Thursday, March 13, 2003
It is not impossible. Merely... improbable.
What, you ask, does that refer to? I don't know, make something up to fit it. Whatever makes you happy.
Today I had a mildly heated arguement about the contrasting merits of Blogger and Xanga. Blogger is obviously superior. Xanga doesn't hold a moldy old candle to Blogger. Not in any respect. None.
My Blogger loyalty is rather fierce when awakened from its peaceful slumber.
I finally made an AIM Quiz. Take it, if you dare. I've been told that it is difficult. I don't know, it all seems perfectly straightfoward to me. Then again, I made it. So, to be kind, I am giving you a clue.
i get way too much wonder and joy out of this. but it is just so dern glorious.
I am too nice to you people.
I was watching movie trailers last night online. The excellence of having cable internet is slowly unfolding itself before my very eyes. Anywho, I saw a number of X2 trailers (I want to see it. So sue me), and one for some weird Ralph Fiennes movie called Spider (Ralph Fiennes is pronounced neither 'Ralph' nor 'Fiennes'. Discuss), and something called the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (looks just awful), and Finding Nemo (neat animation, but no need to see it for any other reason), and also Willard (which looked quite good).
I may be seeing Willard sometime in the immediately forseeable future. If so, I will be sure to let you know all about it. Whether you want to hear about it or not. Your petty little opinions matter not at all to me.
I am liking this not-having-much-homework-lately sort of happenstance. Alas, that will swiftly come to a close when I get my biology take home test tomorrow. This is a test of mammoth proportions. Either it kills me, or I kill it. We shall see, it's about a 50-50 chance of either one of us winning right now, so lay your money wherever you like.
If it doesn't start snowing again in the night, someone is going to have a whole lot of explaining to do. We. Need. A. Snowday. We deserve a snowday. I'm not sure how else I could put that. This is enormously ridiculous. We have had so much snow this year, and we have had a grand total of zero snowdays. That's it. I demand my snowdays.
I know I said that a lot of people have heinously lame away messages, and this is still true. But far, far worse are the people who just use the stock away messages (I am away from my computer right now). They deserve a fate worse than death.
They deserve a senior year without any snowdays at all.
Oh. Holy. Cats. I just accidentally clicked away from this, and I lost the blog. I stopped the other site in the middle of loading and desperately back-clicked, hoping against hope that this was not lost. Thankfully, it was not. Whew. I've really got to start saving these things, or I'm going to give myself a heart attack one of these days. Mark my words.
I found a new online comic today. This one has good artwork, and it's funny, and it's delightfully bizarre and surreal. It comes from me, to you, highly recommended. It is The Grimbles, and you had better go look at it right this very moment, before I unleash the cuscuses (cuscusi? or just cuscus?).
Go cuscus! Rip, rend, and tear! Wreck havoc and destruction upon these poor, unsuspecting fools. Obliterate them with your famed cuscus ferocity and tenacity.
you'd better watch out. he'll take your arm off in a heartbeat.
10:06 PM
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