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."