So, no more homework... I brought home a bunch of my books, and today was really just a breeze... Man... I can't believe seventh grade is over so soon... Just one and a half days left of school...
Also, is nobody else gonna comment on my last entry? I'd really appreciate comments...
Speaking of dreams, I keep having superhero related dreams. They just appear randomly. And somethimes they're not even real, just spat up from my subconscious. Now, if I could remember these heroes, I could make a fortune off of them. Especially since I've been working on a superhero project of my own that a few of you readers know about.
I saw Spider-Man 3 again last night, with my dad and sister. I liked it, as I did before. It was really fun to get to see it, we went to the 6:45 showing, and got home at about 9:20 or something. Woo. And when we came out of the theater, the moon was in the sky, and it was just a beautiful night... Mmmn...
*GASP* I just realized... I theorized like a maniac over how Harry Osborn could be alive after SM3 and obsessed over details... I'm crazy for comics and sci-fi and horror and fantasy and whatnot and I'll spend endless time speculationg over them... And thus the only conclusion that these facts lead to is a grim and disturbing one... I have... FANBOYISM!
I must lock myself away before I infect others! It's contagious! Horribly contagious! Who knows how far the virus has spread... Ah, who am I kidding, fanboyism's fun.
So today my mom was helping out the church with operating a stand selling food, to make money. It was a complete downpour, though my dad took me and my sister there. I got a hot dog, along with some chips. However, I discovered a discolored spot on my hot dog. Upon prodding it, I saw it was some sort of blister-like pocket of fluid. Thusly, I had it popped. The downpour drove us inside, where I proceeded to remove the part of hot dog with the blister thing's remains. I put ketchup on the rest of my hot dog and ate it.
Then, my dad, my sister, and I went down town to look around in an athletic clothing store to get my sister some stuff, look around in a funny gift store, and get some stuff from Starbucks.
In other news, there's a great comic book you should check your local comic book store for. It's called Hero by Night. Long story short, a superhero disappears in the 50's, and 50 years later, his lair and diaries are discovered by a guy who attempts to sell them, only to gain the attention of an old adversary of the hero looking to even a score. It's by D.J. Coffman and Jason Embury, and it's published by Platinum Studios. Very good. It also has an online prequel, in the form of the journals of the missing hero, showing his exploits. Very good webcomic, it ended around the time the first issue hit the stores. It has great artwork and a good plot. The sort of stuff I'd rank alongside Batman: The Animated Series. Just thought I'd share this with you guys.
I got my braces yesterday, and they hurt. Bad. Very bad. It took about two hours to get them on... I got to sleep in since I was having the day off (my teeth would be hurting pretty bad after the operation)... I found out there's a bunch of foods I can't have, and I'm ticked... And I also can't have much Diet Coke, or soda in general, since chemicals in it weaken the cement holding my braces to my teeth. Nutttts.
And it hurts still. I'm taking Tylenol and stuff, but it still hurts. Even soft foods... *sigh* And I have a cankersore in my mouth, agitated by the braces.
In other news, one classmate stabbed another with a pen today. He was goofing around and he stabbed the guy five times in the back with a pen, and it penetrated the clothing. He got in trouble, of course. This happened in Science class, right next to me. Literally, the guy sat near me and he was sitting there when he got stabbed.
Well, yesterday, when my mom was driving my dad and I home from town, I found a piece of paper tucked into the spot where the cupholder can retract to when I put it up, and I unfolded it. It looked like my sister's handwriting, on it. It said:
Jesus loves me, yes he does, but he HATES Jackie.
And on it was a crude drawing of somebody, who I figured to be this Jackie person. I showed the picture to my mom, and she laughed extremely hard. Apparently this Jackie girl was somebody who insulted my sister at church. Mom showed it to my dad, who laughed even harder.
And the moral of this is: My, what a wonderful little creature my sister is.
Today I went to see Hot Fuzz with my dad, since my sister was gonna have a bunch of irritating friends over. Holy [insert obscene interjection of choice], that was a great movie. It was just so witty and well written, and it did a fine job nailing action movie stereotypes. Made by the guys who did Shaun of the Dead, also. Simon Pegg was great. Then my dad and I went to the mall, and browsed around. We visited a music store, and looked around for a while, and I got two CDs, a They Might Be Giants CD and a Mindless Self Indulgence CD. Dad got some jazz and blues compilations. We looked around for a while more, and then we ate pizza at Bertucci's and had a great conversation. Following that, we left the mall and it was raining a bit. Took us a while to get home, there was nasty traffic.
I was thinking, earlier today, and I realized something: World War III may have already occured and we don't know it. Technology and strategy and politics and the internet and war have become so interwoven that we may have just had WW3.5, and we aren't aware of it because it's being fought in a whole different way.
That clerk at Wal-Mart who hands you your change back funny! He may be the leader of a world wide conspiracy and he isn't even aware of it! Just by pressing one button on the register, he may be giving the order to his unknowing agents to set in motion an event that will cause the 2028 Digital Wars between New Franceland and the Newly and Unwittingly Independent State of Oklahoma! Nothing is a certainty! Life has become so complicated that now people who believe they are part of one thing turn out to be cogs in an entirely different thing.
We might be living different identities than even we think we are. The sovereign country of Wal-Mart may be seceding from the country-within-a-country of Floyd Gilkosmeeden's Lawn while the peacekeeping group Google may be fighting the evil super-corporation the United Nations which is waging war on the United Alliance of Some Hobos and a Piece of Toe Jam, currently embroiled with its own military offense against Paris, and yet everything will appear to be and operate as what we think it is on the surface, while it is really no more than a complex set of machinations disguising and tricking everything a hundred thousand million billion trillion times over in reverse halfway through to the middle of the beginning of the end.
You cannot confirm what you know. You cannot deny what you didn't know before you knew that somebody knew that they didn't know what you knew you would know if they happened to know what you thought you knew before you knew now what you know they know you didn't know when you knew what wasn't quite precisely but really in fact was new when they knew that you didn't know it knew it would know it was old when you knew. Really.
I just realized that this sounds like Fox Mulder mixed with a bit more crazy.
Cool.
In other news, I went on a walk with my dad today. The conversation we had was the basis for this entry.
I watched Terminator 3 with my dad last night. We had fun watching it, and laughed at the funny parts. It was nice to watch it with him. I had to get my homework done to watch it with him, also.
Today at school, my day was alright. I had math first class, but the double period was cut short by about thirty minutes when we went to the auditorium for certain people to talk about these photos we took with objects or concepts beginning with a certain letter. I was one of those people. My letter that I had gotten was 'M', so I came up with 'Manmade', and for the photo I held up one of my huge shoes next to my head.
Then I had the dull spectacle of English. Urgh. Not quite fun at all in any semblance or way.
Then, lunch. It was a weird Mexican cuisine themed one, and there were paper place mats put on all the cafeteria tables. The lunch period was extended, and we went in late. We went in, however, to the auditorium once more, to watch a movie. We saw Invincible, which was okay but isn't really that superb. I sat in the back, and the guys near me were chatting a lot. I made jokes to a friend of mine next to me through the movie, and it was an okay experience.
Then, we were sent to last period classes, though we just had about fifteen minutes left of them... I idly passed my time... I considered staying after school, but my mom was going to be too busy to pick me up...
I took the bus home, and my friend (who's also my neighbor) came over to my house, and we worked on some old comic concepts for a while. That was great... It seems like just last year that we'd come up with those concepts, yet here we are now, you know? Anyways, we chatted, had some sodas, and drew, and then we got to talking about Terminator, and he asked if we could watch Terminator 3, so I put in the DVD so we could watch, though first I showed him the 'Sgt. Candy' deleted scene. However, when he mentioned that he had never seen the original Terminator, I rushed to get the DVD and took out the T3 DVD, and put the T1 DVD in and we watched a big part of it. I explained a lot of things to him, and our watching was interrupted when he had to go back home for something. But we'll resume it tomorrow or Sunday, maybe. It was awesome watching it with him.
Attention: I made a topic for my POTC themed "I think we're alone now" parody, called "I think we're just bones now". Go check it out. Now.
I watched T2 on Saturday with my mom, and it was a great movie. I've seen it before, of course. I loved the plot, characters, action, humor, and special effects, which all hold up to this day. Robert Patrick was great as the T-1000, plus the scenes with the Terminator and John bonding (I watched the extended cut) were really good, and in the end when the Terminator made a thumbs up as he descended into the lava was great... And then I stayed up late and watched the original Terminator movie and T2 again on my DVD player. Wheeeeeee. And the next day I got Terminator 3 from the Blockbuster and watched that. And watched it again later that night.
In other news, a ton of my spacers have come out... I'm getting really annoyed, it's so stupid... They aren't worth the trouble and now since I have to have three or four of them reinserted, they won't even do anything. Argh. Stoooopid spacers... Ah well, at least they won't be as bad as braces...
So, I went to Blockbuster with my mom and I rented Terminator and Terminator 2, which are some of my favorite movies. I stayed up late and watched Terminator on my DVD player, in my bedroom. Woo. The special effects are still very good, it didn't need any embellishing at all. And I'll watch T2: Judgement Day later today... Yep, I'm up in the middle of the night... Caffeine is my bestest friend now. Also, I figured I should watch those films again (though I haven't seen T3 yet) since the rights to the Terminator franchise have been bought, and a new movie is in the very early planning stages. Y'know. I just felt like it, and I couldn't remember any good movies my friends recommended.
Anyways... Friday was eeeeeeeasy. We had a music assembly that lasted about two periods, starting at first period, and then we had really short classes that were extremely easy. I had to give my presentation in Science class, and it was fine. Then, I had French, where our class watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the 1971 version) dubbed in French, with subtitles... There were some bad dubs, but mostly the translations were fine. They accidentally translated part of a song, but they weren't supposed to, seeing as the French equivalent for the lyrics doesn't rhyme.
Then I went to Drama... That was actually boring. Very. Very. Very. So. Very. Incredibly. Unendingly. Dull. And. Boring. Boring games. So very boring. Horrifically dull. Made my brain scream inside my head and try to claw its way out, but it realized it was safer, albeit more bored, inside my skull.
Then I had to see the school counselor, like I do every Friday, last period. This time it wasn't very pleasant. He was really being irritating. I pretty much cold shouldered him, and gave him this angry glare for over twenty minutes and thought various things I won't bother to reprint here.
Also, one of my spacers accidentally came out. Nuts. It'll be put back in Wednesday, my mom made an appointment. I called my mom on the phone immediately after it came out in class.
Today's irreplaceable kernel of wisdom, kids:
"If it weren't for cynicists, optimists would still be lining up at the cliffsides and trying to fly by flapping their arms, believing that this time it would work."
I went to the dentist to get little rubber discs inserted between some of my teeth today. That's to help put in the braces somehow. Hurts like heck, still. I'm just rather numb. Hurrah.
Attention: It has come to my notice that love is merely no more than electrons floating inside a piece of meat called a 'brain'. It may be to your advantages to alleviate yourselves from any of the social illusions known as 'romance' before unplesantries arise from the fact that we are all insignificant and nobody will remember any of us even just one hundred years from now. And that all our emotions are is cover for basic, mindless instinct that overrides our precious 'logic'. Knowledge is power, people... And absolute power corrupts absolutely. Not that you should be ignorant... That's even worse. Also, if you read my blog, you are probably not an ignoant person.
I'm dealing with a poser lately... They're so ignorant... They make up all these see-through lies you wouldn't believe... The people around me believe it though, unfortunately, which isn't great. I don't really have the heart to expose the poser for what they are, since I would be devoured alive by the mob. They'd rip me to pieces and call me a cruel, callous monster. Which I am, but not in the sense I'd lie in that sort of situation if it were real (and not a poser's story). Daaaaaang, huh?
Remember, always remember, this valuable, priceless piece of wisdom that will serve you well in just about every situation:
Silence is golden, duct tape is silver. Never forget this.
No, really, that should come in handy. Just so long as you have a roll of the silver wonder, you should be well off in any scenario, even one involving giant maggot space toasters from the planet Gllllllokkanyockurghckn'yob M'spoo l'hoorgnoghflorgck.
And another tidbit of wisdom: "Roses are red, violets are blue, but they both hurt when they're jabbed into your eyes."
Some more:
"It doesn't count as felony if nobody catches you."
"Richard Simmons is not human. The only way to ward him off is by throwing a bag of cheese puffs at him. That or mocking his choice of songs for his "sweating to the oldies" tapes."
"When in doubt, blame somebody else."
"Have I ever explained the benefits of being a human shield to you?"
I's confuzzled... Even if a woodchuck could chuck wood, why would a woodchuck chuck it?Wouldn't the woodchuck upchuck what he chucked when he chucked the wood? I mean, wood's not something most mammals can eat... So, would calling a woodchuck a woodchuck be libel or something? And what if we're pressuring them to do what they can't by giving them that name? Man, just with one word we may be destroying a whole species and then the ecosystem... I think... Whatever, cool!
More standardized testing today... Agh... Ah well... My brain will dissolve inside my skull and drip out my eyes, but maybe I'll avoid the boredom for a while...
I had to wake up to the alarm clock gremlin's screeching yet again, whence I proceeded to haul my sorry body down from bed, dress, and use the bathroom. From there, I went to the kitchen, where I poured some Diet Coke into a bottle to drink during MCAS today. Then, I packed my stuff so I wouldn't have to hurry up later. I then proceeded to use the computer and access various sites of interest, until 6:40, at which time I shut down the computer, grabbed the sack that is normally affixed to my back, and ran out the door faster than a speeding bullet and whatnot to reach the bus stop. And thusly I rode to school and ended up here.
Oh joy, today we get to suffer some more MCAS. This week we have Social Studies. Greaaaaaaaat... Ah well, I suppose I should do well, I hope... At least I won't have much homework this week, that's a bonus. Plus today will be really easy, I have Reading for Fun, Assisted Study, Drama, and then MCAS, then lunch, then more MCAS. Nur.
I had to drag myself out of bed today, I'm extra-super-mega sleepy... I feel so outright lumpy and whatnot, I wish I had more time to sleep... I didn't have any dreams, either. After the alarm daemon sounded off, I grumbled and lay in bed for a moment or two, then got down from my loft bed and dressed. Then I packed up and scurried to the bus stop.
The Virgina Tech shootings are a tragedy. Innocent lives were taken by somebody and that can never be repaired. But what's sickening is the media circus unfolding now. The search for blame begins, and the media will move from thing to thing, leeching it dry. They will blame the shooter's parents, spouting out irrelevant things about the family as if they mattered. They will blame musicians for it and their music too, hounding them for sinfulness and blasphemy and all that junk. The teachers will be blamed, for not intervening or figuring out he was dangerous. The college will be blamed, perhaps rightly, for not taking the proper steps after the first two shootings. Video games will be blamed for instilling violence in the shooter and corrupting his mind and the usual junk. Blaming everything for this horrific slaughter but the shooter himself. It is shameful and disrespectful to the memories of the victims, and insulting to the families and friends of the victims, to put the even on parade like this and make it into a great big spectacle, on squeaky wheels greased with blood. The media is peddling its misinformation and infotainment around just to make money. This happened with Columbine. This happened with John Mark Karr. This happened with so many other events. It's disgusting. It trivializes the absolute tragedy and sadness of the event and cheapens it for profit. It's just wrong.
I went to see it yesterday, and I liked it. Lots of the same great sort of humor, and great animation. The jokes were funny, and the plot was witty and clever... I think that Weird Al should have gotten a role in Shrek 3... That would have been absolutely terrific if he did... I mean, come on, a ton of other people have gotten roles... Even Regis Philbin and Justin Timberlake. Weird Al would be perfect... Man, I love the Shrek movies. I wish I could say more, but I would spoil it for everybody... Which I would do, but I don't feel like it. So consider yourselves lucky.
I had to work on this stupid science project yesterday... I had to build a bridge out of spaghetti... Blech. However, it went fast, and we actually didn't end up using the spaghetti, but other pasta instead. Dry, of course. Lots of glue and tape involved. Argh. I had to make a model of the Calvin Coolidge bridge... *sigh* If it doesn't fail, I'll be happy.
YES! YEEEEEES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! LUCKY DAY, LUCKY DAY, LUCKY DAY, WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S TRUE! IT'S TRUE! IT'S FINALLY COMING OUT! YES! YEEEHA! I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEES! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! *dances* YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES! FINALLY! FINALLY! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! HAHA! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YEAH! HAPPY DAY! HAPPY DAY! HAPPY DAAAAAAAAAAAY! *pumps arms up and down* BLIZZARD IS FINALLY MAKING THE GAME! YYYYYYES! AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM SO HAPPY THAT MY HEAD COULD EXPLODE! YAAAAAY! WOOHOO! ZERG! PROTOSS! TERRANS! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP WHOOP! *SMEE* Ohhhhhh my... I've been waiting SO long... Lookie...
Anyways, I went to Clown Town with my dad and sister, and it was fun. My sister and I went on the Sizzler, and it was great. I came prepared, with money and a coat to keep me dry. We wandered around and talked, and then my sister and I got in line for the Octopus, a ride with eight pod-things that whirled around, up and down, while our dad got some more tickets for the rides. It took a while for my sister and I to get our turn, and even then it took a while for everybody to be loaded on. Then, it started up and my sister was absolutely terrified until she finally started laughing and having fun. It was exhilarating, and we enjoyed it. We walked around some more, and then I played a game where the prizes were framed pictures. I won a small prize, and I chose a picture of an adorable kitten, and gave it to my sister. Then my sister and I went on a ride that pinned you to the walls of the inside with centrifugal force, and spun at rapid rates, tilted. We grabbed some food, and then went on the Sizzler again before coming home. Yay.
I say it's National Anger Day, so go give people you don't like a piece of your mind, from the hostile section of it. Yeah, that's an order... *hisses* Go be mean to the guy who cut you in line at the coffee place last week. Talk smack about the mom of the person who always breaks into your locker and steals your favorite snack from your lunch. Push that arrogant guy who never shuts up and never gets punished by teachers for being a bully to the side. Tell the chatty, superficial girl who sits behind you in Math to shut up. Assert your hostility and your wish for your day not to be ruined by an irritating or dumb person just once... Political correctness be blasted like it was a target at an NRA meeting. Let out all your irritation and aggression and channel it into verbal rage at your antagonists. I reserve the right to be angry at the sensibility impaired.
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*phew* Man I needed to get that out of my system. Don't you just hate when you're told to sit and endure it when you're suffering from some bullying punk ruining everything? And don't you just wish you could lash out at all the people who've crossed you? I believe everybody here shares those sentiments... Unless you're the type of person who doesn't read my blog because you're the type of person I dislike heavily, then you won't know what I'm talking about and you'll just go give somebody like me a reason to wish they could do what I talked about in the third sentence. Not in a violent way, just in a 'I'm sick of it, [insert insult here], so quit it or you'll get more of this' way.
*After a long break*
I just went to a great restaurant in town, and now I'm going to our annual town fair, called Clown Town. It's fun- Great rides, and of course candy. Smee. I love the ride called 'The Sizzler', it's so thrilling but actually safe- Especially after it was repaired and all and more after a guy was killed riding a ride like that a few years ago.
*after another break* Wow, Clown Town was fun. I rode the Sizzler around four times, and it was great. It was rainy and wet, but I came prepared and insulated, so I wasn't very uncomfy. My mom gave me a bunch of money to buy tickets for the rides and stuff, and her cell phone to call her when I wanted to be picked up. I meandered around between rides on the Sizzler, and there weren't too many people there. I played a game but didn't win a prize, got a snack, and hung out with a classmate and some friends of his from somewhere other than our school.
It's raining heavily. I'm exceptionally groggy. I feel cranky. I don't like the fact that the blog staff -removed- and closed my entries. I don't like that I had to get up out of my bed. I don't like that I'll have to run faster than Forrest Gump in the rain to get to my bus stop. I don't like the fact that I have MCAS again today. I don't like the fact that this testing will start immediately at first period. I don't like that I have to go to French class, today. I don't like that I feel so absolutely exhausted.
Hmm...
I need a method to excise my anger...
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Well, I haven't dusted off the ol' 'Guide to Horrific and Disturbing Revenge' in a while... Better brush up on my insane monologues.
Words of wisdom time: "If patience is a virtue, but serial killers aren't virtuous, how can they wait all that time between their attacks, for whole years? Sounds like we're being told to do what the media already does and idolize them as virtuous figures... Okay."
Alright, so most of you know by now that everybody's not-really-at-all-favorite woman of questionable repute is in jail, correct? I was talking to my dad about that today while we were in the mall getting presents for my mom for mother's day, and I realized something: Paris is idolized by young girls because she has fancy phones, fancy cars, desirable objects, boyfriends, and money. Girls, and other people too of course, want these things. But Paris has these things because everybody else has one, albeit in most cases not as expensive. And since a rich and famous celebrity has those items, the young girls want them too so they can look "cool". And since they buy them, they have them, and their friends and peers see the items and want some too, so they buy them, and since everybody else has one, Paris will have one. And if all that stuff that she has is "cool", then those same girls will think her behavior is. Therefore the impressionable masses are likely to imitate her. And their friends will imitate them to look "cool" as well. And since it's popular, celebrities like Paris will do it, and more imitation will follow. A neverending cycle, isn't it? And once Paris burns out, Lindsey Lohan or some other talentless star will take her place.
And it won't just be young people who imitate celebrities. Business people, middle class people, workers, various sorts will imitate the imitators or the source itself and act as secondary influences, acting as other role models for the sort of people who imitate what they see and such. Therefore the pattern of celebrity behavior will forever live on, recycled and rerouted and turned this way and that and whatnot, most apparent in the top and bottom levels, the celebrities and the imitators.
Celebrity worship is so much like reincarnation in freaky ways. I have too much time to think, don't I?
Apparently, everybody's favorite nitwitted blond is "traumatized" by having to go to jail. Oh no, poor, rich, arrogant Paris! How ever shall she do without her expensive, skimpy dresses tailor-made for anorexic sticks with IQs lower than Antarctica's lowest temperatures? And she'll... *gasp* chafe her skin on the rough prison beds without her herbal miracle shampoo and conditioner! And mixing with the common folk, too! The horror of it all![/sarcasm]
Really, she needs to get over the fact that this little thing called a "law" keeps her from doing whatever she wants, most of it absolutely stupid pursuits. She's pouting over being served some justice instead of a martini, and she's going to drag the case on for as long as she can. What's she going to do, go Emo? "Oh, woe is me, I don't have any caviar here and I'm actually expected to act like I'm not better than all these losers, and I can't get a good tan, and I feel so empty inside, boo hoo hoo, and I'm gonna go write bad poetry about it and try to slit my wrists, even though my nails are cracked and I have no makeup!"
She deserves to go to jail...
Anyways, I had to go see my psychiatrist or whatever today... Agh, I hate that, I hate the person, it's so aggravating... She keeps trying to bring up issues I've already solved, and I'm losing my tolerance for it. Already lost it, I guess. She's so agitating, and all it does is make me angry instead of helping me. Rargh!
Aha. A change has occured. Loss of one factor, leaving a closing space for a million more to try and squeeze into. Perhaps for the better, a shift in the winds. Of course, it will probably just bring radioactive fallout. It remains to be seen whether the arbitrarily nonauthoritative cells of the hypocritical oxymoronic self contradictory ones will be struck with structural decay or not.
So, the world's not-at-all-really-so-favorite blonde blunderer will only serve 23 days due to "good behavior". So wait, what, does going into withdrawl from not having her daily fix of expensive makeup, items, and pets with really dumb sounding names and weird species names and refusing to realize she's even worse than the "common folk" count as "good behavior"? Man, it's like Arkham Asylum, in Gotham City in the DC world. The villains are admitted, and then faster than you can say "bad decision", they're out the door and pronounced 'sane' (or, in this case, 'served the neccessary time'). Revolving door justice, anyone? I was hoping Paris would be banished from the public view for longer...
I can just imagine what Paris would be saying. "Ooh, it's like a vacation! Except it's in a grungy place full of criminals and there aren't any hunky waiters! Heehee! And I'm too ditzy and dull-brained to figure out what I did wrong, not that I care! Once I get out I'm gonna drink a big bottle of teck- tuch- um, whatever, I'm gonna drink a big bottle of a foreign drink with a funny name I can't pronounce! Ooh! Stereotypes! Heehee!"
Hey, I wonder, is she even in jail yet, or is she still going through a billion legal procedures before she's sent there? It would really figure if she got reduced time on good behavior when she's still in court making a fuss and hasn't even gone to jail yet.
It's raining out right now, and we've been getting lots of lightning and thunder. Awesome, I really like that sort of weather except for when the power goes out.
Anyways, today we had the first of two Math MCAS standardized testing sessions. Next week we have History MCAS. Had the first four periods to do them. I worked on them all for a while and took my sweet time, being that I wanted to stay careful. Some questions were tough, but of course that's why there are mathematical procedures. After I finished, I read Watchmen (I like rereading graphic novels and comic books a number of times immediately after getting them), and went to lunch later on.
I then had Drama, and we played this game where one person threw an imaginary knife at somebody, and they had to catch it between their hands and send it to somebody else or else they were dead, and that person had to do the same, and so on. It took a long time for me to die. And then we played a game called 'Park Bench', where one person is a normal person who gets hassled by a crazy person, and the crazy person's job is to drive the normal person away from the bench. I enjoyed playing the crazy person, I got to go twice. I played a deranged geezer who was ranting insanely first, and then a wacked-out junkie with a hangover, and succeeded in my goal in both cases. I also played a normal person... Not as fun.
In Phys Ed, I had to run a lap and then I went on to do the Long Jump, and I scored fairly well. The lap around the track made me lose my breath and my lungs, though.
Then French class. We all wrote cards for this kid named Shane who has leukemia and wants to break the world record for the amount of birthday cards sent. It was interesting doing this, about the whole school did it, it was brought up at lunch by the student council. Then we did some stuff about the next chapter of our textbook.
Now I'm here writing this after dinner, and I watched an episode of the Simpsons a while ago... Heheh... One of the best quotes from that show of all time is "Bonjjjjjjour, ye cheese eatin' surrender monkeys," from Willy the Scottish janitor and groundskeeper.
After my relatives came over for Mother's Day, I spent some time online, and then went to bed late. And I got no sleep. I tried to fall asleep but I couldn't. I was up for an extremely long time. I tried drinking lots of water, but that didn't work. I tried plenty of things, but got no sleep. To pass the time sometimes, I read The Watchmen, and finished it this way. And I still couldn't get to sleep. It was just so agitating... My body felt ready to shut down but I couldn't get to sleep... I kept feeling ready, and I felt so tired, yet I just couldn't go to sleep. I didn't get any rest at all that night. I was awake at 5:00 AM and I saw it was already shining outside, and I still couldn't sleep. My alarm clock went off at 5:54 AM, and I was awake for that as well. I had a sore throat as well, to boot. So I stayed home sick from school to get needed sleep. So I rested, and later came down, ate a little, and got some stuff from school. I'll tell you this, it's very strange reading a profound, dark, and grim graphic novel with no sleep at all.
EDIT: Updated and republished, I don't feel in the mood to write a new entry, so I'm just editing this to add something: I've added FFBuu's new blog to my blog links content block, check it out.
When the doctor is holding up your newborn child: "Look Ma, no hands!"
When you're taking a taxi to an important location and you need to get there quick: "Okay, mister, which way did you want to go, again?"
If you're Oprah: "Wait, why are any of us watching this show?"
When you're performing heart surgery on somebody: "Hey, doc, this is the wrong patient."
Again, when you're performing heart surgery on somebody: "Uh-oh, looks like the anesthetic wasn't strong enough."
When you're asking your five-year-old how their day went: "I learned a new word from the bus driver today! He said it a lot of times!"
When you've just spent all night studying for the chem test: "We have the history test today, not chemistry."
When you're at a fantasy convention full of neurotic fan boys: "I think Eragon isn't a festering sack of plagiarism and Chris Paolini is creative!"<-- Death sentence for whoever says that, really.
If you're on a bus crammed with people and another person gets on: "Wow, that was a lot of beans I ate! But I needed them after that sweaty workout at the gym. Which reminds me, I haven't showered in a week!"
If you're Tom Cruise: "Wait, why do you count as a person?"
When you just finished a meal at a restaurant: "Boy, we've been waiting to get rid of that cheese for years!"
... That was all just to try to numb the pain I know I am due to suffer today.
Mother's day. The day you're supposed to appreciate your mother. I'm not worried about that. We got gifts for my mom, and my dad's mom, and we're all fine with that. It's the fact that the house will soon be overcrowded with relatives. Among them small children. *crosses fingers and hopes*
