Wednesday, June 25, 2003
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I hate college applications.
So, um, other than that...
Today we muralled for the first time in decades. But first we went to the Buck of the Star, in the hopes that coffee would energize us to be really productive on the mural (it didn't). Many of our compatriots were there. It was like a party, only not at all like a party.
We saw a woman with an enormous black fur hat. It was big and vaguely cubical.
We also saw an old man sitting in his car, smoking this crazy pipe. He was really puffing away on it, but the windows showed no evidence of being open, so there was all this smoke in the car. Ha ha. I laughed. He was great. He had some stuff hanging from his rearview mirror that was very hippy-like. It looked like beads, or a dreamcatcher, or somesuchathing. Rebecca thought it was a voodoo doll.
I am so hungry right now I could eat this keyboard.
Maybe I will.
You don't know what I will and will not do.
Today in french we finished the play "La Leçon", which is about a teacher who kills his student. Madame was reading the part of the teacher, and she read the killing bit with a little too much relish.
I don't need no schoolin'. I learn by DE-fault.
Or maybe it's 'I larn'. Whichever sounds better to you.
As we were leaving the building, our lovely superintendent stuck his head out of his office for a moment. He opened the door, saw us, and closed it again. I dunno, it was amusing. Also amusing was the fact that he was wearing Sprocket's clothing. You know. Tight, black mock-turtleneck shirt and black pants. On the superintendent. Gloriousness.
Did you know that he has his own private bathroom in his office? That's incredible. I think that it should be opened to the public, since every other bathroom in the school is either locked or unspeakably filthy. Or both.
Happy 6th Night of Chanukah!
The Alarm is totally '80s music. I feel so dorky listening to it, but it's dorkily good and enjoyable.
We took a personality test in psych, and the way it came out for me was completely correct. Freakily so. Wait a sec and I'll go get the sheet. I shall write it herein for your reading pleasure.
OK. Here it is:
Usually have original minds and great drive for their own ideas and purposes. In fields that appeal to them, they have a fine power to organize a job and carry it through with or without help. Skeptical, critical, independent, determined, sometimes stubborn. Must learn to yield less important points in order to win the most important.
It's, like, so totally me! Isn't that just wild?!?!?
Alright. Enough of that now.
Well, I am imploding from hunger, so perhaps I will go nosh. Yes, I will now take my leave for the moment.
This supremely momentous moment.
(let that mean whatever you want it to. Mwah ha ha ha ha ha!!)
3:31 PM
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