bisexual...buy me something, and I get all sexual.
Fun times today. Went to Golf Land with Devon, Mindy, Lyssa, and Grace. (I SWEAR, this was in no way shape or form an end of the year celebration for some organization commonly refered to as "Girl Scouts"...)
It took us two hours for an 18-hole golf course. But that’s because none of us can actually play golf. For some reason they gave us two golf clubs. I got all confused because I thought we were going mini golfing but then we weren’t.
Me: ...Why do I have two?
Lyssa: Because you need two.
Me: ...What’s the difference between them?
Really, I knew EXACTLY what I was doing...
As it turned out, Lyssa discovered that belt loops make a very handy golf club holder. Because I was too lazy to switch golf clubs, I used the one for long distances the whole time and kept the other one in my belt loop. I had to remember to hold onto it when I ran though, or I’d trip. Running around on the green was fun. I kicked my sandals off on the 2nd hole because I wanted to walk in the sand trap and then decided that sandals are bad so I kept them in my pocket for the rest of the golfing time and walked around barefoot. Pockets are not bad. They are awesome. I also kept my water bottle in another pocket, and then Mindy’s water bottle, and then Devon’s napkin, because, as Devon said, I have “freakishly large pockets”.
Mindy: I love your shorts.
Me: Thanks. I love them too.
Mindy: Except they kind of look like boy shorts.
Me: That’s because they are. I got them in the men’s section at Walmart. Girl shorts are stupid.
Mindy: I LOVE you! Don’t you own any girl shorts?
Me: No.
Mindy: I LOVE you!
But later I had to take everything out of my pockets so I could roll down a hill. That was fun. But then I got all dizzy and my stomach decided that it was nauseous after rolling down the hill only twice. Stupid stomach.
Heh…on the last hole, I was standing in the sand trap, and Lyssa hit me in the arm with her golf ball. I would’ve shouted “SHIT!” because it really hurt, but Lyssa’s dad was standing right near me. Actually, he probably would’ve found that funny. So now there is a lump on my arm that hurts when I touch it. It’s rather amusing.
Mr. W: Wow, 18 holes, 8 people, and only one wounding?
Between the 8 of us, we managed to break rules 3 through 7 of the 10 rules of the golf course. Let's see if I can remember them...
"No children under age 10 or non players on the green" (Lyssa's little sister, and then Devon for a while)
"No running on the green" (all of us)
"No throwing golf clubs" (Lyssa, Mindy, Grace...)
"No food or drink" (Devon)
I was suprised that there was no rule pertaining to wearing shoes.
And then on the car ride home, Mindy started reading out loud to us from a Studio 2B packet on rape...
Mrs. W: You can get a charm for doing a Studio 2B activity.
Mindy: So what does the rape charm look like?
18.6.04
Wow, I had a weird night last night.
I went all spastic again for the second time in like...two weeks. Except this time it was depressed self-pity spastic instead of angry pissed-off confused spastic. I prefer the latter...because I can laugh at it all later. I reread what I posted last night and I'm like...wow, I went all spastic there.
I got another pair of boy's shorts when I went shopping. Because girl's shorts are stupid. These shorts are black, and they come down to my knees, and they have strings hanging off the back of the cargo pockets. The strings came down to the floor, and I was thinking, "Okay, definately going to trip on those", so I cut them so they are only like...2 or 3 inches below my knees.
And then I came back from shopping, which was when I went all spastic. I went to bed around 11 or 11:30, and I was reading for a while. Every now and then I thought I was getting tired so I stopped reading, but I was just insanely overtired. It was weird, like, whenever I stopped reading, I would be lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, just talking out loud to myself. Some of it was about what was confusing me so much earlier before I went to bed, but I would be laughing hysterically about it because everything seems SO much funnier when you're overtired. But every now and then I'd come out with something completely random. At one point I picked up the bottle of advil that was on the table next to my bed. I stared at it for a minute. Then I said, "I really want to throw something. I could throw this at the window. If I threw this at the window, it would hit the window. It would scare away all the bugs that are on the other side of the window. But it would also make a loud noise. And that's not cool." I fell asleep sometime after 3:00. I woke up this morning around 9 or 9:30, with the light still on, my glasses still on, and my open book and the bottle of advil still next to me on the bed.
I vaguely remember sneaking downstairs around midnight and taking a bottle of fruit20 and a chocolate mocha crunch bar up to my room. mmm...caffeine. I remember thinking that it was keeping me awake, but I read the ingredients on the wrapper and it said it had decaf coffee in it. I remember thinking, "nooooo..." and then I tried to eat the wrapper. It didn't taste very good.
Isn't it so weird when your overtired and everything makes SO much sense? Like, you'll be talking to yourself and you say something that makes NO sense whatsoever, and you'll be thinking that it is the most brilliant thing you've ever thought of. And you sit there, thinking about what you just said, and then you start laughing your ass off because it makes SO much sense. And you are absolutely brilliant. And then you wake up later and wonder what was going on.
I went all spastic again for the second time in like...two weeks. Except this time it was depressed self-pity spastic instead of angry pissed-off confused spastic. I prefer the latter...because I can laugh at it all later. I reread what I posted last night and I'm like...wow, I went all spastic there.
I got another pair of boy's shorts when I went shopping. Because girl's shorts are stupid. These shorts are black, and they come down to my knees, and they have strings hanging off the back of the cargo pockets. The strings came down to the floor, and I was thinking, "Okay, definately going to trip on those", so I cut them so they are only like...2 or 3 inches below my knees.
And then I came back from shopping, which was when I went all spastic. I went to bed around 11 or 11:30, and I was reading for a while. Every now and then I thought I was getting tired so I stopped reading, but I was just insanely overtired. It was weird, like, whenever I stopped reading, I would be lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, just talking out loud to myself. Some of it was about what was confusing me so much earlier before I went to bed, but I would be laughing hysterically about it because everything seems SO much funnier when you're overtired. But every now and then I'd come out with something completely random. At one point I picked up the bottle of advil that was on the table next to my bed. I stared at it for a minute. Then I said, "I really want to throw something. I could throw this at the window. If I threw this at the window, it would hit the window. It would scare away all the bugs that are on the other side of the window. But it would also make a loud noise. And that's not cool." I fell asleep sometime after 3:00. I woke up this morning around 9 or 9:30, with the light still on, my glasses still on, and my open book and the bottle of advil still next to me on the bed.
I vaguely remember sneaking downstairs around midnight and taking a bottle of fruit20 and a chocolate mocha crunch bar up to my room. mmm...caffeine. I remember thinking that it was keeping me awake, but I read the ingredients on the wrapper and it said it had decaf coffee in it. I remember thinking, "nooooo..." and then I tried to eat the wrapper. It didn't taste very good.
Isn't it so weird when your overtired and everything makes SO much sense? Like, you'll be talking to yourself and you say something that makes NO sense whatsoever, and you'll be thinking that it is the most brilliant thing you've ever thought of. And you sit there, thinking about what you just said, and then you start laughing your ass off because it makes SO much sense. And you are absolutely brilliant. And then you wake up later and wonder what was going on.
17.6.04
My god, my life is so screwed up. I really didn’t need any of this now. All the fucked up shit from the last couple of weeks is just piling up and every time I think I’ve got a handle on it all something else happens.
And it was all a goddamn fucking joke. I don’t think it was even supposed to get to me, but it did. It normally wouldn’t bother me a whole lot, but there’s just too much other crap that’s been stressing me out. It didn’t help that soon after I’d heard what was “happening” I had to go shopping with my dad…whole three hours was misery. Yeah, there were some happy moments, like when I got another boater hat, and ate some chocolate pretzels. But I couldn’t keep track of the number of times I felt like I was going to break down and cry. There’s just too much going on.
Oh god…I love Ezra. Too bad he can’t really give me a hug. I need one.
And it was all a goddamn fucking joke. I don’t think it was even supposed to get to me, but it did. It normally wouldn’t bother me a whole lot, but there’s just too much other crap that’s been stressing me out. It didn’t help that soon after I’d heard what was “happening” I had to go shopping with my dad…whole three hours was misery. Yeah, there were some happy moments, like when I got another boater hat, and ate some chocolate pretzels. But I couldn’t keep track of the number of times I felt like I was going to break down and cry. There’s just too much going on.
Oh god…I love Ezra. Too bad he can’t really give me a hug. I need one.
Wow, first official full day of summer vacation. I've divided my time between working (2 and a half hours), eating (1 hour), depositing cans and bottles at Stop and Slop Wonderland (30 minutes...and $4.30), and being a vegetable (whatever other amount of time is left).
BMG hates me. It sent me a CD I never ordered. I wish to send them an angry email, but I can't remember my damn username/password so I can't sign onto BMG and find out what email address to send my angry email to. So I shall have to be content with scribbling "Return to Sender" on the box and putting it in the mailbox.
I emptied part of my backpack today. I found the thankyou notes and pictures that I have been meaning to give to Matt and Karen for the last week. Brian and Shreya and Steph and Emily all got theirs...but I have pathetic short term memory. I'd be getting off the bus and thinking, "OK, when I see Karen before homeroom, I have to give her the pictures" and then I'd forget five minutes later when I saw her. And then after 8th period (or 2nd exam) I'd be thinking, "OK, if Matt's at his locker, I have to give him the pictures" and then I'd forget 2 minutes later when I saw him. Curse it all.
Karma Police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma Police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get
When you mess with us
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
And we're still on the payroll
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get
When you mess with us
And for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
And for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
BMG hates me. It sent me a CD I never ordered. I wish to send them an angry email, but I can't remember my damn username/password so I can't sign onto BMG and find out what email address to send my angry email to. So I shall have to be content with scribbling "Return to Sender" on the box and putting it in the mailbox.
I emptied part of my backpack today. I found the thankyou notes and pictures that I have been meaning to give to Matt and Karen for the last week. Brian and Shreya and Steph and Emily all got theirs...but I have pathetic short term memory. I'd be getting off the bus and thinking, "OK, when I see Karen before homeroom, I have to give her the pictures" and then I'd forget five minutes later when I saw her. And then after 8th period (or 2nd exam) I'd be thinking, "OK, if Matt's at his locker, I have to give him the pictures" and then I'd forget 2 minutes later when I saw him. Curse it all.
Karma Police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma Police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get
When you mess with us
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
And we're still on the payroll
This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get
When you mess with us
And for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
And for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
16.6.04
And now...the hilarity you've all been waiting for...quotes from my yearbook.
They're in order of where in the pages it was written.
Josh S: "...It's sensitive/manly!"
Sean R: "Don't go to Texas...I mean Arizona...I gotta finish my exam now..."
Caitlin O: "...As I sit here watching my shoes de-wettify, I can't help but think of you..."
Phil P: "...bring me a lizard!"
Matt G: "As we go on we'll remember all the times we slept together..."
Karen R: "Yay for Gir!"
Shreya J: "...C'mon, screw Arizona, don't we New-Englanders make up for crappy snow?...I love you [stop taking pictures of me : )] so, so much; maybe you'll be dirtier next year..."
Danielle L: "That dude smells like pot." (Arrow to a picture of Tom)
Brian G: "...Over the summer we're going hat shopping, no more fisherman hats for you..."
Kristine F: "...Lockers and poking ppl..."
Leigh N: "...CLONE YOURSELF..."
AND now...because I'm really bored...I'm going to hold the Yearbook Comment Awards. There are six categories: Most Hilarious, Most Random, Most "Touching", Shortest, Longest, and Most Generic.
Most Hilarious:
Nick R: "...You should not move away! I will kidnap you so you can't go! You can live in my closet and live off of cheese sticks..."
Most Random:
Emily S: "You rock my wee little socks. I love you. Too bad you are moving to Arizona I think there's a emo song about Arizona I'll find it and memorize it and sing it and make up an interperative dance for you. Hmmm oh Shenana (lol) I got a D on that book. We should do something this summer yeah. OK. Call me or I'll call you or...something? I HEART YOU! :w00t::w00t:"
Most "Touching"
Brian G: "...started this year not knowing you, but I'm better off now I guess..."
(This made me feel special. : D)
Shortest:
Tom H: "Tom"
Longest:
Leigh N: I won't type the whole thing, but you won Leigh. Feel special. : D
Most Generic:
Ashley P: "Spanish was fun! Have an awesome time in AZ. I *heart* it there! Have a great summer! I'll cu next yr."
You know...I could've sworn there were seven categories. But I forgot what the 7th one was, assuming it ever existed.
They're in order of where in the pages it was written.
Josh S: "...It's sensitive/manly!"
Sean R: "Don't go to Texas...I mean Arizona...I gotta finish my exam now..."
Caitlin O: "...As I sit here watching my shoes de-wettify, I can't help but think of you..."
Phil P: "...bring me a lizard!"
Matt G: "As we go on we'll remember all the times we slept together..."
Karen R: "Yay for Gir!"
Shreya J: "...C'mon, screw Arizona, don't we New-Englanders make up for crappy snow?...I love you [stop taking pictures of me : )] so, so much; maybe you'll be dirtier next year..."
Danielle L: "That dude smells like pot." (Arrow to a picture of Tom)
Brian G: "...Over the summer we're going hat shopping, no more fisherman hats for you..."
Kristine F: "...Lockers and poking ppl..."
Leigh N: "...CLONE YOURSELF..."
AND now...because I'm really bored...I'm going to hold the Yearbook Comment Awards. There are six categories: Most Hilarious, Most Random, Most "Touching", Shortest, Longest, and Most Generic.
Most Hilarious:
Nick R: "...You should not move away! I will kidnap you so you can't go! You can live in my closet and live off of cheese sticks..."
Most Random:
Emily S: "You rock my wee little socks. I love you. Too bad you are moving to Arizona I think there's a emo song about Arizona I'll find it and memorize it and sing it and make up an interperative dance for you. Hmmm oh Shenana (lol) I got a D on that book. We should do something this summer yeah. OK. Call me or I'll call you or...something? I HEART YOU! :w00t::w00t:"
Most "Touching"
Brian G: "...started this year not knowing you, but I'm better off now I guess..."
(This made me feel special. : D)
Shortest:
Tom H: "Tom"
Longest:
Leigh N: I won't type the whole thing, but you won Leigh. Feel special. : D
Most Generic:
Ashley P: "Spanish was fun! Have an awesome time in AZ. I *heart* it there! Have a great summer! I'll cu next yr."
You know...I could've sworn there were seven categories. But I forgot what the 7th one was, assuming it ever existed.
Last day of school today. *w00t*
Actually, it's kind of different this year. I remember in elementary and middle school, couldn't wait until summer was here and school got out, but this year it's like summer is just a blank space in time where I won't get to see all my friends as often...and especially now I want to hang out with you all as much as possible and take lots of pictures. (No, Shreya, I won't stop taking pictures of you. : D) So then when I'm off in the desert I can look at all the pictures and smile. So, I'm just warning all of you, next school year, expect me having a camera at every possible picture-taking event. I'll actually remember to bring a camera to Rockathon next year. And all sorts of strange places. I'll probably even have a camera with me on some regular school days too, taking photography second semester. *w00t again*
I have a job this summer. Not entirely voluntary, but at least I don't have to migrate anywhere, I'm working for my parents. Dad says that since I'm not 16 yet, I don't have to work 9 to 5 and I can take some weekdays off to hang out with friend people. : D Joe is not so lucky.
Joe: What? That's not fair!
Dad: You screwed around all summer when you were 15.
Joe: No, I went to summer school!
Dad: Ah, right. You screwed around during school.
There were quite a few rather hilarious things written in my yearbook. I'll share them with you all later tonight because I'm too lazy to go get it now.
A party was thrown for the king that night
And they tried to raise the dead
The golden chair still occupied
By the king's resting head
The daughter danced with the alchemist
And of course the wise man spoke
The jester said,
"Hey King, it's time for a little joke"
No reply
I think the king is broke...
Actually, it's kind of different this year. I remember in elementary and middle school, couldn't wait until summer was here and school got out, but this year it's like summer is just a blank space in time where I won't get to see all my friends as often...and especially now I want to hang out with you all as much as possible and take lots of pictures. (No, Shreya, I won't stop taking pictures of you. : D) So then when I'm off in the desert I can look at all the pictures and smile. So, I'm just warning all of you, next school year, expect me having a camera at every possible picture-taking event. I'll actually remember to bring a camera to Rockathon next year. And all sorts of strange places. I'll probably even have a camera with me on some regular school days too, taking photography second semester. *w00t again*
I have a job this summer. Not entirely voluntary, but at least I don't have to migrate anywhere, I'm working for my parents. Dad says that since I'm not 16 yet, I don't have to work 9 to 5 and I can take some weekdays off to hang out with friend people. : D Joe is not so lucky.
Joe: What? That's not fair!
Dad: You screwed around all summer when you were 15.
Joe: No, I went to summer school!
Dad: Ah, right. You screwed around during school.
There were quite a few rather hilarious things written in my yearbook. I'll share them with you all later tonight because I'm too lazy to go get it now.
A party was thrown for the king that night
And they tried to raise the dead
The golden chair still occupied
By the king's resting head
The daughter danced with the alchemist
And of course the wise man spoke
The jester said,
"Hey King, it's time for a little joke"
No reply
I think the king is broke...
15.6.04
I had two adventures today. The scarier one was when the electric can opener attacked me. I had innocently gone to open a cupboard, and the damn thing jumped out at me. It almost hit me! And then I almost caught it but it fell and bounced off the counter and then landed in the dishwasher. By some quirk of fate, nothing was broken, but my nerves were absolutely shattered. I need a hug.
And the other adventure was my mom made me a tofu stir fry thing for dinner tonight, but I forgot to ask her to put basil in it, so before dinner I went to my garden to pick some basil. And then I ate some basil. And I’m eating some more now.
I loooooove basil. o_0
Ewww...this basil tastes like pesticides. Except I don’t use pesticides on my basil. It tastes like...not yummy.
I looooove basil.
o_0
And the other adventure was my mom made me a tofu stir fry thing for dinner tonight, but I forgot to ask her to put basil in it, so before dinner I went to my garden to pick some basil. And then I ate some basil. And I’m eating some more now.
I loooooove basil. o_0
Ewww...this basil tastes like pesticides. Except I don’t use pesticides on my basil. It tastes like...not yummy.
I looooove basil.
o_0
When everything you'll get is
Everything that you wanted, princess
(Well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(Me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(Me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing's loaded
And will you tell all your friends
You've got your gun to my head
This was all only wishful thinkin'
This was all only wishful thinkin'...
Everything that you wanted, princess
(Well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(Me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(Me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing's loaded
And will you tell all your friends
You've got your gun to my head
This was all only wishful thinkin'
This was all only wishful thinkin'...
I was reading in my room before dinner yesterday. The window was open. The grill was on the back porch. I heard it making grill noises. And I smelled smoke. And I was thinking, "You know...it probably shouldn't be making that much noise...and I probably shouldn't be smelling it...but I'm really too lazy to go check it." After about five minutes of this, the paranoid side of me overruled the lazy side of me and I got up and looked out the window. Yep...fire coming out of the back of the grill. So, I went downstairs where my mom was in the kitchen, and said, "Mom, there's flames shooting out of the back of the grill." So she went and opened the grill and whatever she had on it was on fire. Yum...glad I was eating fish.
So, that was my adventure for the yesterday.
Am I loud and clear
Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer
Or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine
If you show me yours first
Let's compare scars
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages
And replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Been here so long
I think it's time to move
The winter's so cold
The summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags
And settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends
Some that I hardly know
But we've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down
And talk of places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
So, that was my adventure for the yesterday.
Am I loud and clear
Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer
Or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine
If you show me yours first
Let's compare scars
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages
And replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Been here so long
I think it's time to move
The winter's so cold
The summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags
And settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends
Some that I hardly know
But we've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down
And talk of places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
13.6.04
Mindy: Are you sure you're not gay?
Me: I think I am.
Mindy: What?
Me: No! Wait, I mean, I think I'm sure!
Me: I think I am.
Mindy: What?
Me: No! Wait, I mean, I think I'm sure!
12.6.04
As it turns out, they didn't have a fire extinguisher.
I went to Barnes and Noble and got "The Donnie Darko Book"...very cool so far. Watch the movie. And then get the book.
Joe still owes me $12.
Mmmmm...basil...o_0
I went to Barnes and Noble and got "The Donnie Darko Book"...very cool so far. Watch the movie. And then get the book.
Joe still owes me $12.
Mmmmm...basil...o_0
11.6.04
Shreya: *blows kiss*
Me: *eats kiss*
Shreya: wtf?
Me: : D it was deeeelicious
Shreya: ooh, flavor?
Me: it was decidedly kiss flavored
Shreya: and tell me, what do my kisses taste like?
Me: a KISS damnit, how much more specification do you need?
Shreya: FINE.
Me: *eats kiss*
Shreya: wtf?
Me: : D it was deeeelicious
Shreya: ooh, flavor?
Me: it was decidedly kiss flavored
Shreya: and tell me, what do my kisses taste like?
Me: a KISS damnit, how much more specification do you need?
Shreya: FINE.
Me: Are you going to have a fire extinguisher or something like that handy?
Dad: Yeah, probably.
Me: ...Probably?
Dad: Yeah, probably.
Me: ...Probably?
Emily: Can we go rattlesnake hunting this summer?
Me: ...Sure.
Emily: I'll bring a shovel!
I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful you don't hurt yourself
Others lie, lie, lie
They adore you
I'll be the one to tell
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Gonna try, try, try
'Til the morning comes...
Me: ...Sure.
Emily: I'll bring a shovel!
I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful you don't hurt yourself
Others lie, lie, lie
They adore you
I'll be the one to tell
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Gonna try, try, try
'Til the morning comes...
10.6.04
The allergies hath come. Curse it all. I shall be floating around in a state of congested muddlement for the next several days. Fine way to start finals...
I've been hoping you're moping around the street again
I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made
For you
Of you
Let's see what needles do
I've been shaking from making an awful decision
I've been thinking I'm drinking too many drinks all by myself
I've been running and running feels like my head is spinning round
And round around around around around around...
I've been hoping you're moping around the street again
I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made
For you
Of you
Let's see what needles do
I've been shaking from making an awful decision
I've been thinking I'm drinking too many drinks all by myself
I've been running and running feels like my head is spinning round
And round around around around around around...
9.6.04
If you want to call it a heartache
Then I shouldn't regret those things
I miss her
If you want the pain to go away
Better suck up your pride, admit
You lost her
Let her go
Move on
Let her go
Move on
Let her go...
Then I shouldn't regret those things
I miss her
If you want the pain to go away
Better suck up your pride, admit
You lost her
Let her go
Move on
Let her go
Move on
Let her go...
"You are cautious in revealing your true self to others."
-Fortune Cookie I ate today
-Fortune Cookie I ate today
8.6.04
Battling fits of depression...again. *sigh*
I'm sure you always feel my eyes on you
And I hope that you will never feel unwanted
Wait for me to move out west
It's ok if you don't
I hope you know
You're my favorite thing
About the west coast
I wish I stayed
I hope you wait
So here I am
Counting down the days
Till california comes...
I'm sure you always feel my eyes on you
And I hope that you will never feel unwanted
Wait for me to move out west
It's ok if you don't
I hope you know
You're my favorite thing
About the west coast
I wish I stayed
I hope you wait
So here I am
Counting down the days
Till california comes...
Me: If you're late you can blame me.
Shreya: Okay. Wait, that won't matter to them!
Me: Oh well.
Shreya: Can I ditch you?
Me: No.
Shreya: Can I give you a hug and ditch you?
Me: No.
Shreya: I'm ditching you.
Brian, I was serious before, you really do have to be more careful, and like...not break people's wrists. That HURT, damnit! (If I had been thinking clearly, I would have kicked you, but I was too busy thinking Gaaah, shitshitshit let go of my wrist you *#&@*$ I can't give you the pen back when you're bending my wrist BACKWARDS DAMN YOU I CAN'T LET GO OF IT! OW!)
Although you're so sad
Discover things never had
It makes you wonder
A life alone you'll learn
You'll learn
When do we begin?
I used to sit and watch the pouring rain
I use to wish to be back home again
I hadn't the strength then
I hadn't the chance to reveal it
But it's all
It's all in your hands...
Shreya: Okay. Wait, that won't matter to them!
Me: Oh well.
Shreya: Can I ditch you?
Me: No.
Shreya: Can I give you a hug and ditch you?
Me: No.
Shreya: I'm ditching you.
Brian, I was serious before, you really do have to be more careful, and like...not break people's wrists. That HURT, damnit! (If I had been thinking clearly, I would have kicked you, but I was too busy thinking Gaaah, shitshitshit let go of my wrist you *#&@*$ I can't give you the pen back when you're bending my wrist BACKWARDS DAMN YOU I CAN'T LET GO OF IT! OW!)
Although you're so sad
Discover things never had
It makes you wonder
A life alone you'll learn
You'll learn
When do we begin?
I used to sit and watch the pouring rain
I use to wish to be back home again
I hadn't the strength then
I hadn't the chance to reveal it
But it's all
It's all in your hands...
7.6.04
Dudes, I have a new uncle! My aunt got married on Saturday. Sweetness. Congratulations!
Shreya: ...19 year old gay guy showing everyone his tan line...
Me: Matt? No, wait, Mike.
Shreya: Yeah, Matt's a 17 year old gay guy. And if he ever showed me his tan line, I'd kill him.
Mike: Honey, I know about tan lines.
Kirin: Mike, pull your trousers up, these are minors!
Shreya: ...19 year old gay guy showing everyone his tan line...
Me: Matt? No, wait, Mike.
Shreya: Yeah, Matt's a 17 year old gay guy. And if he ever showed me his tan line, I'd kill him.
Mike: Honey, I know about tan lines.
Kirin: Mike, pull your trousers up, these are minors!
6.6.04
Back from the English Tea...it's a fun thing, you see all these little old ladies dressed up with their flowery straw hats, and eat little tea cakes and pastries and stuff. Proceeds go to the Audobon...always good.
My mom's friend Carol was there. With her daughter Sarah. Those of you who know my mom and me know how amusing and confusing this is. Carol's mom was there too...she thought I was in college. Hehe...it was the jacket.
My mom's friend Carol was there. With her daughter Sarah. Those of you who know my mom and me know how amusing and confusing this is. Carol's mom was there too...she thought I was in college. Hehe...it was the jacket.
As it turns out, I didn't screw up. Horrible horrible misunderstanding...it led to a funny rant though. One of the few hilarious times I've gone spastic because of confusion.
But it all turned out okay.
"You have to stop killing people, it's high profile."
"Oh, lighten up!"
But it all turned out okay.
"You have to stop killing people, it's high profile."
"Oh, lighten up!"
5.6.04
Leigh's charity carnival was today. We raised $214. Go Leigh. Go us. Go everyone who came and got gak on their hands because of the mystery pick game. (I ran that booth. It was fun. Christine was grossed out by the gak.)
Lethargicness and writing since coming back from the carnival.
Damn it...I think I've screwed something up very badly. So horribly confused...
Lethargicness and writing since coming back from the carnival.
Damn it...I think I've screwed something up very badly. So horribly confused...
4.6.04
Me: Dude...I'm like, all paranoid that they're going to call us down to the office and hiss at us. And be like "Why the hell did you break into peoples lockers? *kss!*"
Do you want to know
If everything glittering
Will turn into the gold
I see in your hair
I feel it could be there
Somehow, tonight
And do you want to find
Something worth saving
The change would do me right
'Cause I've been just waiting
And hesitating
With this heart of mine...
Yay writing! I had this random idea in english class and have been thinking about it all day. And now I'm writing. And I think I've finally figured out who José is based on. And that Kim isn't based on who I originally thought she was/meant her to be. Funny how that all works out...
If everything glittering
Will turn into the gold
I see in your hair
I feel it could be there
Somehow, tonight
And do you want to find
Something worth saving
The change would do me right
'Cause I've been just waiting
And hesitating
With this heart of mine...
Yay writing! I had this random idea in english class and have been thinking about it all day. And now I'm writing. And I think I've finally figured out who José is based on. And that Kim isn't based on who I originally thought she was/meant her to be. Funny how that all works out...
3.6.04
I hath burned a most kickass mix CD. Even cooler than the one I was telling y'all about 2 weeks ago. iTunes spazzed while burning it so the last song didn't get copied, but meh...I have it on at least 3 other CD mixes. Main songs I wanted for this one...Heart of Mine, Agoraphobia, and Miracles. Good times.
Today's prize for the Most Random Thing Said To Me goes to...Tom. I still haven't figured out if it was a compliment or if he was just being weird. With Tom, it's hard to tell.
Me: Hey Tom.
Tom: Do you know if you stare at someone for a while...you have such penetrating eyes. You could stare anyone down.
Me: ...Sweet.
"There's always something so tragic
About a hopeless romantic"
So though we cannot know
If everything glittering
Will turn into gold
I'm through with waiting
And hesitating
I want you taking
This heart of mine...
Me: Hey Tom.
Tom: Do you know if you stare at someone for a while...you have such penetrating eyes. You could stare anyone down.
Me: ...Sweet.
"There's always something so tragic
About a hopeless romantic"
So though we cannot know
If everything glittering
Will turn into gold
I'm through with waiting
And hesitating
I want you taking
This heart of mine...
2.6.04
Me: Gwiazdar...it just sounds so cool...like some movie godzilla type thing, but not.
Brian: lol I thought it sounded like a barbarian or something... "Where're we going, Conan?" "I don't know, Gwiazdar"
Me: More like..."Look! It's GWIAZDAR! NOOOOO!!!!" *stomp*
Brian: lol I thought it sounded like a barbarian or something... "Where're we going, Conan?" "I don't know, Gwiazdar"
Me: More like..."Look! It's GWIAZDAR! NOOOOO!!!!" *stomp*
Forgot to post these just now...
While waiting for the activity bus to come-
Taco: Give me a bite!
Devon: No.
Taco: BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! FUCK!
Taco: I like being groomed.
While waiting for the activity bus to come-
Taco: Give me a bite!
Devon: No.
Taco: BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE! FUCK!
Taco: I like being groomed.
Hayley: Just because I have obsessive compulsive-like disorders doesn't mean I have OCD.
Clash of the Clubs! Weeeeefun! Go Russian Club! (ok, so we lost at every event, so what.)
Brian didn't have a Russian Club t-shirt so I sacrificed 5 minutes of my time during Islamic World class to write "PYCCKUU KLY9" (sort of but not quite russian...its not really a 9, its a "beh") and draw a red square on a piece of paper so he could tape it to his shirt.
Pie eating...good effort Jimmy. You did better than Brenden did last year. (Or so I've heard)
And the sack race. I signed me and Brian up for that last week and then Kate, Jimmy, and Danielle joined last minute. Heh...sack race. Brian had fun with that.
Brian: All I have to say is, you better be good in the sack.
He went on with that for the next 10 minutes or so. It was funny. My favorite one was-
Danielle: Have you ever done one of these before?
Brian: Yeah...I've had some bad experiences in the sack.
Bocce was fun, I've never played before, but I didn't suck at it. We didn't win, but we came really really close.
And then after Russian Club proceeded to fail at everything (but still having fun), we went back to the cafeteria and Brian stole the last pie that was left over from the pie eating contest. Tasty. There was like...ten different kids eating it at one point or another. No one had any utensils, but fingers work just as well.
Devon: Oh, this is really sanitary.
Me: Oh well.
Clash of the Clubs! Weeeeefun! Go Russian Club! (ok, so we lost at every event, so what.)
Brian didn't have a Russian Club t-shirt so I sacrificed 5 minutes of my time during Islamic World class to write "PYCCKUU KLY9" (sort of but not quite russian...its not really a 9, its a "beh") and draw a red square on a piece of paper so he could tape it to his shirt.
Pie eating...good effort Jimmy. You did better than Brenden did last year. (Or so I've heard)
And the sack race. I signed me and Brian up for that last week and then Kate, Jimmy, and Danielle joined last minute. Heh...sack race. Brian had fun with that.
Brian: All I have to say is, you better be good in the sack.
He went on with that for the next 10 minutes or so. It was funny. My favorite one was-
Danielle: Have you ever done one of these before?
Brian: Yeah...I've had some bad experiences in the sack.
Bocce was fun, I've never played before, but I didn't suck at it. We didn't win, but we came really really close.
And then after Russian Club proceeded to fail at everything (but still having fun), we went back to the cafeteria and Brian stole the last pie that was left over from the pie eating contest. Tasty. There was like...ten different kids eating it at one point or another. No one had any utensils, but fingers work just as well.
Devon: Oh, this is really sanitary.
Me: Oh well.
1.6.04
Shreya: Of course-who wouldn't have a good time in Shreya...land? *wink*
Me: I know I would.
Shreya: I think that's one of the dirtiest things you've ever said to me.
Me: You brought it upon yourself.
Shreya: Hey, I appreciated it.
Me: Hehe...this is now on my blog.
Shreya: Oh no
Me: I know I would.
Shreya: I think that's one of the dirtiest things you've ever said to me.
Me: You brought it upon yourself.
Shreya: Hey, I appreciated it.
Me: Hehe...this is now on my blog.
Shreya: Oh no
Shreya: I wasn't doing anything, I just don't want pictures of it.
When I think of Heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying
Down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other intstruments
Of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
I belong
In the service of the Queen
I belong
Anywhere but in between
She's been crying
And I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King...
When I think of Heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying
Down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other intstruments
Of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
I belong
In the service of the Queen
I belong
Anywhere but in between
She's been crying
And I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King...
