When shall we three meet again?

Well, can you do next Friday?
Who can manage/wants to coming to my house next Friday (the 7th) after school or in the evening to watch the Wyrd Sisters animated thingy? I'm busy today and tomorrow, so I really can't think of another day that would work... Saturday, maybe, but that's cutting it kind of close. I leave on the ninth. Let me know.

I'm glad you want to be close to me, but eating my sweater is not the way to happiness.

Diminuitive Rutabaga C

I AM AWESOME.
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Here's to us! To the toast of all the city! What a pity that the Phantom can't be here!

Props to Michael for showing me the awesome Terry Pratchett class online.
Guys! My Discworld collection is essentially complete! I got A Hat Full of Sky for Christmas, and bought The Last Hero yesterday! That means that only the short stories are missing from my library of the cannon, and I'll probably order those online or get somebody else to do it for Easter or something. The short story collection is officially impossible to find at any bookstore (although, incidentally, the Walden Books at Castleton mall has a very good Discworld section; the Borders at somwhere or other has it as one of their featured series, but I don't think they even have the whole thing-- but in any case, the ones they have are in order now, because I put them in order while I was there). But anyway-- dude! I have them ALL! Mwahahahahaha! Oh! AND I got the animated Wyrd Sisters movie, which I want people to come and watch. AND I got the Art of Discworld book, which is awesome and pretty. AND I got ROTK extended, and I watched it last night. Yay for hobbity hoyay!
And I got the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, and am in the process of learning the words and having them stuck in my head all the time. The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. I saw the movie Christmas Day, and I thought it was simply awesome. The visuals were amazing, and singing was excellent, and the acting was pretty damn good. An interesting side note is that the people who did it were obviously thinking, "Okay, guys are going to take their girlfriends to see this, and they might get bored with the singing. So here are a lot of nice cleavage shots, and Christine's dressing gown is very revealing so that you can see one of her legs all the time." Raoul had funny sideburns. They changed a couple of plot points to give the movie more depth, like having Christine come live at the Opera House when she was seven as opposed to a teenager, and we see Madame Giry's exact connection to the Phantom (only possibly not all of it-- I have a theory...). They also hit you over the head rather hard with the "Christine Thinks the Angel Might Be Her Dead Father" stick, which is a good thing, as the play doesn't explain that very well. Minnie Driver doesn't do her own signing (though she does sing the song in the credits) but she made a wonderful diva ("For ze past tree years, zese tings do 'appen! And do you stop-a zese tings from 'appening? No! And you! You are az bad az eem! Until you stop-a zese tings from 'appening, ZIS TING does not 'appen!").
Anyway, Jonah was in the paper today! It was a good article. Hooray for the MEOW! That's really what I posted to say, but I got sidetracked. I read the article online, and I was like, "I know him! He's on my blog!"

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Christmas is all around me

Happy Holidays, everyone! Today is the big Christams Eve party at Erin's house, due to start in about an hour. I am wearing more makeup than I am used to.
Anyway, I hope the shindig at Thomas's house last night rocked, and I'm sorry I missed it. I did have fun at Michael's and, subsequently, at Comstocks' Wednesday. I'll see you all later, and until then, a holiday message from Mr. Bill Door: HO. HO. HO.

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

:) %^&&~ B)

Yay for snow!
Snow makes me happy. Especially tromping through it with Amy. My dragon also makes me happy. And carolling with Chamber Singers. And Levi being home. And my story. I'm happy right now. Yay for happiness.
What does not make me happy is Sci-Fi channel's slaughtering of the Earthsea series. It was decent but books of that caliber deserve far better.
Still, one botched mini-series does little to detract from my overall happiness. Yay me!
"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Redundant Tomato XXXVII

I haven't posted in like, a long time. So we had the CHamber party last night - this morning. It was interesting. The carolling was rad, everyone loved us. The overnight was interesting. On the one hand, I know a lot more about these people than I did before, on the other hand I know a lot more about these people than I ever wanted to. Also, Sam has a cat that came and slept on me. I love cats. If I weren't allergic I would so own two or three.
In other cat-related news, the MEOW came out. I was startled to realize that I had most of it memorized and shocked to find three typos on page 23. I was pleased, however, to find no typos outside of page 23. The lesson to be learned here is: don't forget to edit a page. (Particularly if said page is page 23)
So the last week for me has been an insane choir overload. IYC, Chamber, and CHurch choir are a doozy during the CHristmas season, and when you throw in Interdisc... Oy.
Let's see, what else is there...?
Oooh! I made it into Mark's play! I'm Leandre, the young lover, and I have like two scenes and some odd lines. No internal monologues or anything, but not a bad part. I'm also probably going up for Grease, but it's weird 'cause so many people are trying out who've never done musicals before. And knowing Means, they'll all get in and the veterans will get screwed over. But hey, at least I've got Leandre.
Also, NaNoWriMo was an abject failure, and also gave me an excuse to halt Corndog, which I still haven't gotten back to. Truth be told, Corndog bores me. I just want to end it, but I feel an obligation to give it some closure. How many people would object if I shelved it for a while and worked on something else??? (THat's not rhetorical, go ahead and respond in the comments)
I'd Also like the opportunity here to say to Evie: If you don't have a present from me by Christmas, it's because either the mailman or I have been very slow. Don't despair, it will be there eventually.
I'Ve noticed I Have this annoying habit of holding down the shift key just a tad too long and capitalizing the second letters of WOrds. So if you see that, now you know why.
I'm gonna end this tired bit of rambling with this impromptu poem.

I said that I would end,
With an Impromptu poem,
I didn't know how I'd fend,
But I figured I would show 'em,
That I've got mad poetry skillz,
As mad as mad can be,
And noone from here to Brazil,
Is as awesome a poet as me!

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Bad Kiki! No hiding Christmas under the couch! ~Sluggy Freelance

Well, we've been out of school for three days, and I've spent the entire time in my mario lounge pants and bath robe and I'm lovin' every second of it. Accomplishments: Sleep! Beat Megaman X! More sleep! Watched Dodgeball(hilario)! And, Finally, Sleep!!!!! Sleep is good. Despite the benefits of sleep, however, my Wrath goes out to all who did not call when I slept through the youth group Christmas rehearsal thingy. Granted, I was not, in fact, asleep at the time, but my excessive sleep prior to the event caused my lapse of memory. So, WRATH! DOOM! DISHONOR! and stuff.

Speaking of dishonor, I played cello with some orchestra friends for a cantata on sunday night. I am so very glad that the choir was loud and knew what they were singing, because we hardly knew what we were playing. On the bright side, we opened with a sort of ensemble thing that was just us, and we did pretty good for practically sight reading it. However, the next couple weeks after break shall be my cello's last hurrah. I'm done. No Italy, no more cello. Italy was the only reason I stayed in, and we can't afford that reason. Being poor sucks. So, I'm tossing out the cello (metaphorically, of course, it's too expensive to literally toss it) and joining Central Sound, depending on the cost of the switch.

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

One Free Universe

Heh, who cares that my title is crap. Anyway, reading all of these fantabulous posts made me want to interject some real stupidity into the mix since ya'll are too smart to be posting on a blog entitled "Compendium of Stupidity." Honestly, you should really be stupid before you create a blog with that title. Or maybe that just makes you stupid for naming it that without actually being stupid...if that made any sense whatsoever.
Anyway, I'm glad school's over! Woot, w00t, and major W0Ot!!! I hate school! Hmm...I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yes! I WANT LIAM AIKEN'S BODY!!! lol and it's not illegal because we're both minors. :D Sorry. I'm done. ummm...Yes, "Series of Unfortunate Events" is a great movie, and this is from a girl who read all of the books twice. It's just fantastic; really good for people who just want to enjoy a slightly depressing movie and even better for people who enjoy looking for parallelism and symbolism in everything. Woot! There'd so totally better be a sequel. No stinking joke. And, fyi, Liam Aiken plays Klaus Baudelaire in the movie. Duh. Goodbye! CSI TIME!

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Ahem, fellow demons and demonesses... I ROCK! ~Sluggy Freelance

I'm Done!!! No more homework, no more papers to grade, and most importantly, no more stupid Thespian recomendation letters to fill out. I hate those. We need more people to join so there are fewer for each person to fill out. The play's gonna be cool, though. Its a bunch of monologues from interviews of people from this school that was used as a sort of rest house on and durring the after math of 9/11. Its written in book form, and Horrigan has tried for over a year to get the rights, but she can't figure out who to pay, so we're doing it pseudo-illegally. I feel rebellious and artistic. We can't take it to the Thespian Conference for competition, though. Half the people probably wouldn't go anyway because of Central Sound, so it doesn't matter.

Last night was okay, I went to see Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Ironically, I was subjected to a serious of unfortunate events before seeing it. I was going with a few orchestra folks and two of Kathy's friends from church, mostly because Christin had free tickets.
Unfortunate event #1: One of the people backed out, and I had to give someone a ride, despite me not knowing where she lived.
Unfortunate event #2: I got lost due to Mapquest's shortcomings as a direction giver, causing me to waste 45 minutes searching for a street that wasn't there.
Unfortunate event #3: Due to my frustration, I got on the wrong road to get back to 465, and ended up somewhere downtown. Thus, wasted yet another 45 minutes trying to get back home.
Little ray of hope: Kathy gave me some gas money and showed me how to get to Kim's house so we could pick her up. We ended up going to see the 10:15 show instead of the 7:45 one.
Unfortunate event #4: Christin also backed out for some reason, so tickets were no longer free.
Light at the end of the tunnel: The movie was awesome. I'm not going to say anything else about it, just to bug you all.

Total cost of seeing this movie with a couple of friends and one jerk who decided to ditch us: 90 minutes of pointless driving, $10 worth of gas, and $8 for the ticket.
Seeing spooky symbolism and parrallelism: Priceless

"See those stairs, kids? I fell down those stairs once."

Ba-who Boris, Da-who Doris, welcome Christmas, come this way

I'm home! First semester of college is over, and it has been pretty interesting. It went really fast, first of all. I liked all of my classes, and I did much better than I expected, grade- and performance-wise. I get along with my roommate fairly well, even though at times I want to step on her face. I couldn't say that on my LJ, because she reads that. I don't think she reads this... I hope. I'm pretty sure she doesn't. But if she does, Kelly, it's just because I'm anti-social and not used to living in the same room with someone all the time.
Anyway, I'm loving college so far. I really like the whole format they have here [ha, I was just reading back over this and realized I said "here" as though I'm still there. But I'm not. I can't escape! Ahhh!] at Hanover as opposed to high school... I think the difference lies in the fact that there is no busy work; all the homework is reading and papers. And that's it. And I'm good at that. So, no problem, aside from the fact that it's time-consuming. And I did spend three nights in a row last week writing papers, which was hell, I freely admit. A lot of people are really struggling, though. I don't think they were prepared like I was as far as college-level classes go. I credit Lyceum and AP Lit with my success at Hanover, and almost nothing else I learned at LC. Except Latin, maybe. And if I finally get to take German next year, then German. My Star Wars and Arthurian knowledge have helped me considerably, and will do so even more next semester in Quest Archetype II (sighs dreamily).
Anyway, Marten and Thomas rocked the auditorium last night at the Holiday Concert. Good job, guys!
Shout-out to Thomas for talking with me all through those three hellish days of paper-writing. You rock.
My LJ is updated, please go there.
I intent to post on Pants tomorrow.
That is all.

Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.

!!! *...*

I just spend seven and a half hours at Castleton United Methodist, helping put together a virtual field trip pretty much from scratch. I'll say more about that tomorrow.
Good news/bad news: Good news: I got cast in Mark's play. Bad news: I'm in one scene and I have eight lines, none over five words long. Good news: I'm not playing an old man. Bad news: I'm playing a little boy. I don't want to go to IYC tommorrow or the next day, but I must. Looking forward to seeing Levi.
Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.

That is because I roll twenties.~Penny Arcade

All members of this blog who play D&D must read this, for it is hilarity. That is all

Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.

Hold on! I'm on High, darn it! ~Sluggy Freelance

SO, the long week is over, our debate lost to lack of clarity and resentment towards me, and I have to memorize something completely different than I thought I did. This weeks mood has been going up and down, I've enjoyed bits, like grading essays for Guthrie, but hated other bits, like Marroon days. I wish I had something interesting or engaging to talk about, but I'm really just kind of wandering around with nothing to do. Well, nothing to do that I really want to do. I wish I had money and a girlfriend to spend it on.

Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.

&^"';;'*..<..//:

My new title scheme - random punctuation! It takes no thought at all!
Ok, now it is time for me to post, as no one has done that in a while. I think we as a society need to make the distinction between an appreciation of beauty and romantic attraction. If you look at a flower or a painting and say it is pretty, that does not automatically mean you want to have sex with it. Nor does it automatically mean you're saying that it is preferable to a flower in your own garden or a painting you already possess. You are merely recognizing it's beauty. The same should be true of people. I should be able to tell a girl that she's looking particularly attractive today without either of our significant others taking offense at it. Also, I should be able to say that a boy is attractive without people assuming I'm gay. Some guys are just pretty to look at, darnit. It doesn't mean I'm attracted to them.
Ok, so that was just my little tirade. It may seem silly, but I think if people felt more free to complement each other, a lot fewer people would have self-esteem problems.

Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.

Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as roommates. Evil roommates, though!

Low an behold, for I doth rock as the mighty tempest of the sea! I have repayed my debts to Missy by using my mad skillz to fix a whiteout tape pen thingy. It was most satisfying. In the mean time, school sucks. I don't like english at all, and crap! I have to dance thursday! also, crap! I'm probably doing my scene tomorrow! As far as I know, the world is ending friday afternoon, because I have no idea whats going on because of this week's excessiveness. It would feel good to start an evil empire right about now. Hell, I'd probably jump into a volcano just for the cool costume.

We shouldn't think of ourselves as separated Democrats and Republicans, but as ultra, super-duper, mega-morphin' ... Republicrats! (Insert "Thundercats" theme song.)

As God is my witness, I'm never going to be hungry again!

Hi, everyone. This is mainly just a happy Thanksgiving post. I really have a lot to be thankful for this year. I'm pretty happy with my life, for the most part.
It was great seeing those of you I saw today, and I'd like to see those I haven't before break's over, if at all possible.
I helped my Grandma make pie today.
For those of you who are having a hard time, I hope things get better soon. For those of you for whom things are going well, I hope they continue to do so indefinitely.
Happy Thanksgiving!

We shouldn't think of ourselves as separated Democrats and Republicans, but as ultra, super-duper, mega-morphin' ... Republicrats! (Insert "Thundercats" theme song.)

Title-scheme-less

I don't feel like I have much to be thankful for.
For those of you totally out of the loop, I've suffered an emotional breakdown over the past week. I didn't want to bother with it here, but I posted about eight times on my blog, and it made me a little upset that only two people read or commented. I know you guys don't care about all my inner thought's, but I make it a point to check all your blogs (at least the ones I know about) at least once a week. Having a whole row of depressed, bordering on suicidal in places, messages and no comments, makes one feel like he has kno friends, which tends to worsen depression. Plus, when I'm not depressed, I sometimes have funny stories on there. I guess what I'm saying is, if you have a blog and no one reads it, you might as well just keep a journal on paper. I'd really appreciate it if you guys at least checked my blog from time to time, and when you do, comment. That's what it's there for.

On a slightly lighter note, I need to come up with a title scheme that doesn't take too much thought. Any ideas?

We shouldn't think of ourselves as separated Democrats and Republicans, but as ultra, super-duper, mega-morphin' ... Republicrats! (Insert "Thundercats" theme song.)

Right. Fuel. ~T&R

Things are awesome and things suck at the same time. On the awesome side, Missy burned me wicked! Not only did she burn me wicked, but she wrote WICKED A New Musical on it in green and a cool font. Not only did she write that one the cd, but she drew the logo thingy on the cd case, as well as wrote all the track names around it. I have no idea as to how to repay her other than what I've been doing: hugging her mercilessly everytime I see her. Other awesome things include:seeing The Incredibles, beating .hack/infection, having a sub in wiechert's class (No one mourns the Weichert! No one crys when she has a sub!No one leaves an apple on her desk!) and my hair is an interesting shade of red. compliments have been recieved

Things that suck: too much junk. 2 assignments for weichert on moby dick and stuff, pressure to get a job on top of other stuff I have to do, orchestra, and I didn't get to present for character day, so my hair is red and my chin is cold for no good reason. On top of all that, I'm almost out of gas. I think I'll write a song about running on a quarter tank.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We shouldn't think of ourselves as separated Democrats and Republicans, but as ultra, super-duper, mega-morphin' ... Republicrats! (Insert "Thundercats" theme song.)

Fight Choir with Choir

I hate to change my title scheme again, but I realized what it's always needed to be - puns. It's the only thing I come up with more than songs.
In Interdisc the other day, we were talking about racism, and how there were very few black people in the higher classes. I left feeling pretty sad, thinking about how alive and well racism is. Then I went to choir, and I realized that there is one place at least where it's dead. New Dimension has the same racial breakdown as LN- 2/3 white, 1/3 black, minus neglagible percentage of Asian and Hispanics. There's no racism there. There is one mixed race couple and three mixed race pairs of very close best friends. They only judge you based on how hard you work. I felt a lot better after that. 'Cause if a group that diverse can get over racism completely, there's hope for the world.

We shouldn't think of ourselves as separated Democrats and Republicans, but as ultra, super-duper, mega-morphin' ... Republicrats! (Insert "Thundercats" theme song.)

The Pope is not a vampire!~Wigu

Ok, so I've been wearing my bathrobe to school for awhile, and its had some unexpected surprises. It started because I lost my jacket, but I've realized it's practicality. First of all, it's incredibly warm and comfortable, more so than my jacket. Second, the pockets are huge and I can access them in almost any position. Third, it's like wearing a towel. I am one hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is. Finally, it looks good. I look comfortable, and it's starting a trend. At least five others have started wearing robes to school. It's pretty awesome

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Extreme Housewives

My new title scheme is names for reality TV shows, sort in the vein of Sophia's title. This is one Evie and I are thinking up. It involves dangerous laundry and cooking competitions.
Yay for Erin. She is truly awe inspiring.
On the Razzle was really good. I'm not gonna say much about it, but I enjoyed it. And Congrats to Thomas for the Grand Nationals thing.
I'm not going to write a novel. I just don't have time. Sorry to disappoint anyone.
Last thing- if you didn't here, I won 4th place in impromptu and duo on Saturday. Considering how well we did with less than half our team there, we are gonna be a speech powerhouse this year.
Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

A year went past. The days followed one another patiently. Right back at the beginning of the multiverse they had tried all passing at the same time..

... and it hadn't worked.

Today is my first Blogiversary. One year ago today I made my first post on Compendium of Stupidity. At the time I was still doing Once in a Lifetime, I hadn't met Michael, and I was really, really tired. Today Marten just finished On the Razzle, I have met Michael, and I'm really, really tired. In between a lot of things have happened, and we are now going to have an Erin Retrospective.

The play and movie reviews:

(Design for Murder)
Design for Murder kicks ass. It has murder and intrigue and people oozing sex and me in a wig.

(Thespian Regionals)
And the name of one of the chorus girls in Little Shop was Bingbing Chu. I am not making this up.

(Cold Mountain)
Renee Zellwegger kicked ass and earned all the awards she has won and/or will win on Sunday, Nicole Kidman was pretty and sad, Jude Law was sad and died, and Natalie Portman made a stirring appearance as the widowed and lonely mother of the world's largest baby. (It looked about half the size she is, probably partly 'cause she's so small.) She cried and then was almost raped and then shot a guy. Hooray. Jude Law is cute but not so much so with a beard. That's about all I have to say about that.

(Jersey Girl)
It's funny because Ben Affleck tries to act. Like, with human emotions.

(Moulin Rouge)
I love the Elephant Love Medley. I love it whenever Ewan McGregor belts out pretty words.

(Attack of the Clones)
AOTC is a rollicking impressive CGI adventure into the Star Wars universe, critically acclaimed as "better than The Phantom Menace." It chronicles the beginning of the Clone Wars, which were made famous in A New Hope with the line, "You fought in the Clone Wars?" (Indeed he did, Luke. Indeed he did.)

(Love Actually)
Love Actually is, indeed, The Ultimate Romantic Comedy. I can't recap all the plots, because look how long it took me to do just one. Basically, there's a wedding, there's an affair, people fall in love, Christmas is all around me, and on Christmas you tell the truth, and American girls are easy, and Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson, and Hugh Grant dancing around because he's Prime Minister and Billy Bob Thornton is President, and Keira Knightley, and female half nudity, and Portugese, and Liam Neeson and the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport, and love actually is all around.

The Life Events:

So, finally, he held his side of the knob in place while mom replaced her end and he unlocked the door. Then he went to hide behind the shower curtain because he was still naked. Bad move. And he still wouldn't reveal the location of the stolen things. Worse move. We took his pajamas.

IT'S UP! IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP!
Everybody please please go to fanfiction.net and click on movies and click on Star Wars, and there is Dex's Diner by ME!

I can't believe I only have one more day as an active LC student. It's weird. It's scary. Hold me.

I'm sure I had something to post, but I can't remember what it was anymore. Oh, yes. I graduated.

That's right, after two years of alternately trying really hard and procrastinating, I am finally licensed to drive. Get off the roads, everyone. It is no longer safe. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!

The Randomness:

Ooh... penguin!

I DO want to be Queen of the Penguins!

Dopa mee gusha, peedunkel?

I'm glad there are no sweeps in real life. I wouldn't be able to stand November, February, and May.

Jonah's blank entry leads me to suspect that he may be the Phantom Menace. I have a bad feeling about this...

I had something relevant to say, but I forget what it was.
Oh, yes, give me my books back.

And let me be the first person to annoy Michael and say...
"Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago Chicago TORONTO!"

Well, I am all caught up reading a little piece of narrative genius entitled "The New Toaster" and have duly commented. Everyone cheer, do the hokey pokey, and turn yourselves around.

It all began with a game. The best game ever. The "Oh, Snap!" Game.

Obi-Wan and Anakin then engaged one another in a duel, while George looked on and laughed maniacally. Just when it seemed that this might go on forever, the paternity test results came back. They revealed that the father was, indeed, Anakin Skywalker. He enthusiastically embraced his wife, while over his shoulder, she and George exchanged a wink. Everything was going as planned...

I won't argue that the hall sweeps are dumb, but they probably wont last. And even if they do, well-- I won't be there. Aha! Ahahahahahaha!

Irrelevant spoiler of the day: I am running out of irrelevant spoilers. I must consider changing their format. For today, how about this... Episode III will probably be nothing like the episode of Gilmore Girls I have to miss tonight because of the stupid One Acts. I would say that's pretty accurate.

The explanation is: Something quantum happened.

I love being a big huge dork.

And there, ladies and gentlemen, you have it. One whole year of Erin. :) It's been priceless, hasn't it?




Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Swing low, sweet chariot, I'm havin' chest pains!~Wigu

Just thought I'd remind yall that the show opens tomorrow noght, and the firday show is canceled. moved to sunday at 230. house opens at 2. And I'm tired.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

This is for members of Society's Pants: This may sound like laziness, but perhaps we should just take november off in order to write novels for NaNoWriMo? who knows, by the end of it, we may have a better idea of how we want pants to go. just comment answers on to this.


Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Young fool. Only now, at the end, do you understand.

I don't know how spoiler-free you guys are, but the trailer for "Revenge of the Sith" will be shown on Access Hollywood, which I think is on channel 5 up there if you have cable or 6 if you don't, on Thursday, Nov. 4. I think it's on at 7. From the descriptions I've read, it sounds like it's completely awesome (and don't even tell me I have to white out the word "awesome" for you losers). Y'all know I'll be watching it.

Novel word count: 1684.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Behold, my novel.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

I should like you to think of me as... an angel.

I HAVE POSTED ON "SOCIETY'S PANTS!"
Let there be much rejoicing!
Wack-fol-a-diddle, etc.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Speeches

The speech went really well, I should say since none of you showed up.
I'm kinda mad at choir now. I think if I could go to sectionals we'd have a really good chance of making State, but there's no way I can get out of choir.
It's my own fault I know, but it still saddens me.
Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Now put on the studded leather manacles of trust.

I'm going to try to write a novel in a month. This seems ridiculous, and I will probably fail, but I think it's a more effective way to get myself to write than Jonah's method. This way I've got more people telling me to write. I've got some weird ideas, too. details here, if you want to join me.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

He doesn't seem the least bit remorseful. Kill him again~goats

I would just like to say sliding on your socks is fun.

Eli's Coming - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

I've Got the Music in Me

Woohoo!
Just got back from choir- it ruled. Ya'll should have come. Eli's Comin was awesome. I'm really excited for thje competition season now. Our sophmores are just incredible, and they're gonna work their buts of to get us where we need to be. Next week we choreograph the first number of our show.
Chamber was awesome too. We're finally starting to come together as a group. It's good. We rule. Choir is awesome. I'm really tired.

Oh, almost forgot. Explanation of new sig - Derek and I were talking after we finished the number, and he commented that Eli never actually showed up at the end of the song. We were brainstorming various places he could have been, and this is what we settled on.

Eli's Comin - he's probably just stuck in traffic.

Welcome to Kamino

It is raining a buttload down here. I just got back from my 9:00 class, and the sidewalks are flooding. I had to change back into my pajama pants and put on different socks. My jeans and other socks are hanging on the towel rack drying. It's raining so hard that when I got to lit, some of the papers in my bookbag were wet, even though my bookbag was closed walking to class.
In other news, I got the Star Wars OT DVDs and Going Postal, the new Discworld book, this weekend! And you didn't! Haha!
I'll try to post on Pants tomorrow, as it's my day off. But I also have midterms to study for tomorrow, so if I don't, don't be surprised.

Now Spank Her, Marten!

That is indeed a large rifle.~T&R

I just saw Team America:World Police. It was terrible, but I found it rather amusing. It was true satire, making sure to insult absolutely everyone. Matthew Schuck could have written this movie, as much as Thomas wrote The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. Jonah, If Jay and Silent Bob was too much for you, do not by any circumstances watch this movie. The profanity is extensive: puppet sex,(pretty much Dark Helmet playing with naked barbies), blood and vomit, and the theme song: AMERICA! F**K YEAH! But to anyone who can appreciate the satire and stand the humour that represents it, it is hilarious. The moral was vulgar, but true: There are three types of people in this world: Dicks, Pussies, and Assholes. If I could bring myself to put the entire speech on here, it would make perfect sense. Just think on it for a bit, it'l come to you. No, not that, you sick minded bastard.

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Pointless Eggplant XII

I'm changing my title scheme again! From now on my titles will be an adjective followed by a vegetable followed by a Roman numeral. Don't ask qustions about it, they will be ignored.

Now to get around to the purpose of my post: The Journalism conference.
I had the pleasure over the last two days of attending a journalism conference at Franklin college, and I thought it interesting enough to report here.
Day 1 went from 4:45 to 10:00 and was intensely pointless. It was a costume day (due to the proximity of halloween) and I was dressed in my purple shirt, vest, and bowtie. There were really three events: a keynote speech, a student dance, and individual newspaper critiques. The latter two were simultaneous. Well, the keynote speech was horrible. It was over journalism horror stories, what not to do. However, the speaker herself was not very good and the prolems were so similar they got old after a while. By the end at least one half of the journalists in the audience were either playing games on their cell phones or talking to each other.
Well, when the long, long keynote was over, some of our party wanted to go to the dance, but we were scheduled for a critique, so we went to get that. Well, all the staffs getting critiqued were to sit around tables, and a critiquer would sit down with us. This worked perfectly for every table but ours. No critiquer came to our table. A crazy girl, however, did. Introducing herself first as editor and some time later as Carla, this girl handed us copies of her paper and started reading the copies we had of ours and making comments. Everytime she came on an idea of ours she liked she explained how they'd already done it. Every time we came upon something in her paper we liked she took credit, and every time we found something we disliked, she said she "let the page designers do it." She said this in the same way one might say "I let my dog do it." She also asked whether I wore the bowtie all the time. I replied no, only special occasions, and in the course of the conversation she said I was cute. I don't know if she meant because of the getup or in spite of it, but that's not really important.
Anyway, the crazy girl departed and the critiquer continued to not show up, until we finally went home disgusted. On the way home we stopped in a gas station where the two 20-something female cashiers said my vest was sexy.
Day 2 was longer, from 7am-2:45pm (these include travel time, btw) but it included actual sessions, classes if you will. It went considerably better, with an actually good keynote speaker, who talked about journalism in the real world and how to succeed in it. Then we went on to the classes, which were very helpful and informative. One of them, in fact, spurred a minor epiphany for me with regards to design in the MEOW.
At lunch, I was introduced to the game "He said, She said" This is one of those games, for those of you unfamiliar, that girls play with paper and pencils. Basically people take turns writing down a male's name, a female's name, an action, a place, a quote from each, and an ending. But no one sees what any of the other people write, so you end up with what is essentially a hilarious, potentially very dirty, random story generator. Any way, we had lots of fun with this by the end.
The two downsides of day 2 were that (A) Harvey and Hoosier Star awards were given out and we got the shaft most royally and (B) No one said I was sexy. This is something I should elaborate on. Same environment. 2 hours more. With Vest, shirt, and bowtie = Three compliments from strangers. Without vest, shirt, and bowtie = Zero such compliments. Let me tell that to the next person who questions my fashion!
Anyway, I've kind of written a lot at this point, I hope that it proved interesting. If not, you'll live.

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Fetch a real nice box, Stupidetta. This here is the cat that will save Earth.

You know what the coolest thing in the world is? When you drive with music playing, and you have windshield wipers and a turn signal on and go off perfectly in sync with what ever music to which you're listening.

I was at the comstocks house today, and we were complaining about how the debates are just repetitive and nothing ever actually gets done in the way of convincing anyone one way or the other. This is when the idea of the presidential election reality show was concieved. "The Whitehouse" would be a combination of survivor, the apprentice, and the casino. Each candidate would run a country, perhaps simulated, perhaps real. (maye like Iraq, or Haiti or something) and they would either be disqualified or voted off either by eachother, some sort of judge like Jim lehrer or the American people. The final candidate would be chosen from the remaining two through public election after an "open-ended trial" event, in which the determined winner is objective. What say you?

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The day he was born, things changed. Husband became Father, Wife became Mom. The day Edward Bloom was born, it rained.

Hi, guys. It's my birthday. I'm nineteen. It's really weird. It felt like I should've been eighteen for longer. Most people I've talked to have been lonely on their first birthday away from home, and I have been too, a little. But not as much as most, I think, because I have such great friends and family. I didn't have classes today. That was my present from Hanover College. I had presents through the mail from my mom and one of my aunts. I've got new socks. :) I've gotten a bunch of cards. I had six e-cards this morning. Jonah's updating Corndog and Pants for me. There was a new episode of Gilmore Girls. I got cake and balloons when I went to dinner because my mom ordered them for me. The cashier lady I bought lunch from sang to me. My Aunt Barbara called. My friend Marggy called, although she didn't know it was my birthday until I told her. I talked to my mom on the phone twice. My grandparents too. I'm pretty happy. That is all. :)

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Eat it

I just ate an entire bowl of soup with a fork, and then didn't realize it until there was nothing but broth left.

Just thought I'd share that.

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Everything you know is wrong

I just saw Sky Captain and the World of Tommorrow. We could have written that movie. It sounded like something we would write. I half-expected to see our names when the credits came up.
You know how some movies write a plot first, and then add special effects? Not this one. The plot seemed sort of like a video game plot - filler between cool-but impossible action scenes. And incredibly campy dialogue.
The best part was the flying british aircraft carriers. Or the aquatic plane chase through 1940's New York. The bad guy planes had flapping wings.
It was a good movie. Then I came home and saw something that made me happy. I'm in a good mood.

You know what Bush? Your MOM's inconsistant!

8-Bit show stopper

Little song I wrote today, entitled Another Castle. The two colors are different singers. (I'll let you figure out their identities.) White is unison.

Another Castle
Why does it always seem,
When I’ve gotten through a world,
When I should be in a dream,
When I should be with my girl,
When I should have my reward,
For my pain and for my hassle,
I am greeted with the words,
“I’m sorry Mario, but your princess is in
Another Castle.”

Another Castle, far away.
Across the deserts, and oceans, and levels I must play!
Another Castle I must seek,
And as I waist my time, my princess’s life grows bleak.
Another Castle.

Why does it always go,
As we’re hunting for the princess,
Credit goes to Mario,
No matter whose the win is?
When I should have the reward,
For the pain and all the hassle,
He can’t even say the word,
“Luigi, your princess is in
Another Castle.

Another Castle, far and dim.
One where the princess will love me instead of him
Another Castle must be there,
One where someone sees my feelings, someone cares.
Another Castle.

The blocks that we break, and the koopas we slay,
It always means nothing; it all fades away,
When we beat the last dungeon, when we beat the last boss,
Will we be with the princess, or still wandering lost?
And will all of our journeys be worth the cost?
Or is our princess in, another castle?

Another castle, far away
Another castle far and dim
Another Bowser I must slay
And she has only eyes for him!
Another castle I must seek
Another castle must be there
As the princess’s life grows bleak
Where the princess just might care
Another Castle!
Another Castle!
Another Castle.

There's actually a tune written out, but there's no real way to post that. Oh well. Hopefully we can develop this into a full length musical.


Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.

It's like a jackass drawing another jackass infront of a mirror, forever~Penny Arcade

I turned on the debate last night with no idea who I'd vote for if I could vote. Both candidates have thier good and bad qualities; Kerry's apparently more cautios but doesn't know where he stands, Bush is, well, Bush, but he sticks with his decisions. It was evident by today's reactions from fellow students that neither candidate made any impression on someone who was already pro one or the other. Kerry people saw Bush get owned, Bush people saw Kerry get owned. In my opinion, they both got owned by Lehrer.

Kerry continuously brought up the fact that Bush was wrong to go to war. Whether he was or not, this is a moot point. We are at war, what are you going to do about it? Both candidates predictably circumvented this question, Kerry more so than Bush. Bush repeatedly called Kerry inconsistant. Kerry consistantly responded with a wordy "No I'm not!" If Kerry had just concentrated a few of Bush's mistakes aside from the moot fact that he went to war at all, he probably would have sounded better

Bush's mistakes were smaller, but obviously more noticable. It is worth mentioning that the only thing that most students bashing Bush at my school could actually bring against him was "He sounded like a moron." This is in reference to his classic Bushisms of mixed and mispronounced words. He also reiterated that if he knew then what he knows now, he would have still gone to war with Iraq. Sticking to your decisions is one thing, stupidity is another. Still, this is the moot point.

Aside from cutting back on support for police and firemen, which I'm pretty sure the federal government doens't have any control of anyway, this is basicly all the candidates talked about, repeating the same arguement over and over again. What voters must ask themselves is this: What sort of leader do want in the war now, not who do we want to not have started the war in the first place. Do we want Bush, the guy who will make mistakes but stick to his decisions, or Kerry, the politician and diplomat who will probably consistantly change his plan, make less mistakes but get less done. Mind you, this opinion is based entirely on impressions made on me by the debate. Both candidates circumvented the questions pertaining to exactly what they planned to do, and we're probably screwed either way.

"You know what Bush, your MOM'S inconsistant."

The New Constitution

Ok. I haven't been posting because interdisc + 2 choirs + other hard classes = no life. But, since, using the Sophia postulate* we can assume no life = blogging, then substitution tells us interdisc + 2 choirs + other hard classes = blogging. Therefore, I will blog.
We had our constitutional convention in disc on Monday and Tuesday. Mad props to Marten's dad for the outfit, it was very well recieved. The document we came out with barely resembled our existing constituion. Among the notable differences: the executive branch consists of three presidents - the president of the Economy, the president of War, and the president of Domestic Affairs. We also have no standing Federal army, and everyone except slaves can vote. It's still not as good as the first period interdiscers, who apparently ended up with a "secretary of keepin' it real".
Very little non-disc-related is happening with me, and I'm afraid this will be the norm for the rest of the year. It's hard to understand if you're not in it. It really is like a cult. ANd so is choir. And let me tell you, being in two different cults is hard work.

Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.

Dreaming of Sanity

Michael, I know you're a freaky genius and have nothing better to do than write in this blog, but the rest of us have lives.

Okay, fine, maybe not. I haven't been posting because I said I wasn't going to anymore. But right now I'm needing to do something social, so here I am. I've spent most of my night playing The Sims 2. My girl is pregnant. I hope she doesn't have twins again...They ended up getting taken away by a social person. It's actually quite a long story involving an adopted girl named LaShonda. Yeah. So I tried to kill her but just got my kids taken away instead. DAMN IT!

Okay. So, I still don't feel better, but I'll find something else with which to waste my time. Goodnight.


Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.

Oh never mind

I kinda missed the 666th post, and the Demonic Celebration just wasn't working out- a little too sacreligous, and the jokes didn't justify it. SO I'm gonna wait until October first, the site's first birthday and do a big celebration post. If any of you have something you'd like to see included, or a speech you'd like to make, e-mail it to me and I'll include it.
Anyway, onto other things. I think we need a new policy on blitzblogs: we should take the highlights. We should go through and just take the parts that other people actually care to read and isolate them. Because otherwise you're posting like 10 pages of text, much of it boring or difficult to follow. What does eveyone else think?
So, that's blogbusiness. As far as my life goes, things are going well, marching band takes up too much time, but it's fun now so that's ok. We may be sending some kids to LC for the magazine. Also, I recently saw my double from the future.
At Louisville, when we were pulling into the parking lot we saw a band dressed in uniforms almost identical to ours. So everyone was asking, "What band is that?" Well, nobody knew, so I said that it was us from the future and that obviously we were going to score badly at prelims and not make finals, then go back in time to correct it. But we obviously didn't count on encountering our doubles. Well, everyone just kinda looked at me weird and life went on.
But later, when we were marching onto the field, the band dressed like us was marching off. And as we went by one of them warned Josh and I not to slip on the turf. So, my conclusion is that that was us from the future, and in their timeline I had slipped on the turf and caused us to not make finals, but because of the warning from the future I avoided it. So that's pretty cool.
Anyway, that's the end of this post so y'all have a nice day.

Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.

I'm having my baby on the floor of a WAL-MART STORE!

Some of the more observant among you may have noticed that I failed to post on Pants today. Yeah. Well, when I said "Thursday," I meant more like "Saturday." Or even "Sunday." Because, homework. Blah.

And, now-- a snippet of college life:
There was a poster sale at Hanover today, and I got many posters. They rock! My walls are all pretty now. My mother must never find out how much money I spent on posters. It would make her heart cry. I spent more money on posters than I spent on food and stuff at Wal-Mart.

I am now going to relate to you the fateful and magical tale of the Wal-Mart Trip of Doom. This took place the first week of school, before classes had actually started. At 11:30 at night, a bunch of girls in my hall (Amanda, Erin, Jennifer, Jenny, Kelly, Kelly, and Allison) decided to go to Wal-Mart, and they invited me along. Now, I really had nothing to buy at Wal-Mart, but I agreed to go in order to be social. Little did I know at that point that we were going to try to cram eight people into a two-door car which should seat four. Somebody was in the trunk. Three people were in front. Four people were in the back. So I ended up riding along winding roads with no seatbelt and my head two inches away from a glass window, convinced that any moment Amanda was going to hit something and my head was going to go straight through said window and I was going to die. And Amanda got lost about twice, so it took forever to get to our discount-pricing destination. About halfway into the journey I started praying the rosary in my head. (Well, not actually the rosary, because I don't know exactly how that goes. But I did the Our Father, the Hail Mary, and the Glory Be over and over again).
Finally we arrived at Wal-Mart, where I industriously purchased nothing. I swore up and down that, no matter what, I was not getting back into that death trap. Fortunately, everybody else bought so much that it would be impossible to fit all those bags and people back into the car. Amanda took two trips, God bless her. Jennifer, one of the Kellys, the other Erin, and I sat outside Wal-Mart and talked about nothing for a half hour or so. That actually was fun. Then Amanda came back, and we enjoyed a nice, safe trip back to Hanover College, where we arrived at around 1:30 in the morning. It was a bonding activity. It will never happen again. Don't tell my mom. Please?

Oh my god! My ox is broken!

Worlds Apart

I was talking to Linda today. (She's the foriegn exchange student from Sweden.) Anyway, somehow, Emily brought up the topic of thanksgiving, an American tradition about which Linda had some misconceptions. "You have a day which is all for eating?" she asks. She starts telling this story about her friend Joey eating a turkey. I was confused as to who this "Joey" was - someone she met here? She just keeps repeating "Friends". Then, "You know, Joey, 'How you doing?'". So I was like Oh, Joey from Friends. But now I'm scared because most of what Linda knows about America comes from our TV. No wonder most of the world hates us.
Ok, so that's that. Just a weird story. In other news, I might get to play my Harmonica in the fall play! More on that when I know for sure.
Peace out, all.
I truck with devils

Anything you learn outside this classroom is a Lie!

Weirdest DPoD ever.

Other than an awesome game of Warhammer and Dragon Strike, the last few days have been generally blarg. I keep not doing my english homework, my car keeps dying, this post has been erased once already, and I feel generally cranky. Why am I typing right now? I need to do my english homework! Must Escape! I deleted the Recycling Bin today because it was silly. Online journals are pointless if you don't want comments. If we don't put those back on paper where they belong, handwriting will slowly get worse and, within a few generations, we'll forget how to hold a pencil! Free society as we know it will be lost, and we will be bumbling ignorami, easily conquered by an evil regime. So, for the safety of society, I suggest that everyone with online journals that they don't want others to see just put them down on paper and save the future of humanity.

I despise APLAC. I need to stop procrastinating. I miss Erin.

I've spent the day not working on english. So far, I've been doing drama stuff, building aminiature flail with a pencil, sticky tack, and a key chain thing, and this. None of that is english, which I should be doing. Why am I still typing? I should work on my english project. All I've done is read it. Now I need 3 synopses, an intro, some theme stuff, a socratic question and a 200 word answer to it. Oh, and I deleted the recycling bin because it was pointless. I'd delete Taj Ma Lobby, but I can't. I've decided it's silly to write something in a public domain on which you want nothing commented. That's what personal diaries and journals are for. EVE! FINISH THAT POST AND POST IT! THE STORY MUST GO ON!

sorry jonah, its a short post

I despise APLAC. I must stop procrastinating. I miss Erin

I don't truck with no devil.

Too Much Time on my Hands

Weirdest. Weekend. Ever.
It wasn't actually all that weird in the "zany" sense of the word, so much as in the way things kept just spontaneously happening. I ended up spending my nights: Playing cards with Grandma (fairly normal), Going to a concert at the house (normal, but not for me), playing Dungeons and Dragons all night (really nerdy following the rock concert), seeing Garden State (Weirdest. Movie. Ever.) and bowling with people I haven't seen in years. I also went to a horribly planned meeting of the LN democratic campaign. We had watermelon.
In other news, I'm thinking about starting a band. I really need a guitar player, though. If any of you know anyone who might be interested, let me know.
Evie: please post on pants.

I don't truck with no devil.

WHEEEE! I pushed all the shiny buttons!~Sluggy

That's great, I wish I could've been in on that. Unfortunately, I was tired and I had no machine. But it works now! Victory! Return of the Pirate King. Apperently the computer screwing up was my fault, something about when I rebooted the computer I used the disc that was made for rebooting the computer. I dunno. I need to talk to this guy that knows stuff. I miss Erin!

"That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!"

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

NOBODY here is a Star Wars fan. Particularly not of the prequels. This makes me sad beyond all measure. I need a happy Wars geek fix, but I don't know where to get it from. I like the prequels, dammit. I don't know why this is so, it simply is. Will no one commiserate with me?

"That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!"

You will never fail them, nor ever leave them, quite.

So, I leave for Hanover tomorrow afternoon.
It's really weird.
I'm going to miss you guys so much. Especially those of you I used to see every day at school. I'm excited and everything, just right now I'm waxing nostalgic.
Anyway, I'll still be blogging, and I'll still talk to you all all the time. I just wanted to say bye, for a little while.

"That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!"

Pure Awesome

So, school has started and I now have time to blog (newspaper class). First of all, thank you to everyone who came to Jekyll and Hyde! It was awesome to see you guys there and if you enjoyed watching it half as much as we enjoyed doing it, then we enjoyed it twice as much as you.
Junior year is awesome! All my classes are fun except band, which is neutral. Study hall was also neutral, but now that I have it with Anna, a foriegn exchange student from the Republic of Moldova, I'm moving it into the fun column. Even Marching band has been enjoyable lately, as our section finally stops being all slackers all the time and has move into somewhat slackerish most of the time. Also, the rehearsals are pretty short. North Star without SRTs is trying, and I'm not sure how it's gonna work yet, but I think there will be a paper and a MEOW, so all is well. Chamber is difficult but enjoyable enough, and Interdisc is the 90-minute embodiment of awesome.
This morning Nathan and I came up with a great parody on Tower of Babble based on Mark Kurlansky's cod. A sample:
God endows us with rivers full of fish.
God endows us with cod fit for a dish.
But despite the abolition of the current inquisition of any overfishin' of codfish meat,
When it comes to God I find I can't believe that he designed the atlantic ocean with a fish,
We're not supposed to eat.
There's more of course, but since only Marten will really get it I'll just show it to him. I think I'm coming up with a new template line. This comes from a recent MEOW brainstorming session.

There are no bad ideas, except "Ugly people and their moms."

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

So yeah.
I just broke up with Ashley.
I actually don't feel bad about it. A little relieved, to be honest. Relieved that we came out of it still friends, that neither of us 'dumped' the other one... it was a nice, amicable breakup. We have good communication skills. I just thought I should keep y'all informed.
These people threatened my family, my babies.

Ahahahahahahaha!!!!! Yours truly, The Opera Ghost

Bravo, bravo! to everybody in Jekyll and Hyde. You guys were great beggars and mental patients. And your bios in the program were the best ever. It was easy to see that everybody worked hard on the show and it paid off. Hooray!

These people threatened my family, my babies.

There's always bloody quantum.

It seemed a little silly to do ANOTHER comment on Society's Pants to explain my Triple Post of Extreme Doom, so I'd like to do it here. The explanation is: Something quantum happened. The thingy wasn't working, it kept jumping and skipping, so then I did it over... and the result is three comments that say basically the same thing. Not my fault. And I can't figure out how to make them go away. It's like when your printer's not working one minute, and you keep pressing the print button, and the next thing you know you're printing a zillion copies.

That is all.

These people threatened my family, my babies.

But I wanted to go into Toshi Station and pick up some power converterrrrs!

Guess what, guys! I have my driver's license! That's right, after two years of alternately trying really hard and procrastinating, I am finally licensed to drive. Get off the roads, everyone. It is no longer safe. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!

These people threatened my family, my babies.

Hell-Raising Razors

Who the heck is Evie? Oh well, I don't care...AYE! teehee. Anyway, who's excited about school?! NOT ME! :D

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

The day we stop believing democracy can work is the day we lose it.

My enter button still won't work here. If anyone can think of why this is, please tell me. I would like to call for a vote. All those who would like Evie to join the Compendium staff, please vote "aye." Thank you.

I miss my hair...

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

Haiku Frenzy

lol geesh, what kind of a band would this be? Their songs would be all haikus. Haha. I would laugh. Anyway, I am laughing. :D

But....MY HAIR IS LONG(er)! I HAVE TEETH! I told you that, right? I got my braces off? I don't remember if I announced that to you or if that was after I "quit". Who knows, eh? Ooo! I'm going to start saying "no?" at the end of sentences. Sounds good, no? See? Doesn't that sound so foreign?! Okay, sorry, I'm a bit hyper and have a lack of places to express my hyperosity. Plus I'm putting off reading The Scarlet Letter. I hate that book. GRRRRR. :D


There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

A *seamstress*, I said. With *needles* and *thread.* Also specializes in crochet.

Hey, guys, since none of you are ever online due to your various commitments, I'm going to ask you this question in the form of a survey, to which you may respond by emailing me. For those of you who have read Night Watch-- I just reread it, and I'm wondering: (two things now, actually, one of which is why this stupid thing won't let me press the "enter" button) Was Lady Roberta Messerole of Genua, aka "Madam", aka Vetinari's aunt, a seamstress (hem hem)? And exactly what part was she playing in the assassination of Lord Winder and his replacement with Lord Snapcase? And, subsequently, what was her role in Vetinari's ascension to the Patricianship? In short what sort of... business... did she have in Ankh-Morpork? If this goes well, I have other questions about things like Gavin from The Fifth Elephant and Lady Margolotta and Angua's family and Ysabell and Albert and Binky. That last sentence would have been a different paragraph if the enter button would work, but it won't.

Kindly scrape me off this madman~Triangle and Robert

Yay! Sophia's back! We missed you. In other news, my hair is considerably shorter. It's cold, but pleasantly fuzzy, and doesn't really look that bad. Just incredibly different. Despite this, I look forward to having long hair again after the show. I'll have to put it in corn rows more often. Also, before shaving it all, I only had half a head of hair. I will have pictures of both alternative hairstyles. Okay, there was a lot more to this post, but blogger's being stupid and I lost most of it.

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

We hate animals that are also people. We make an exception for animals that are also ninjas. Furthermore, we do not refer here to Wishbone,

...who only thinks he is a person ~Penny Arcade

Yay, Sophia's back! We missed you. In other news, I have considerably less hair than usual, and have recieved much congratulation on shaving quite a bit of my hair for a single scene. It doesn't look that bad, actually, and is pleasently soft and fuzzy, though a bit cold. Despite its advantages, it will be grown to its original length. I could get used to it being incredibly short, but two days before cutting it i had it in cornrows and it looked awesome! The day after that, only half was shaved. Nathan's idea, we had a few different explainations to toss out at anyone who asked, my favourite being that we were running late and could only shave half. We will have pictures, for anyone interested.

Explanation on the new template: Nathan and I had an arguement about one of the prostitute costumes. I said she looked like a ninja prostitute and he insisted she was a pirate. The arguement was long and rather pointless.

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

The Resurrection

Wow. Thank you Nathan for that rousing rendition of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to that song the same way again.
In other news, I'm alive! Kinda. I know I quit and then came back and didn't post and blah blah blah...sorry about all that. I've been working this summer! Actually WORKING! Did you think that was possible? And at school, no less. I've been working for the registrar and in the bookstore...fun stuff, eh? But I stopped doing that because I strained my back lifting books and stuff. Just think about that when you go to registration you LC folks...I hurt myself so that ya'll could get books. :D Just kidding. But it's gonna be funky this year...all the books are in the Studio Theater and you're going to get them at Registration. You LN people are lucky. But I got money for our stupidity, so it's all good. Anyway, I hope my posting isn't too weird for all of you...I'm just bored and don't really have much to do. Sorry. Bye!

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

In The Jungle....

Upton Sinclair's The Jungle
Lithuanians are mistreated tonight
In the Jungle, Upton Sinclair's The Jungle
Lithuanians are mistreated tonight

A weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weiner wort a weeeeeeeee ooooowwweeeooweeooooweeeeeooowomaway

In the Stockyards, the Chicago Stockyards,
The proverbial Lion of the proletariat sleeps tonight
One day, it will rise up and kill the capitalist class

(Repaet refrain)

So ends my tribute to Upton Sinclair's masterpiece. I seriously think it could work as a musical. The "weiner wort", of course, refers to what they put in the sausages. It's a great book, but it'll be weeks before I can eat another sausage.

In other news, guess what one of our numbers for the fall choir show is gonna be? Hint: It was the title of an episode of Sports Night.

There aren't Arabian ninjas, they just wear the same pants!

5000 presbyterians, 100 journalists, and a very tired Jonah

So I'm back, at long last. It's been two weeks like you wouldn't believe. I met a girl named Blithe and one named Virdi, for those of you into weird girl names. Also a guy named Jonars. In the past week I've been working on Rat, the magazine for mall rats. 20 pages, three people, one week. I have it as a pdf, and if anyone knows how I could upload it to the internet, that would be awesome, because then you could all see it. Triennium, as Nathan said, was phenomenally awesome. Words cannot describe. There was a Wizard of Oz event that was like a Journalcon on crack. Not only did we quote and snark, but there were Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque interactivities. Thomas, Nathan, and I, as flying monkeys, waited until the witch said "Fly, Fly, Fly!" then ran around the audience in masks, fezes, and wings screaming, whooping and jumping. It was crazy fun. A girl in my small group broke my slinky, so we cut off the broken part. The girl (Maria) turned it into a bracelet, so now I have a half-slinky, and I can tell people truthfully that the rest of my slinky is on some girl's wrist in California. If that's not awesome, I don't know what is. Anyway, that's all I have to say, also that I'm gonna update Corndog really soon.

You can't uninstall evil~Penny Arcade

Standing Stone was okay, but Triennium would have been better. I keep forgetting I'm the weird one. Mostly walking to and from the dam, to and from the rec hall, and playing cards, or video games when my cousins ditched me from time to time. It wasn't in a mean way, they just never made an effort to find me before they went and did stuff, and when I found them later in the day, they're all "Where've you been?" In my freaking cabin, if you cared to look. sheesh. oh well. Some are coming to Jekyll and Hyde.

Haha, tricked you, I'm a hippie.

No Quiero Taco Bell

I am back from Triennium.  I have no idea what to say about it in this post.  Thomas, Jonah and I formed a Harmonica, Didjeridoo (sp?), Water Bottle praise band called Slippery When Wet.  ummm.... Boycott Taco Bell.  Pittsburgh with an H, or Pittsburg without an H?  Say 'Bagel'.  Fly, Fly, FLY!!!!!! TWENTY THREE GUITAR SOLOS!  The Band.  Sumo Wrestling.  Global Partner Kickline.  Jesse of the pink hair.  Blithe, Darby, and Jazzimine.  Starship Tiderious!  Carry your Sandal....

Ok that made no sense to anyone but Thomas and Jonah, but I can't begin to describe everything that happened.  Suffice it to say it was really weird, but really fun.  Except maybe for the guitar solos.

Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlett letter, and, of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlett letter running by her side! Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi; at last we will have revenge

Hey, guys! I wish you weren't all gone. I'm sad and lonely.
Guess what?
Comstocks, if you're being INSANELY spoiler-free, turn away.
The official title of Episode III is Revenge of the Sith. Just as anybody could have guessed in 1983. Except us, I guess, 'cause we weren't born. But although it's an obvious choice, it's obvious because it's good. Certainly better than a title like "Attack of the Clones." So the sequence of movies (in movietime chronology): The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones, Revenge of the Sith, A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi. Hee. Little things like this give me such pleasure.
Marten and I have communication difficulties in talking about the movies, because he insists on referring to realtime chronology, and I keep referring to movietime. So I'll say Luke looks like Anakin in that shot, and he says no, Anakin looks like Luke. It's frustrating. Almost like the werewolf thing.

Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlett letter, and, of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlett letter running by her side! Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

Time-Study Man

You have no idea how weird I'm feeling right now. 
It's 6:30 in the evening and dinner is on the table, but to me it feels like morning, because I just got up, having gone to bed 3 hours previously.  I don't take naps; this is why.  My sleep schedule is gonna be off for a week.  Anyway, they want me down at the dinner table, but to me it's breakfast, and it's way to early for me to be able to handle it.
Ok, I've had a shower I'm a little better now.  We just saw Seussical! and one of the characters was so Thomas it was funny.  Thomas, you are now Horton the Elephant.
Then we played DnD until until the wee hours of the night.  I was a drunken mad dwarf.  It was fun.
Then I got carwashed.  ANd cars got washed by me, and so did the dog only not really.  Ok, more sleep now.  Adios!
Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlett letter, and, of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlett letter running by her side! Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

Sleep Something Something Watermelon

Eh, that's as good a title as any!
Did you hear the Canadian slipping in there?  That's courtesy of my awesome cousins and aunt, who are here at my house for a while.  We have been out doing things and stuff for a while now.  We hit the Children's Museum (the DINOSAUR exhibit is very cool) RAWR!, the bowling alley (bowled a 77), the arcade for some DDR, and of course, K-mart.  In case you haven't noticed, I'm ABUSING COLOUR!!!!! (note the U, very Canadian).  The reason for this is that I am VERY TIRED!!!!! For instance, I can't tell my rights from writes. Or wrongs or lefts or something.  Anyway, this knew (I mean new) template line is a great one from scarlet Letter.
So Evelyn (wings) is right next to me now, and she wants this to be known, despite the fact that that means all her potential internet stalkers will know EXACTLY WHERE SHE IS.  Anyway, I'm gonna let her type for a short spell.
I have no idea what to right, so I'll (oops, I'm doing it too.  Too much cousin bonding time methinks) just tell you all to go read my blog which I'll be updating more frequently since my mom knows about it now and I won't have to hide from her when I post.  I'm planning a "Surviving the Comstocks: Into the heart of Indianapolis's Insane community" for my upcoming blogs, so stay tuned.
Anyway, I don't have so much more to say right now, so I'm gonna rap up this entry. Darn, well to save face, I'll actually rap up this entry.
(Beatboxing) The entry is over
I typed the last word
So stop reading now
Or I'll flip you the bird
Word. 
(Addendum: How the heck does the Blogger spell check not know the word "blog"????? I mean, seriously!) 
 
Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlet letter, and, of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlet letter running by her side! Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

ARTORIUUUUUS! BOOOORRRRS!

Guess what?! Guess! Are you done guessing? Okay, I'll tell you now.

Yesterday I posted my Velma Kelly story-- Marten's read it but I don't think any of the rest of you have yet-- on fanfiction.net and it's been REVIEWED TWICE ALREADY! And the reviews are good! Really good! I'm so happy and excited about it! If any of you are interested, it's called "Closing Night" and it's a "Chicago" fic, which is under movies.

Also, I know the name of my roommate for next year. Her name is Katy Holmes. I haven't contacted her yet, because I'm not sure what to say. I need to think about it a bit. But it's weird, because for some reason I had this odd premonition that her name would be Katy. Spelled like that and everything. Hmm.

I am made of POISON!

Lovely Ladies

My cousins are here. It's fun, even if they are a little normal sometimes. They make up for it by being from Canada, where Carwashes are apparently illegal. I swear if we could harness the endless energy of ten year olds we wouldn't need cold fusion. But I'll survive.
In other news, we had a Jekyll and Hyde blocking rehearsal today. I'm a pickpocket and I GET PROSTITUTES! I know I'm a little too excited about it, but you have to remember I was the girl last time. It's nice to have hot ones hanging on me. (Don't worry, Ash, you're still my #1 girl)
Also, Rachel, you might be interested to know that Brad just got upgraded from 2 or 3 lines to one of the three largest parts in the show.

I am made of POISON!

I know I'll regret it, but I'm curious to find out exactly how~T&R

I'm back, too. I'm tired. I'm glad Thomas isn't dead. We thought he might be, and "golf" was just his parents in denial. Michigan was fun, I think we should do three days instead of two more often. It feels considerably longer, though. It was the first time in a while that we had to set up in the dark. On saturday I spent the day with a drama troupe, met some interesting people. It was kinda spooky, how similar they were to our group. They even had the same idea of combining bagels and muffins, as well as a few other inside jokes at least half of you guys know about. If we can ever get clothes for you guys, I think it would be fun to start a drama group. It would be part of my plan to revive vaudeville! We could sing and do tricks as well as act, it would be great.

I am made of POISON!

Don't worry, I won't let them rape you.

Thanks to everybody who came out for me to see King Arthur. For my official review of it, you can go to my LJ.

Really, I was just looking for an excuse to use that line as a post title.

I wish I could think of something else to say. I really can't.

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

This was Glein and Agned, Caerleon and Linnuis, Cit Coit Caledon and Badon Hill

Yo! Everybody who wants to come to see King Arthur:
Tomorrow (Friday), 4:10, Glendale.

That is all.

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

Facade

Have you ever lied for absolutely no reason? I mean, I was talking to someone today, and I just... lied. Totally inexplicably. I didn't even think about it at all. A total fabrication just escaped my lips. It couldn't in any concievable way have helped me, but it could hurt me in many ways. Immediately afterwards, I regretted it, but then there was nothing I could do, and nw I feel all guilty. But what do I do now? Just say, 'sorry, that wasn't really true?' I mean I can't apologize if I didn't have any reason. And why did I do it? Was it something subconscious? Whatever it was, it's freaking me out majorly.

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

Play not with the magic of strange salts~T&R

I've got my driver's license! I'm a licensed driver! Now all I need is a job to pay for insurance and 3 months so I can drive with passengers and I'm set!

This spaghetti would taste a lot better with grated cheese. hey, I was being literal there, but that would be a good template! or maybe not... I'm done!

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

Too tired to think of a title

So it's 10 am and I just woke up so I'm all like "I'm gonna post on the blog, except that I have nothing really to say but I'll make up for it with my wit and charm or something"
Well, I do have a few things. For instance, everyone should know about "Rock, Paper, Saddam" Also, I would encourage you to all go see Fahrenheit 911. It's a good movie.
I went to a party last night. The most interesting thing was probably the attempt to cut a watermelon with a bread knife. We ended up cutting a weird, jagged elipse around the melon, and then scooping out the insides with an ice-cream scoop and eating it with spoons.
Also, if you haven't seen tailsteak.tk before, the Tournament of Things is just starting.
To conclude, for Evelyn, I'm starting a Canadian COuntdown: 3 1/4 Days!

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

"Well met by moonlight. Merry meet. A star shines on--" "Wotcha."

There. I'm home now. Florida was all right, although I was sick part of the time, which sucked. I don't really want to talk about that. I did get to so some cool stuff at Universal, and swim in the Gulf, and we stopped and saw this really awesome Titanic exhibit. If anyone's ever passing though the Orlando area, I encourage them to go find it. It's called Ship of Dreams, and you get to go inside reproductions of some of the rooms on board, and then you stand outside on the deck, and it's really cold... Their attention to detail is amazing. It was a really moving thing to go through, especially for me, as I was a pretty huge Titanic buff for a while there until I'd learned pretty much everything. After we left I played the soundtrack to Titanic the Musical in the car. That's a good musical. You know. "No moon, no wind/ Nothing to spy things by/ No wave, no swell/ No line where sea meets sky/ Stillness, darkness/ Can't see a thing, says I/ No reflection, not a shadow/ Not a glint of light meets the eye/ And we go sailing, sailing/ Ever westward on the sea/ We go sailing, sailing/ Ever on go we..." This is material perhaps better suited to my lj. I'll talk about it there later.

Marten, sorry I wasn't here for your birthday. Happy birthday! (throws confetti)

Go and tell the children of the night to make beautiful music somewhere else, will you? I have a headache.

Everything you know is wrong

Today is infinite improbability day! When nothing goes as expected. It started this morning at the Wimbleton Womens finals when 13th seeded Maria Sharapova beat first seeded Serena Williams. (In related news, I'm dumping Janel Moloney. Maria's closer to my age anyway.) Also unusual, Nathan watching an two entire sporting events ( I also watched Roddick vs Ancic). Tennis is severely underated.
After that I successfully made an egg that wasn't scrambled. A little while later we played hearts. Jonah and I each shot the moon, and I wasn't even trying to till I was nearly there. Jonah got incredibly lucky at all points in the game. After that we heard thnat the general assembly gay and lesbian ordination motion only failed by four votes, which is probably the most amazing thing. Then we went outside and got caught in a terrible freak rainstorm. Lots of weird stuff keeps happening. It'll be worse by the end of the day, mark my words


Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Happy Birthday song

All Bloggers, Sushi girls, Lawrence Fishburne, Zombie Frank Sinatra and the cast of Rent:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday/ 600th post/ Canada day dear Marten!
Happy Birthday to you!

Nathan: Thanks everyone, and welcome to the Marten's Birthday/ Canada day/ 600th post spectacular! Today we're gonna be--
Lawyers: That song is private private property! You are so getting sued!
Nathan: But we're not making any money of it!
Lawyers: Doesn't matter. It's online, you gotta pay royalties
Zombie Frank Sinatra: BRAAAIIIINNNSSSS........... be a lady tonight!
Lawyers: Arghhh!!!
Nathan: Always said they were to smart for their own good! Any way, Marten's turning 17, and we're gonna keep the party goin' all night long. Now I'm gonna turn it over to--
ZFS: Fly me to the BRAAAIINS...... and let me play among the stars!
Lawrence Fishburne: There is no brains
Jonah: Are. There are no brains.
Michael: You just corrected Lawrence Fishburnes grammar. Do you have any idea how dorky that looks!
Paul: Uh.. Nathan, don't you think you oughta -- hey, where'd he go?
Jane: Ashley's gone too! Oh, don't ask!
Mimi: Are we gonna do our number, or can we go home?
Marten: Oh, go ahead
Cast of Rent: FIve hundred twenty five thousand six hundred--
ZFS:BRAAAAIIIIINNSSSSSS
Lawrence:I'm gettin' out of here!
Cast of Rent: Seasons of Loooooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeee!
ZMS: BBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSSS!
Nathan(running in, improvizing in Falsetto) Ma-a-a-a-a-arteeeeen!
All: Seasons of Ma-a-a-a-a-arteeeeen!(BBBRRRAAINNNS)
[Jazz hands]

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

six years of nifty darn comics!~sluggy

I'd do a birthday post, but, I don't wanna.

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

My vertex seems more or less fine.~T&R

I had a weird dream last night. There we're odd looking flying machines, like spaceships from an anime, or something, and I was hearing a radio news program explaining why they worked. Eventually, I drove one to pick up Sophia, who was trappied in Sophie's body, (Sophie was one of the four yearolds from vbs) and we had to try and find a way to get her out. Meanwhile, Sophie was still in her own body, and I kept losing track of Sophia, so I had to ask Sophie to let her say things. then I woke up in another dream, that I don't remember. Then I really woke up.

Supposedly, your subconcious knows everything, but i disagree. I think you notice somethings, and your subconcious only notices the rest. thats why dreams seem to mean something some times, but they're really just random and weird.

My birthday is tomorrow!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Taco can't create a comic strip, that would break the whole allegory~T&R

I feel really weird. As in not normal for me.
I couldn't sleep friday night at the church thing, so I went to the multi-purpose room, put in one of my cds and danced. It had to look stupid to anyone not listening to the music. Oh well. It was 2 in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. It was the strangest thing I've done recently. I feel really strange.
Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Dead Monkey Sitcom

Eh, I definitely forgot what the name of our possible sitcom was going to be, but whatever. I have a semi-major emergency. I lost my phone. My cell phone. I feel so naked without it...I think I left it at the church. So, if you guys are going tomorrow for church (which I guess you are) could you ask Patty if anyone found a blue cell phone? I hope nobody stole it...although that'd be doubly awful seeing as I lost it in a church!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Can't Keep out the Night!

so tired....
too much input. brain ready to explode. can't remember........anything. neglecting everything. I feel like I'm in a dream. I'm gonna be out of it for....a while now. but I will return.

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Against my will, I take my leave

Well, off I go to Florida tomorrow morning. I'll be back July 4th. By the time I get back, I wish for everyone to have RSVP'd to my King Arthur invitation. Yes or no? Which day?
I'm going to be bored in Florida. You can read outside, but you can't write outside, and I'm going to get sunburned anyway, or return as pale as I am right now. I'll want to stay inside all the time, and my mom will make me go outside, and I'll be bored. And my brother will drive me crazy. In fact, by the time it's over, everybody in my family will be driving me crazy.
We still don't have our DSL back. I'm beginning to think it will be like the heat in Mr. Davis's room and we'll get it back only when we least expect it. In a few years. Sigh.
"I don't hold with forn parts." - Esmerelda Weatherwax

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Everybody wants be in a crappy musical!~The combined autobiographies of Nathan, Jonah, and Marten

Well, you know how we made it into the thrilling and tragic musical lair of the fairy people. Shut up Jonah, you ruined the whole thing. Maybe we should give up on the word by word thing. Ha! Noffke rhymes with off key, there's another Jonah, and the Bishop gets set on fire! There's a giant moon, and the floor is red, like most everything else. It's all red, black and white. Come see the show. Hopefully our publicity manager won't get mad about this.

In other news, Eighteen four-year-olds. 'nuff said. Details in individual posts. You're mother is an aardvark, and your father smells of eldeberries. You can't mix quotes! Okay, don't say that. Jonah caved! He's still in marching band! Now before you get all upset, you should know that I didn't cave until I'd gotten pretty much everything I wanted. I can miss half of each day of band camp, and all of the June rehearsals. Also, they really need me back. No they don't, I've heard you play.something. The cat was on the skateboard, but I was unable to launch it. FIN!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

And so my Lord was gone. And no one has seen him since.

Okay, so who wants to come see King Arthur with me? And do you want to see it on the 8th or the 9th? If it's on the 8th it will probably have to be in the evening, whereas on the 9th it can probably be in the afternoon.

Here is a fanfic rec for you all-- The Not Quite Love Letters, a SW fic on fanfiction.net. It's about Han and Leia and their relationship after the Battle of Yavin revealed through a few angsty journal entries, but mostly through official Alliance communications and random things like that. In the first chapter Han invites Leia to polish his medal. In the second chapter, computer terminals get thrown onto people's heads. It's really funny.


Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Was I trying to figure out how to safely launch ham into space or was that another hallucination?~T&R

I felt spontaneous. Thomas humored me.

Tofig36: MysteriousBob87: roogle
Tofig36: snargle
MysteriousBob87: Gleek! Gleek!
MysteriousBob87: shneked
Tofig36: ILBER ILBER
MysteriousBob87: Jeshna!
Tofig36: KURTLE
MysteriousBob87: YICKTEL!
Tofig36: UGFUF!
MysteriousBob87: ...Kithog
Tofig36: snetich
MysteriousBob87: Tehichy!:-)
Tofig36: alpharen
MysteriousBob87: gettlbrogh
MysteriousBob87: qilltort?
Tofig36: renwart
MysteriousBob87: neggit.
MysteriousBob87: we are weird
Tofig36: yes we are

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Rockin' The Boat

Ladies and gentlemen, the finished boat.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Aylee keeps devouring other people's posessions without asking permission.~Sluggy Freelance

Ok, so my sister's party wasn't dreadfully annoying, but it was pretty boring until most of her friends left. They tried to brake a piniata with a broken ruler. It wasn't even funny, it was just pitiful. I gave them half a pool cue to smite the paper mache pig. Later on, I played cards with the last of the guests, people I actually knew from middleschool. One of them turned out to be obscurely related to us. We've got another half cousin now.

It's Garage Sale Day! I've been looking for a TV, but everything is either too small, or doesn't have the right connection thingies for my ps2. And the cost of some, geez. Some people don't understand the purpose of a garage sale. The point is to get rid of stuff, not to make a whole lot of money. It's pocket change, most likely going to be spent on the equally cheap merchandise of others. Some people got the idea, though, like the person from whom I bought a sega genesis. one dollar. It was fate. There was the machine, and there was a dollar in my pocket. Now I just have to find some games, another controller, and the wires I need to plug it in.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! We willna be fooled again!

Thanks to everybody who told me it was ok. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy that you actually took time to say it. :) Plus, it turns out you were right. I apparently, I just have a slightly large, but fully functioning and cyst-free thyroid. So yay! Also, I don't have TB. It's all good news here.

Sophia, you've made me sad. Come on, my life is pretty boring too, I just talk about it anyway. I mean, let's look at this objectively: my last post was about Discworld books and my thyroid. Please.

Anyway, my dad says that if our DSL isn't up very soon we're getting cable internet, just to spite the dsl people. But that would be super inconvenient really, because in order to afford it we'd have to get rid of AOL, and I've already filled out all my college stuff with my AOL account, and we'd have to download AIM and everything. That's bad.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

We're filled with drugs. We need to think about your proposal clearly.~T&R

There should be a JournalCon of some kind this weekend, starting sometime before 6 on friday. Mostly so I can get out of a house full of middleschool girls. Yes, it's my sisters birthday party, and it's planning on being loud and annoying. Some one with a big house, save me! We could make it Sophia's going away JournalCon, despite the fact that she'll still come to other journalcons. Or maybe it could be a Sophia's not really leaving JournalCon. C'mon, sometimes you have something to say. Thomas doesn't post frequently, and niether do I anymore. Just post when something interesting happens to you, or when you happen to something interesting. Once you're gone, you'll have something you wanted to post. Please stay with us?

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Losers Unite

Hey all. Look, I'm really sorry about this, but I don't think I'm gonna be a blogger anymore. I'm not about to lie and tell you that I don't have enough time because, hello, it's summer, but I just don't have anything to say. You shouldn't miss me too much seeing as I don't say anything anyway. I'd still love to journalcon with you guys though (yes, now it's a verb). It's not you, it's me. ;)

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

2+2

So I quit marching band. Definitely, for sure, I am not participating in this, the 2004 season of the LNHS season. Absolutely for certian.
Except that I might not.
See, my reason for quitting was of course Jekyll and Hyde, but Mr. Noffke doesn't want me to take two consecutive weeks off (Triennium and Newspaper camp) and I can't quit those, since my parents have already put down about $300 for each. If I'm out of Jekyll and Hyde for that, I might as well do Marching Band.
EDIT: Noffke's gonna let me get do it, so I guess I am quitting. But if I miss one day, I'm out.

Also, Nathan and I started building a boat today. It also started flooding. Amazingly enough, these two things are not related.
Inspired by an episode of Biography on A&E last night, Nathan and I have officially made our college plans. We're going to NYU to study acting, just like the Olsen twins. In fact, they'll still be there, so we're planning to either marry them or collaborate on an award-winning sitcom, or both. With the acting genius of Nathan and I and the star power of MK & Ashley, we'll be rich. It's fool-proof. (My title is the prospective title of the show or an associated autobiography).
Also, that's the new "We should get married... to other people."
Now it's "We should get married... to the Olsen twins."
In conclusion, the boredom of the summer is almost certianly getting to us.


I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Nac Mac Feegle, wha hae!

Yesterday I purchased The Wee Free Men. I am now reading it. And when I'm done that will leave only The Last Hero that I haven't read, not counting A Hat Full of Sky, which I don't think is out this side of the pond yet. And, just as a heads up, the next DW book will be called Going Postal and it's coming out in October or November. It's about the postal system and golems. That's all I've been able to get. I think it's another misc. with cameos, like Monstrous Regiment was.

I have now listened to the Two Towers tapes, and if you want a few highlights, check out my journal. If you don't have its address, just let me know and I'll email it to you, since I don't think blogger will let me put the link up here.

Yesterday I went to the doctor to get vaccinated so that I can go to college. So I got a meningitis vaccine and a TB test. Yay. Then it turns out I have an enlarged thyroid gland, and I don't really know what that means, but they had to draw blood to test. I've never had that done before; it was kinda creepy. Then I have to go in again tomorrow so they can ultrasound my neck, I guess, and try to figure out why my thyroid is enlarged. I'm a little worried about it, I can tell you... Well, anyway. Just thought I'd put that out there so everybody can say, "Don't be worried, Erin, it's okay."

Later.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Imagine

Someone should make a fun BMV. Something like Dr. Jones's Orthodontist's office. Put an arcade in there, a really good snack bar (or at least some vending machines), Public internet terminals and a play area for the kids. Imagine the difference if instead of "Now I have to go back to the BMV..." It was "Now we get to go back to the BMV!! I'm so excited!"
Seriously is there some goverment rule that says BMV's have to be drab and dreary? Everyone hates going there so much and it's something that wouldn't be hard to do.
In case you haven't figured it out, I got my permit today. In fact that's all I did, since it took me, all in all, about six hours. Yeah.
After that we drove around the parking lot, where I concluded that driving is not nearly as easy as it looks.
And on the way home we listened to a tribute to Ray Charles, including his unique version of the song "Imagine":
"Imagine all the people (All the little people)
Living... Living there whole lives.. just for today..."
What a guy. Well that's all I have to say. Oh, also Micheal, could you link me to your West Wing script site cause I'm lazy? Thanks.
I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

They're my emergency pants.~Sluggy Freelance

I went shopping yesterday. It's something I don't often do, but my mom decided we need new clothes. I guess I do, I've only got one pair of shorts. So now we're $300 dollars in the hole, but I have 2 new pairs of shorts and Lounge Pants! I was stuck between two pairs, one covered with smileys and a pair of mario-print pants. The extreme yellow and the power of smileys was tough to pass up, but the sheer novelty of Mario won me over. I get my license now!

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

Cornfrohawks Forever: The Autobiography of Starfish Apple Comstock

For those of you not privy to the conversation, I have officially decided to name my daughter, should i ever have one, Starfish. It's a great name, with many cool nicknames - Star, Starry, Fish, Fishy, Starfy, Arfish. She will probably not sport a cornfrohawk, but you just never know.
Which brings me to other news: I am getting a haircut today. I am going to pay some person money to cut off my hair. Barbering is one of the few industries where we pay people to take things away. Also banking, but the difference is that there is an understanding that the bank will give you your money back someday, whereas the barbershop would never in a million years return your hair.
Another such business is daycare, but this is also temporary, and usually much shorter term than the bank. So, in conclusion - You pay daycare to take your kids for a day, The bank to take your money for some years, and the barbershop to take your hair FOREVER. Luckily hair grows back, and is an infinitely renewable resource, unless you are Homer Simpson or Captian Picard.
Has everybody heard of the Wikipedia? The ultimate experiment in anarchy - anyone can update a page with new info. You could. I could. Gary Coleman could. Gary Coleman is, by the way, in a new musical called Avenue Q which just won a lot of Tonys. It's about homosexuality and rascism and muppets, and Gary Coleman is played by a woman.
Anyway, if I ever had a topic to get off it I lost it a long time ago.

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General

I'm smart! Or, at least, smarter than I thought I was. Report cards came today. I got straight A's for term six, and only two B's and one C cumulatively. Because of the weight, I actually had a 4.048 for term six, which really helped drag my cumulative GPA out of the gutter(Yes, I consider a 3.3 to be the gutter. I can do better). It will make my parents very happy, which should in turn make me very happy. It's nice to be back on track.
Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

"Do you think I'm proud of this? I've got a brother who's a sheepdog!" "A *champion* sheepdog."

The Happy Fun Hanover Weekend went over basically without a hitch. Sometimes, though, when I'm with my grandparents and my Aunt Barbara and my mom, I really wish I had a tape recorder. Some of this stuff, you just can't make it up. I could have sworn we were going to get arrested for breaking and entering.

I saw "Troy" yesterday. It's an interesting movie. Brad Pitt was very pretty. Orlando Bloom was funny as Paris because he was such a big wimp. And he did a lot of Legolas bow-and-arrow stuff and a lot of Will Turner sword stuff. I loved Hector and I was sad when he died. We cheered three times. The first was for the King Arthur trailer, which was awesome. The second time was when Rose Byrne (Dormé from AOTC), who played Briseis, stabbed Agamemnon in the neck. It must have been the handmaiden training. The third was when Aeneas got a little cameo. But they did so many things wrong in that movie. For example, the Trojan War was supposed to be nine years long, and in the movie it was about 16 days. And that's counting the twelve-day timeout for Hector's funeral. There's lots more, but my friend Alicia is writing a review of it,a and I get to comment upon it, so I will probably be more coherent after that.

I now own three more Discworld books! I have Small Gods, Hogfather, and The Fifth Elephant. The only books in the main series that I don't have now are Reaper Man and Thief of Time. I'm most excited about having Fifth Elephant because that was the second DW book I read and I can't remember what happens. I looked through all the Carrot and Angua parts last night, and they are really so touching when you know Carrot and Angua. He goes after her. He almost says he loves her. He holds her hand. He promises to kill her if he ever needs to. She cries. She gets called a dog. She fights her family. She says, "Carrot's mine." I love that couple. They're so screwed up.

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.