Monday, December 16, 2002
at times you find that the truth is the best way out
oo now sometimes tell me that truth is the best way out
it's the right words that make you prick up your ears
when later alone
confession is
stay don't go
oo it is
oo let's stay
don't
go
Yes, I love Spoon. I love them more and more every day. They are simply too glorious. You must hear them. The link is there. I bid you go.
I. Have. Sent. Out. ALL. Of. My. College. Applications!!!!!!
Hurrah! Yee ha! Great scott! And other such exclamations.
Now all we have to do is hope and pray that certain beings within the school (*cough*guidance!*cough*) do not ruin my life by forgetting to send something out/sending something to the wrong place/losing something. Again. Ye cats, I have such anger issues with them.
The aforementioned anger issues are not, however, unmerited. You must bear that in mind.
I am making a voyage to go see Lord of the Rings, installment the second. Wednesday is the time of my going. It had better be good, because I am going on a school night, which I know is all well and good for you slacker sorts, but for a po' lil' conscience-afflicted person (such as myself) it is going to be most evil. If the movie is bad. If the movie is good, I shall consider myself vindicated, and I shall go about my merry way unburdened by any foolish feelings of guilt.
Sunday was Helene's birthday. Happy birthday, Helene!
We celebrated the joyous occasion on Saturday. First we dined at a fine restaurant known to some as 'Bertucci's'. I took a number of pictures, which, as you all know, makes me happy.
Then we went Laser Tagging. This was fun. I usually have a rollicking good time at Laser Tag. I came in 15th, which isn't too bad, so far as that goes. My name was The Cat, because I was in an uncreative mood at the critical moment (that being when the guy says 'Hey, what d'you want yer name t'be?'). Later I thanked cats that I made up a lame name on the spot, because Jason asked the guy to just give him a random name, and he ended up as My Little Pony.
So, I shot people, and people shot me, and I enjoyed it. Laser guns make me happy. Yes, I need more socially acceptable outlets for aggression in my life, especially since Powderpuff is over. Sigh. I wish I still had the joys of school-sanctioned violence at my disposal.
Then we sat around chez Kate and hair mousse was utilized to great effect. Then we went home and that was that.
I just put this insane Paul Oakenfold song on my iTunes library. It cracks me up. Ha ha ha crack crack ha ha ha! It is very long and strange, after the fashion of most Paul Oakenfold songs. Indeed, after the fashion of most techno songs.
Have I told you to go read Scaryduck yet? It's a blog. Read it. It's funny to the nth degree (to be mathematical, and all).
There is an unnaturally high number of people online right now. Or is it 'there are an unnaturally high number of people online right now'? Gosh dern grammar. How I detest it.
Must run. My bamboo wants watering, and my room wants cleaning. I shall do only one. Which one? I leave that to your lively, fertile little imaginations.
Till the next.
8:14 PM
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