Monday, April 14, 2003
Yes-for-your-information I know I'm not updating every day anymore. I know this. But we haven't been online in French much recently, or else we've *gasp* been doing work. I know. Horrors. But I shall endeavor to blog when I may.
I now have the song 'Hats for Clowns' stuck in my head. Probably I will not be able to fall asleep tonight because I will be singing it in my mind. Hat. For clowns. La la la la. La laaaaaa. You can find it at the new Weebl and Bob animation, if you decide to brave the risk of getting it stuck in your head. The animation doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but then, nothing on Weebl and Bob ever does. I'm not sure how long it will take to load on your computer, it loads almost instantaneously on mine.
Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! Feel the evil joy of CABLE INTERNET.
If I ever start using large swaths of song lyrics for my away messages, I want you to kill me. Please. At the very least, give me a few good slaps about the head.
Today in psych we were discussing something or other having to do with people who were motivated by achievement. What this means, I know not. I was wisely using the time to make some fairly involved doodles on the backs of some worksheets. Anywho, we were supposed to have written down the name of someone we thought was motivated by achievement. Naturally I had not done this. I was, in short, not paying attention. So, of course, the teacher calls on me. This only happens, by the way, when I'm not paying attention. If I am paying attention, the teacher ignores me entirely. Don't ask me how it works, I just know that it does.
So. The teacher calls on me, in a sweet yet viciously passive-aggressive voice. "*insert my real name here*, what was the person you wrote down?" Surprising both the teacher and myself, I immediately replied, "Monet. He was intrinsically motivated because he wanted to create art for himself, but he was also extrinsically motivated because he wanted other people to appreciate his art."
The teacher said, "Oh, that was a good one," and moved on. I sort of sat there in shock for a minute. I mean, I wasn't paying attention at all. Not. In. The least. What the heck and tarnation had just come out of my mouth? My brain works in unfathomable ways. If only it would behave like that in math.
Hats. For clowns. La la la la la. La laaaaa.
Just because, here is an arctic fox, one of the cutest critters in the wild that is not a cat.
i am too cute for words
Sleep comes upon me with little arctic fox feet.