tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54320912011-04-21T12:00:05.176-07:00IllusionsThis blog will take awhile to load...it's still loading when that little lying bar at the bottom of the screen says that it's done.
Musings of a social outcast floundering in the cesspools of school and life.
Welcome to an insane corner where the blue skies fade to grayish and sometimes bright orange.
I also like to screw with the code, try to add new things, so this blog will often be in a messed-up state.
Hello cupcake.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comBlogger2951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1094074746930726142004-09-01T14:08:00.000-07:002004-09-01T14:39:06.930-07:00I cut my hair after leaving dance, a gesture that has historically been symbolic of both freedom and grief.
I'm back now (kind of), in pit, because it's only 1 season. It's not really
Pit is perverted. I've been in it for less than a week, and already, we have lubed the drummers' cars (real KY Jelly), repeatedly told the drum major his weenis (the end of one's elbow) is showing, etc.
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1093827607743393812004-08-29T17:34:00.000-07:002004-08-29T18:00:07.743-07:00Washington, D.C.
It was an amazing experience.
Personalities really change based on the expectations of people around you. In DC, I did not overachieve. Everyone was so intelligent that I probably couldn't have overachieved if I had tried, but I really didn't try.
This is a picture of our little crew. We got in trouble on the first day...I think in the two weeks, we got in trouble 2 or 3 pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1091341493455764092004-07-31T23:22:00.000-07:002004-07-31T23:24:53.456-07:00Drugs, lies, an ATM machine, blackmail, an abortion, debts...
Wow, I so need a private journal (I'd blog about it, but it's not about me, and other people's privacy should be preserved to a certain extent)
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1091341331237559912004-07-31T22:54:00.000-07:002004-07-31T23:22:11.236-07:00The Overachievers' Club (please have your standardized test score ready to go at the entrance)
Perfection.
It should be reassuring, but it's so sinister. Like a serial killer's smile. The way the word curls around your tongue and ends in the finality of "tion", one single point, an acme of being that cannot be found in the way life moves.
"You're not wearing that, are you?" my mom asks. The pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1090688119208121402004-07-24T09:41:00.000-07:002004-07-24T09:55:19.206-07:00On the other hand, political correctness could make the art of narrative extremely depressing, and rather ridiculous:
So I woke up, lazily throwing on a pair of "oppressing someone in Indonesia" that perfectly matched my "sweatshop slavery in Guatemala", and stumbled down the stairs. For breakfast, I had a glass of skim "cruelty to cows" and some bread. Leaping into my Nike "manufactured by a pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1090368863653061332004-07-20T17:10:00.000-07:002004-07-20T17:14:23.653-07:00For Shawna's surprise party (an ill-advised venture, but what can we do?), I was forced to sign up for AIM, which I hadn't re-downloaded after we upgraded computers because I was wasting way too much time on it. Anyway, I put my birthday as 1/9/1670. Apparently, they'll tell you that your email is invalid, but they won't tell you that you're dead (or cryogenically frozen, or cloned and choose to pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1090367087976918092004-07-20T16:37:00.000-07:002004-07-20T16:44:47.976-07:00Surprises are nice, like the Spanish discussion group that turned into a Spanish folksong session. The guy with the smile like Santa Claus was singing, fingers dancing over the borrowed guitar. The sad lady and the grandfatherly figure with the eyebrows joined in, conjuring up images of lonely nights and untraveled roads in the little room in the library. The self-assured college newbie didn't pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1090366580651099432004-07-20T16:26:00.000-07:002004-07-20T16:36:20.653-07:00Multiple personality disorder
The main cause behind adolescence:
"I don't want to be labeled" / Avril Lavigne
"I'm mature, I'm independent" / "Mom, Dad, can I have $30,000 for, um, a...science project?"
"My parents are so stuffy, but I'm liberal" / "Dogs are black too" (seriously, Faxon and I heard
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1090365970123013692004-07-20T16:04:00.000-07:002004-07-20T16:26:10.123-07:00Cherub-o's (Evil genius) diary
There has always been an uneasy peace between the camps of Nurture and Nature, and I feel it is my turn to weigh in.
While I believe that every child is born with an inherent evil, slithery personality waiting to erupt in an explosion of teeth and fangs ( my publicist, who suffered an unfortunate...accident...told me I should use imagery to liven things up), this pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1088477553932625472004-06-28T19:06:00.000-07:002004-06-28T19:52:33.933-07:00My Experience Herding 17 2nd graders
Little kids are delightfully devious.
"If the guys lose, they have to dress like girls," the little devil on their side offers.
"They have to shave their legs and wear thongs!" exclaims the little devil on our side (gleefully)...
Interlude: Being a camp counselor is awesome. It's a weekend, what happens stays there, and the chances are good that you'll neverpocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1087089484048177812004-06-12T18:05:00.000-07:002004-06-12T18:18:04.046-07:00Lasts suck. Cannot think of anything englightened to say.
Last time watching the band's practice block. Heel, heel, squinting, all in step now, all in time.
Last practice block. When will I ever again feel the frustration of continuous right left pop tosses? You drop one and it's hard to get back in, it mirrors life. Dance and colorguard: it's an art, it's a science, it's a sport, it's a way of pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086846609418584202004-06-09T22:45:00.000-07:002004-06-09T22:50:09.420-07:00Starting to plan for college---what will I do when I get away from the 'rents (not that I don't love my mommy and daddy)?
food: no more three meals a day! Will probably alternate between junk food and chips...wait...can you alternate between things when one thing is a type of another thing? Blame the health curriculum, it was so boring I just blocked it out.
appearance: cut hair short. Wear a pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086846344233391032004-06-09T22:40:00.001-07:002004-06-09T22:45:44.233-07:00BEP:
I watched you try and teach us about commas, speaking over the sounds of chairs being put up and apathy regarding commas and other pauses in life. It must suck to try and pass on passion every day, and not go crazy from our stupidity. Sorry you have to go to Guatemala to get away from the Abercrombie Attitude. Sorry if you don't find what you're looking for there, either. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-108684602577701902004-06-09T22:40:00.000-07:002004-06-09T22:40:25.776-07:00Subject's current movie sounds quite a lot like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind."pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086845996644556352004-06-09T22:39:00.000-07:002004-06-09T22:39:56.643-07:00ink poisoning. self absorption. generation of false memories.
we loathe it but can never escape, nor would we really want to.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086551958986585722004-06-06T12:45:00.000-07:002004-06-06T12:59:18.986-07:00Next week is Rose Parade. And then it is all over.
I can write and write, but none of it will fill what is missing.
"You have grown so much, and our home is so very small, so you must go out and seek your own fortune."
No more security.
What won't I miss? Running a marathon to find a bathroom, TICK tick tick tick TICK tick tick tick, sails, gossip, the croc, no mercy, feeling like your throat pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086551103417673532004-06-06T12:29:00.000-07:002004-06-06T12:45:03.416-07:00Senior assembly. Our first attempt at escape foiled by Brigitta's "HEY! WE'RE GOING TO FAXON'S HOUSE, ANYONE WANNA COME?!!".
Second attempt and we are out, the world is quiet, we do not have to suffer through hours of the pledge of allegiance.
While we are on our peaceful vacation, somewhere someone gets shot.
We get back just in time, and the school goes into lockdown. I have lost touch with pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086550178686742722004-06-06T12:27:00.000-07:002004-06-06T12:29:38.686-07:00Subject's dear little xanga has not helped my problem of cynicism. I read his post about the dead cat, and I wonder what it would be like to live in a place where the cat would be food. And this is why we are yuppies.
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086240260862270422004-06-02T22:09:00.000-07:002004-06-02T22:24:20.863-07:00Continued chronicle of my adventures in the happiest place on earth, because I have problems writing just a little and getting it right, and have bigger problems shutting up.
Day 4. Knott's Berry Farm.
Reading the website, I realize how dangerous some of the rides are. Good thing I did not know about this before we went.
Xcelerator is mean (Height: 205ft Length: 2202ft Speed: 82mph) but cool. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086239297966667672004-06-02T21:47:00.000-07:002004-06-02T22:08:17.966-07:00Continued chronicle of my adventures in the happiest place on earth.
Universal Studios. Day 1.
A guy wearing an "AC/DC back in black"(our parade song) shirt! In one way, the back to the future ride does reflect the future---there are way too many people, way too little breathing space. The Universal Studios people make themselves out to be "caring and environmentally safe". The paradox of the pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1086237500353074272004-06-02T21:25:00.000-07:002004-06-02T21:38:20.353-07:00Chronicle of my adventures in the happiest place on earth, May 27-May 31st
Plane. Day 1.
Don't know the date, in the way I love the obscure astractions that make paisley designs, but have problems adding.
The world really looks like those zoomed out maps. Humans draw straight lines to cut up the earth, but the rivers look more solid, despite their wanderings.
LA Airport. Day 1.
I love airports.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085284040526774922004-05-22T20:43:00.000-07:002004-05-22T20:47:20.526-07:00Apparently, I have problems reading things right (In my defense, some of these were on people's shirts, and their hair was covering up key letters.
Actual word/phrase What I saw:
Give details. Give denial.
Tigers. Cigars.
(some brand name) Sledgehammer. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085283752814120202004-05-22T20:35:00.000-07:002004-05-22T20:42:32.813-07:00Bright and early on this Saturday morning, we set out to register voters. We were targeting the 18-25 year old age range, but it seemed that there weren't any at the farmer's market.
There were old men walking dogs wearing patriotic sweaters (the dogs, that is), and a duo of musicians who played a mix of Celtic and country music. In the same song, they used a traditional Irish drum, a bodhran, pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085283316211604552004-05-22T20:26:00.000-07:002004-05-22T20:35:16.210-07:00So much for the overachieving Asians. We prepared for the end of the year "Chinese school celebration"---this year, we're to poor to go to the amusement park.
"Do I get points for improving from a 50%?" Bert whines.
Two other kids make chalkboard eraser prints on each other's backs, before choosing a victim they gang up on.
Sam is the only overachiever, getting extremely pissed that his essay haspocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085199745989922852004-05-21T21:16:00.000-07:002004-05-21T21:22:25.990-07:00"Eat it! Eat it! Eat the butt worm!"---In a National Geographic article, scientist clustered around a control panel, encouraging a mollusk to eat the butt worm. It does not.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085199392594546632004-05-21T21:08:00.000-07:002004-05-21T21:16:32.593-07:00I seem to have problems telling the midwestern states apart. Actually, my stupidity extends to everything that's not west coast or east coast. "So, did Nebraska have a lot of potatoes?" I asked Madison's friend, as she seemed to be knowledgeable on the subject. Apparently she never lived in Nebraska---she then told me the name of the midwestern state she lived in, which I have forgotten, even pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085198921376720972004-05-21T20:57:00.000-07:002004-05-21T21:08:41.376-07:00According to Carmen's boyfriend, I "reek of overachievement." I told him he exudes "freak fumes".
Our society seems to be very smell-oriented.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1085007951455210462004-05-19T15:37:00.000-07:002004-05-19T16:05:51.456-07:00Brigitta and I sat across the gap from each other, one of those times of balanced zen. In normal life, our personalities get on each other's nerves because we're both attention whores, in our different ways, but her way of dealing with loss is by talking more, filling my silence.
"No is not an answer," Carmen had said, but observe:
The story of my life:
me: Can I go _____ [insert activity]?
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1084853772529450942004-05-17T21:13:00.000-07:002004-05-17T21:16:12.530-07:00me: So, mom, dad, when are you guys going to teach me how to drive?
mom: You will be an unsafe driver, I don't want to be in the same car as you. Too many crashes. High insurance. Why don't we send you to that person who has one of those cars with a steering wheel in both sides and teaches people how to drive?
dad: I can drive better than that mofo, I taught him how!
me: what about country roads pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1084848459770981152004-05-17T19:37:00.000-07:002004-05-17T19:47:39.770-07:00Estoy bailando siempre.
Summer is almost here, and there is more clutter as I break the habits. Overnight, everyone grew up except for me. Even Subject is getting a job, at Dairy Queen (I see an expedition wherein we spill ice cream and make him clean it up---no, that's too mean).
Google was spotted driving, Madison told her dad to drive faster.
I will be working at the convenience store pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1084244949067755762004-05-10T20:06:00.000-07:002004-05-10T20:09:09.066-07:00I go for the cheap laugh, rapping out the information about contraception in health. I figure I'll look back on my life at any point and pick it apart, no matter how sensible I try to be. Might as go all out---if I'm going to fall I might as well go in a sprawling, tap-dancing, music reel kind of way. For today, anyway.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1084244756812317512004-05-10T19:59:00.000-07:002004-05-10T20:05:56.813-07:00"Barbie, you have an ant on your pants."
She screams in a shrill way that I take almost as joking (I'm horrible at reading emotions, I laugh at all the wrong times), and I leave it there for awhile, until I realize she's not. At which point I pick the ant off her pants and let it roam around my hands. Its angel hair legs tickle my skin, as it makes its endless journey through those tiny cracks pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1083895006394469312004-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:002004-05-06T19:00:00.200-07:00I have alienated both the geeks and the "normal" ones.
how I alienated the geeks (I'm sorry, I don't a non-derogatory term that describes them as accurately, I really do love them, having tried to stay somewhat geekish myself):
"I read Smithsonian magazine...but usually the art, photography, and literature articles."
how I alienated the "normal" ones (note that "normal" is in quotes):
"I watch pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1083894863129841042004-05-06T18:54:00.000-07:002004-05-06T18:57:36.936-07:00I never knew the sparrow flying over as we sat in fertilizer could be a scene of loss. Which is the paradise and which is the parking lot?pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1083801865171900822004-05-05T17:04:00.000-07:002004-05-05T17:07:37.810-07:00
Subject's Log
5 May (Cinco de Mayo, partaayyyy man! In an entirely school-sanctioned, drug-free, alcohol-free way, of course) 2004
More mirrors, clocks, and hallways filled with doors
Maybe I'm an emo attention whore
Nahh. That freaky girl in my class insulted me again, insulted my preferences, my personality, and my intelligence! I am so hurt! Perhaps Faiz will help me destroy her.
Anyhoo, pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082951944247919152004-04-25T20:59:00.000-07:002004-04-25T21:02:06.310-07:00Was dragged to the beach on Saturday. Shawna's mom came up with some interesting interpretations of place names. Yamhill=yummy hell, McMinnville=Mc ninny ville. Shawna's whole family---I've yet to figure out if they're sarcastic and misunderstood, or just crazy. Not that crazy is bad, I'd like to think of myself as crazy also. I've spent my life trying to figure out if I'm crazy, or if they are. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082602412734925162004-04-21T19:53:00.000-07:002004-04-21T19:58:20.263-07:00Whatevers and might'ves rot while trying to survive on a knarled branch, fed by blood and black sewer water. Way yonder in Somewhere, the sun lacks hope, not even providing enough light for itself.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082425455250490622004-04-19T18:44:00.000-07:002004-04-19T18:47:11.560-07:00note: as much for laughs as the Cherub-O series. Subject's log does not represent my opinions at all, in fact, the opposite
Subject's speech to the masses of the poor as he walks in the city, 19 April
Oh woe is me! I am trapped, I am trapped! Painfully the minutes drip by, and I am aware that at the same time, I am selling my life and still not being able to make a decision.
Saw Faiz in the pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082330545224985162004-04-18T16:22:00.000-07:002004-04-18T16:25:20.653-07:00First time in awhile I've been back to Chinese School. It's great, in it's own way. Our class has been divided into teams, named after the seasons, with darling nametags matching the season. The "Winter Snow" team has yellow name tags, prompting some comments about yellow snow.
The teams compete against each other for points. The prize is pencils or something, but everyone is really pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082328857094513642004-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:002004-04-18T15:57:12.763-07:00George Washington's head is easily drawn in glitter, but there's not much left for the peace sign, which Hoodi tells me looks like a devil's pitchfork. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082090424836837082004-04-15T21:40:00.000-07:002004-04-15T21:43:17.123-07:00Dr. Cherub-O's (evil genius) guide to making the world an easier place to live in
note: entirely fictional, for laughs
Part 2: Effective discipline in schools
Darling readers, I know I wrote last time that I would write about deceit, but, I lied, obviously.
It is obvious from the rate of near comatose students who emerge from American high schools that something is very wrong. Though the pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082089266467470352004-04-15T21:21:00.000-07:002004-04-15T21:23:58.996-07:00Gold is blood with the sun reflecting off it.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082089227224795212004-04-15T21:20:00.000-07:002004-04-15T21:23:19.763-07:00Selling their lives.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1082089167395234302004-04-15T21:19:00.000-07:002004-04-15T21:22:19.950-07:00Should've is, I'm now convinced, a luck word.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081988968060912242004-04-14T17:29:00.000-07:002004-04-14T17:32:19.420-07:00She's probably a little crazy, but I decide I like her. She's very nice, cleaning up the dishes (even though that is her job), and everyone's at least a little crazy.
Staff development day Monday, so I went to work with my mom downtown and got my permit. It's good, remembering where I came from, breathing in the familiar cigarette smoke that smells almost like tea when the wind is right. My mom pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081726624873249102004-04-11T16:37:00.000-07:002004-04-11T16:39:52.983-07:00The town the convenience store is located in is happy slow, a combination that doesn't exist most places. Lord of the Rings is playing at the local theater for $3, but there are only morning and afternoon showings, no couples making out in the back after dark---everyone hangs out at the billiard place.
Inside the store, clean "lite-rock" blares from the dust-choked Zenith radio (the same kind ofpocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081555339182051522004-04-09T17:02:00.000-07:002004-04-09T17:05:05.780-07:00Ironically enough, they always play the Coldplay song at practice, the one that goes:
"Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard."
Brigitta's grades spell out her doom. No more Dance.
No more Dance for me too. At first it was, "You're sure to get bad grades."
Then I didn't, so it was, "If you keep going, you'll pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081554082363811232004-04-09T16:41:00.000-07:002004-04-09T16:44:08.420-07:00The ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah
(They march, bleeding out their minds along the way)
The ants go marching one by one hurrah hurrah
(Lies and drones inhabit the world)
The ants go marching one by one
(At least the liars can think for themselves)
The little one stopped to suck his thumb
(Dost thou bite thy thumb at me?)
And they all go marching down
(normalization is the opposite of pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081553764802204472004-04-09T16:36:00.000-07:002004-04-09T16:38:50.920-07:00Tomorrow is my birthday. Not a happy day apparently (thanks, historychannel.com): the Bataan Death March started, a Mexican revolutionary leader was assassinated, the Beatles broke up, a slave torture chamber was uncovered through arson, B-52s began bombing North Vietnam.
So, what have I accomplished? There's so much I haven't figured out, and I'm running out of time to use the "I'm a kid, I'm pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081383948846830172004-04-07T17:25:00.000-07:002004-04-07T17:28:33.153-07:00Title:Europeanism cookie
Where the title comes from: Another food found in the Asian supermarket
Medium:Cookie. You know, one of those annoying things that lurks in the murky depths of computerland, creating ads in the form of pop-ups and spying on you. Only the Europeanism cookie buries itself within the human body, causing people to constantly come up to you and ask if you're French. Clicking pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1081383603788963312004-04-07T17:20:00.000-07:002004-04-07T17:22:48.793-07:00Title: Physical Computers
Where it came from: We were practicing talking about our schedules in Spanish. My partner meant to say "Yo tengo educacion fisica a las nueve.(I have physical education at nine o' clock)" but instead said "Yo tengo computacion fisica a las nueve (I have physical computers at nine o' clock".
Medium: Movie, of course, starring Subject. Subject is a nerd at our school who pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080867862891382912004-04-01T17:04:00.000-08:002004-04-01T17:07:01.450-08:00Dr. Cherub-O's guide to making the world an easier place to live in
note: this is entirely fictional, for humor. If the real-life Cherub-O ever became a doctor...
Part 1: Curing World Hunger
Welcome, gentle readers. Today, I, the all-wise Dr. Cherub-O, will deal with the pressing issue of curing world hunger plaguing malnourished children and adults all over the world. This can be accomplished pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080790135876903752004-03-31T19:28:00.000-08:002004-03-31T19:31:33.293-08:00Interesting when, in foreign films, the people are not cussing, but the subtitles have the f-word sprinkled generously throughout, Faxon and I pondered the other day.
We continued discussing the annoyingness of the uber-liberals, and the degeneration of today's youth (see previous post), laughing at how quaintly the children played. Then it hit me: we're old.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080789944857114002004-03-31T19:25:00.000-08:002004-03-31T19:29:36.890-08:00(pushes glasses up)
This specimen, homo sapien, believes itself to be superior to other animals, yet, is, in many ways, the same or even worse.
The homo sapien's actions are often reactions. Though one may argue that this is sensible, at times it just demonstrates the homo sapien's inability for complicated thought. Observe as I poke this specimen, Specimen A.
(pokes Specimen A)
(Specimen A pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080627439263429312004-03-29T22:17:00.000-08:002004-03-29T22:19:54.920-08:00Took the SATs the other day, "just for fun". Am I weird? As a child, I found state testing kind of exciting. At least the teachers would stop talking at us, at least maybe there would be an interesting bit of literature. I wonder about the extent of my responsibility as I become brain fodder for the system. The more I think, the more confused I become about what are true limitations and what are pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080626769134419242004-03-29T22:06:00.000-08:002004-03-29T22:08:44.890-08:00Some people chainsmoke people, in a way. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1080626508628111142004-03-29T22:01:00.000-08:002004-03-29T22:04:24.420-08:00Hadn't been able to write for a whole trimester, under the heavy oppression of BEP's yoke. Write as in communing with the soul, not as in thesis statement concrete detail toss it in the garbage disposal junk.
Finally, after rest and relaxation over spring break, I've started coming up with some interesting ideas to write about again, and now we have to go back.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1077608581993109822004-02-23T23:43:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:45:02.343-08:00Somehow, I have slipped into a Southern accent and am unable to tawk lahk thayam Yaaankees again. Hmm.
Finally snapped at Hoodi, been building for awhile because the immaturity is all right, but after a certain point, the burping contests become meaningless, sticking raisins to the wall just doesn't yield the same satisfaction that it once did. Or maybe I'm just becoming an old geezer.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1077608173366180302004-02-23T23:36:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:41:19.686-08:00Just shut up already. It's late, I'm writing a stupid essay, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, after this hula hoop, the dolphin will jump through yet another one. Like everything else here, mini identity crises barely touch the surface. Five minutes and I'll be fine.
The betrayals go into the mix, and I can't figure out why I'm so angry about something I can't control, something pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1077605897059594722004-02-23T22:58:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:00:17.140-08:00Why is it that those "Commonly used phrases (so that when you land in a foreign country you'll be the idiot flipping through a book then lamely admitting you don't speak the language rather than just admitting it with dignity right off the bat)" books always have "hello", "thank you", "you're welcome" and other such phrases.
I think the following phrases would be much more useful:
Mustard yoda pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1077496628086263482004-02-22T16:37:00.000-08:002004-02-22T16:39:07.233-08:00Went to Portland and took the Max around with Brenda and an overachiever.
Scraggly line outside of the Salvation Army, the guy drumming on buckets for money, the night is yet young at 8:30.
I try to steer Brenda away, but it is too late, she has caught sight of the Nordstrom's, which they don't have in Hippieville. I dare her to plaster her face and tongue against the front door, trying to clawpocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1077495268781690062004-02-22T16:14:00.000-08:002004-02-22T16:16:28.216-08:00Print, cut, paste, the story of my life. Very unhappy that practice has been moved because I now actually have to go to science night. Poster is slapped together in less than 15 minutes.
"Been half-assing everything this year."
"That's nothing," Carmen replies, "I've been fourth-assing."
"Eighth-assing," I say, loud enough that Spy turns to stare at us.
We gawk at Faiz's brother's freaking pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1076981123731641572004-02-16T17:25:00.000-08:002004-02-16T17:27:17.076-08:00The only Asian food I have seen people eating outside of British Columbia and Japanese supermarkets are Pocky sticks. I have come to the conclusion that this is because, in the process of finding English names, something gets lost (often meaning, sometimes, appetite stimulation). English translations I have had the unfortunate experience of seeing:
-fermented bean curd (chunk). This is creamy, pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1076980182805773132004-02-16T17:09:00.000-08:002004-02-16T17:11:36.356-08:00"That's my brother in Iraq."
"Yeah?"
I'm at Sandy's house, we're taking a break from working on our project, and she's showing me pictures. I try to imagine how hard it must be for their family, trying to deal with the possibility of him getting hurt.
Click. He's squinting into the sun, serious. It's not so menacing in the daylight, but, what demons are there?
Click. "These are the kids he pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1076978394636308082004-02-16T16:39:00.000-08:002004-02-16T16:41:47.763-08:00The air was crisp, and the day was fine. So, naturally, I convince Chavi to go play on the playground with me. There were two high school monitors with blue shirts labeled STAFF, who kept glaring at us for no particular reason. I could understand their expressions if we were wearing blue shirts labeled CHILD ABDUCTORS or GEEKS or POLITICIANS, but we weren't.
It's not like the kids minded us. I pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1076977772442762012004-02-16T16:29:00.000-08:002004-02-16T16:31:25.700-08:00This past week:
7 x 24 = 168 total hours
5 x 6.25 = 31.25 required hours spent at school
8.75 hours at school, practice
3 hours at school, assorted clubs and activities
16 hours dance-related activities (competitions, etc.) not at school
total: 59 hours
total hours at practice or competitions: 24.75
12.5 hours doing homework
hourspocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1076282076526339412004-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:002004-02-08T15:16:21.810-08:00HE WAS A PUNK...SHE DID BALLET...they yell. I'm laughing, though I should be annoyed that the rest of the team thinks it's possible to rock out to "sk8ter boi". I remember back when the only thing Tif (The Insane Flagwaver) and I agreed on was the stupidity of that song (except that he actually went around wearing a board proclaiming his hatred of the song).
I know dance has changed me, I notice pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075941147869227432004-02-04T16:32:00.000-08:002004-02-04T16:34:08.950-08:00Tap-dancing in the rain, tap-dancing in the main hall at school during lunch, it's all right. Now I just have to figure out how to not care on the important stuff, though when I think about it, there's not much at stake at this point.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075940975438734612004-02-04T16:29:00.000-08:002004-02-04T16:31:16.560-08:001/4 of the latest issue of the school newspaper dedicated to sports. The other 3/4 completely part of the school's propaganda ("plan a non-extreme senior prank"), trying to make us think we have freedom with an opinions (and I use this term loosely) section.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075940460972626572004-02-04T16:21:00.000-08:002004-02-04T16:22:42.200-08:00Superheroes for a new age:
Mister Rogers: If only he could have become a political advisor, jumping in to save the day in his specially designed sweater cape to encourage politicians to love, and that what makes them special is what's inside them, not what's beside them (money). Although he probably would have been classified as a national security threat precisely because of that.
Super ZZZ: A pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075540220089524812004-01-31T01:10:00.000-08:002004-01-31T01:33:54.593-08:00Mock Democratic Convention (or Me Feeling Retarded or When BS Won't Suffice, Use the Finger or Why Doesn't that Guy have Shoes?)
The girl with headphones in the corner is reading...a Russian novel. I begin to feel that I am way in over my head here, until Floaty comes over and tells me that she doesn't know anything about our state either. It's good to know we're all BS-ing together.
"There's pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075252255937454742004-01-27T17:10:00.000-08:002004-01-27T17:12:29.356-08:00The Sellout Test, not to be taken seriously or after eating
Cry those gothic tears, Faiz.
Ugh, it seemed that every conversation I had today centered around "sellouts". Kid next to me in Spanish class, in an attempt not to appear like a sellout, tried to describe (we were doing an activity where we were given pictures of famous people and asked to describe them in Spanish: El es ____ tambien ___)pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1075250988325942062004-01-27T16:49:00.000-08:002004-01-27T16:51:21.216-08:00I often don't know if dance has crippled me or set me free. Cult or club, you know? I suspect both, and it's good, whichever it is. At some point, you don't even care that it's a cult. We had the first winter competition on Saturday. No ghost-eye drums and rain-mist, but at least our lips weren't turning blue as we pretended it was a gorgeous Florida afternoon.
Sunday we went to a rehearsal of pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074933604253787042004-01-24T00:40:00.000-08:002004-01-24T00:41:33.606-08:00In the way that most normal people follow sporting events, my parents follow my SAT scores. Or, currently, PSAT scores. Except, rather than shouting, drinking beer, and eating peanuts, my parents think they must have been bad parents or something, and adopt the facial expression of parents whose children have just been escorted home by the police.
The verbal scores lulled my mother into a sense pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074744218173247792004-01-21T20:03:00.000-08:002004-01-21T20:05:05.840-08:00"You look so...um...Asia Asian, Barbie." Lesson learned: never let your grandmother cut your hair, even though it did look kind of "cawaaaaaiiiii"(Eric was talking about the Japanese-wannabes who spell it with a "c"), in an anime-type way. Plans underway to find Barbie "AzN pRyDe, Ya BeTtEr ReCoGnIzE" posters/stickers. In her future...I see...99 Ranch...Pocky...biographies of Gandhi...
More on pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074408255936043842004-01-17T22:44:00.000-08:002004-01-17T22:45:39.356-08:00Brigitta points to a red dress with a black sheer layer on top and a flower on the shoulder strap.
"Maybe I should get one of those, how much is it?"
It's cheap, being a factory warehouse store.
She's plans to use red shimmer eye shadow. This is Brigitta.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074407876072852432004-01-17T22:37:00.000-08:002004-01-17T22:39:19.560-08:00Mock democratic convention, we're going to another meeting at PSU in a few weeks, so I hung around the message board. Once again, I wonder. These people have usernames like "burnittotheground" and "HeilBush", their buddy icon thingies (avatars) are drag queens and pictures of Shane McGowan. Yet, once they hit thirty, they will most likely have a job that requires an attache case, and the pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074406687140966792004-01-17T22:18:00.000-08:002004-01-17T22:19:30.810-08:00The three ways of life, embodied by the janitorial staff at our school:
He asks his mop to be his queen, and bows gracefully, then breaks into a hip-swinging, shoulder-shrugging, head-wagging explosion of movement. They watch through the window and congregate in a laughing blob, but I admire him. I could never be a janitor and dance.
Push the glasses up, gotta go, can't stay. Pant and sigh and pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074381574773240502004-01-17T15:19:00.000-08:002004-01-17T21:47:20.060-08:00Glass-box week---you know, one of those where you're so detached from the world you can almost feel the cool glassy walls of the prison you're carrying around.
Half-listened to Raye's annoyance at Good Charlotte and Simple Plan (OK, bring on the virtual rotten tomatoes). Zoned out as Chavi and Hoodi continued their campaign ("You're still the same old you...right?" is the new mantra of choice pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1074155125105469982004-01-15T00:25:00.000-08:002004-01-15T00:26:45.733-08:00Blogger ate (hopefully temporarily) part of my template code (or maybe I stupidly and accidentally deleted part of it), and therefore recent posts. So, testing, 1, 2, 3.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073718225617561832004-01-09T23:03:00.000-08:002004-01-10T23:46:59.390-08:00Aw, thanks, Dad, a calendar for the new year, and it has beautiful pictures of docks and quaint little cottages (ugh, I accidentally typed "colleges").
Oh wait, what's this in the foreground, a large bottle of Corona?
Apparently, it's not part of the scenery because there is a bottle of Corona on every page, with a banner at the bottom extolling the virtues of Corona.
However, I am not swayed by pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073668942068241912004-01-09T09:22:00.000-08:002004-01-09T09:35:23.373-08:00"It looks like crack," Barbie chuckled.
Indeed, it did not yet look like snow.
The wind whacked it around like thin ribbons of smoke, and I started thinking that I might actually have to do my homework.
What kept us out of school for almost a week was the layer of ice on top of the snow. Even though it started out wonderful, it reached a point where I had already been frozen through many times pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073451040477335912004-01-06T20:50:00.000-08:002004-01-09T09:32:49.420-08:00
our fall showpocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073275016882739122004-01-04T19:56:00.000-08:002004-01-04T19:58:06.983-08:00I wonder how mad cow disease will affect the people on the Atkins diet. What if non-beef populations run out and the Atkins diet people start consuming endangered species?!
The way I see it, the Atkins diet is popular because it makes people happy and guiltfree---it would work even if it didn't have proven weight loss results.
Mad cow disease could also become popular---humans do like to take pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073274627691297652004-01-04T19:50:00.000-08:002004-01-04T19:51:37.873-08:00warning: pointless rant
Having degenerated into a lazy blob of fat, drool, and pocketlint, I have no desire to return to school.
The teachers at our school are always telling us that our school is very progressive, yet students are strongly discouraged (in the form of electric cattleprods and iron maidens...jk) from experimentation of the harmless sort, probably because "experimentation" is pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073084404040591442004-01-02T15:00:00.000-08:002004-01-02T20:24:18.826-08:00Over time, groups of people develop ways of communicating, languages, and within those, dialects. Even within family groups, there are unique ways of describing or referring to certain things. Here are some my family uses:
When I was in London---exaggerating. My mom had a college professor who would always recount his experiences in London, when, in reality, he had only passed over London in an pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1073003454164991632004-01-01T16:30:00.000-08:002004-01-02T14:54:11.420-08:00SNOW!
I ran through the house, screaming the news, waking my little sister up and taking her to the window. Snow was gripping our neighbor's car like some strange animal skin. It drooped from the tiny pears budding on the tree. It was beautiful, and I jumped into it and swam.
There hasn't been snow like this since 1995(?), the year our family took in a stranger who had jumped off a boat.
So I pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072954603061461142004-01-01T02:56:00.000-08:002004-01-01T02:57:50.310-08:00New Years' Eve. Like normal people, I spent most of the day excitedly reading computer programming books, trying to memorize Beethoven songs, and watching Chinese serial TV shows. 'Nuff said.pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072691957281481822003-12-29T01:59:00.000-08:002003-12-29T02:00:20.686-08:00It's time to let go. The smell of the rancid milk (well, it was normal milk when spilled in my backpack a few months ago...) has become familiar, if a bit nauseating. But taking a deep breath, I moved on and began cleaning the junk out of the backpack in preparation for the washing *tear*. I dragged out bread that had grown green mold, and, under it, bread that had grown black(!) mold. I briefly pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072513535970510742003-12-27T00:25:00.000-08:002003-12-27T00:26:37.793-08:00Most people actually have a reason for putting holes through themselves. Fine, it's plain, only one ear, through the lobe, off-center because I did it myself.
But anyway, I was bored because it's winter break, and curious about whether or not it would hurt. So, I took this corny blunt (bad idea there) earring that I found, and with kind of a ripping noise, it went through halfway. So then I stuckpocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072477005922524052003-12-26T14:16:00.000-08:002003-12-26T14:17:47.450-08:00Well, I figured out that it is winter break because:
-have gone to too many "parties" for my own good. Parties: opportunities for parents to brag about kids, food that is surprisingly edible once you get beyond the tentacles and extra eyeballs, "suggesting" (vicelike grip on arm) that the "kids" play Christmas songs on the piano (really just another opportunity to brag)
-I have been wearing the pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072431580899021352003-12-26T01:39:00.000-08:002003-12-26T01:40:41.576-08:00I decided to go to sleep, and wake up to open the Christmas presents.
Parents kept the store open, convenience stores are convenient because they are always open. Gas stations, they're open too. Might be interesting to see what kind of Christmas dinner lazy people could put together.
Faiz points out that I only have to make it past New Year's now. I was talking to myself, trying to come up with pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072345957216042572003-12-25T01:52:00.000-08:002003-12-25T01:53:37.546-08:00The way to cheat is to stay up past midnight. Ha, it's Christmas now, bring on the presents.
I just got back from The Last Christmas. I know it's not the last, that Shawna will come visit, but technically, it is the last.
Shawna starts us off by stealing all the beer and suggesting that we play a drinking game. Instead, we eat, and watch The Medallion to pass the time. It was a horrible movie.
pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072240135623048662003-12-23T20:28:00.000-08:002003-12-23T20:31:19.840-08:00Spent the night at Shirley's, then went to see Lord of the Rings. I think I didn't get the full effect because Ziling kept pointing out racism and sexism in the movie, and ways the fighting strategy could be improved. It was good though, almost cried, but settled for making sarcastic comments instead.
Faxon is not back from Canada yet. Lucky her. Canada has green-tea flavored ice cream, giant pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072142412799118812003-12-22T17:20:00.000-08:002003-12-22T17:23:21.233-08:00Sent out gifts. I didn't want to do the "seasons greetings" stuff...here are snippets from some cards and notes :
Yes, chocolate is unoriginal, but it can make the world a better place. If more people tried to OD on chocolate rather than prescription drugs, they would die slowly of heart disease and cavities, rather than immediately.
Our family is doing well, except for my dad, who is pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1072001997525195862003-12-21T02:19:00.000-08:002003-12-21T02:20:53.640-08:00Counterculture hippie
Feeling groovy was
Job training for
Insurance
Republican vote
2.5 kids
Scotch tape the wounds
Cold hard facts say the
World can't heal pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1071972981463403562003-12-20T18:16:00.000-08:002003-12-21T01:34:24.623-08:00pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1071971145074744242003-12-20T17:45:00.000-08:002003-12-21T01:34:49.670-08:00As many people know, I do pretty well at making people feel bad, and the holidays seem to bring out the scrooge in me. But, there are a few lines I generally do not cross between Thanksgiving and Valentines day:
1. I don't usually tell females they look like Russell Crowe when they squint, no matter how much they do. Along the same lines, I do not tell jocks that they resemble Subject, no matter pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1071877083643344562003-12-19T15:38:00.000-08:002003-12-19T15:38:58.200-08:00"What's wrong with them?"
I would smile at them, and they would scuttle into the shadows, or glare, or cross to the other side of the road, looking back over their shoulders.
They couldn't afford to smile, with the non-existent windows letting out the light.
But it seems that the non-smiling phenomenon has spread to everyone now. Don't stop. Don't smile. Maybe then they won't harvest your organspocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432091.post-1071876585118228212003-12-19T15:29:00.000-08:002003-12-19T15:30:39.750-08:00Brigitta says that I have a fever, so ignore my gibberish.
Let the sky bleed for fallen angels, shoved out broken to be nursed by revenge.
And life goes on. Ponder the starving questions of the world, chasing your tail in circles. And life goes on. Walk past, avoid eye contact at all costs, what are their motives?
And life goes on. pocketlinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501768185099979892noreply@blogger.com