Monday, October 07, 2002
I highly recommend the blog Scaryduck. It is quite amusing and I laughed out loud reading it, prompting my mother to come scrambling in and demand to see what I was doing. "Gee mom, it's a British's guy's blog, not porn. I'm not Noah, for cat's sakes."
Anyways, Helene will back me up on that one.
I started message boarding on the Brunching message board, that being the inexplicably named Brunchma. I haven't been there very long, but I don't think that they like me very much over there. Already. Gosh, I am just so good at ingratiating myself with people.
You know you want to be my friend.
Rereading The Three Musketeers, 'cause it's just so damn good. Escapist literature of the old school writers. It warms my little heart, it does. I think I'd like to read it in french. I can say that and not get yelled at for being ridiculous. Maura thinks it's crazy or somesuchathing when I read books in french. But I don't think Maura reads this-here blog. So I will read Les Trois Mousketaires just as soon as I can get mes petits mains on a copy.
Leastaways, I don't think she reads it.
My computer chair used to squeak but then it was fixed by my ever-resourceful mother.
what i got what i got what i got i wanna give away
Today we had our senior class portrait taken. It was during my calc class, so that provided unbounded joy for me. Someone had the bright idea of taking it on the steep hill by the fields out back. The grass was wet. We were set up in rows. People kept on falling down the hill. What made it worse was that, if they were near the top, there was a bit of a domino effect down the hill as they knocked into the people in front of them. Oy yoi yoi. My school administrators are so clever! I bow to their unparalleled genius.
Then we all stood in the shape of a giant "03" in the field and the photographer took some shots of that. Personally I think that's much cooler than everyone standing around in rows on a hill. But it's still not nearly as cool as Helene's idea, which was to have the entire grade make a pyramid. A little difficult logistically, to be sure, but it would have been abso-freaking-lutely incredible.
Liiiiiistening to Luuuuuuuce!
Shin-dig is a funny word. I mean, it's a party, non? So what's so fun about digging with your shin? Now that I think about it, I guess that would be pretty difficult. Not much of a party at all, really.
Penguin Joe rules.
he covers his senses
he covers his eyes
stand on a corner holding a sign
begging the faces of women and men
and singing a chorus inside of his head
singing a chorus inside
and it says
isn't that what you want
isn't there a reason you should
take good care
take good care
Had a dream about "A Worn Path". Old Phoenix was going through a tunnel of snow and across sunny pastures. She had on a red winter hat. Last time I read english homework right before bed.
The box that the color ink cartridge comes in looks like a chicken McNuggets box. It's shaped the same. I thought that's what it was, when I first saw it, and I thought to myself "Hmm. What's that doing there?"
Must go fly along the channels of the electronic ether with my best bed 4eva Woodrow.
I mean, I have to go scan some pics. You know.
Anywho. Au. Revoir.