"Deja de beber tanta cerveza y lucha"...
Man. I had no idea our school was so fucking bad. Now our school newspaper has never been very good, its mostly just bitching about stuff and rascist cartoons (one showed a charachter of israel---in a TURBAN. yeah you know those crazy jews.) but apparently in the last issue there was an article in the opinion column about the morning after pill--someone had written an article in favour of it, and so the school confiscated all the copies they could get their hands on and now the moderators of the newspaper are resigning. I still havent read this article yet but someone'll give it to me soon, hopefully. aaagh. apparenlty the principal aproved it on a list of topics but assumed it would be ANGAINST it, and didnt actually read the article until somebody told him, i guess.
yeah, so we had some kindof a small amnesty meeting today...we reealy need something to do, so im gonna try and go to the Takoma Park chapter meeting tomorrow evening and try and contact other people in the area+ such,hopefully we can actually take some initiative...
Porco Dio, Stéfano ha muerto.
La Parca se ha llevado a Tamburini.
Tú o tu engendro, reinabas en el 30
Pero a dónde ir cuando no ve el camino.
Te has destrozado los circuitos del cráneo.
Te has arrancado el corazón
para la heroína en esta aventura,
Maldita aventura de coacción sintética.
Todavía recuerdo las bandas unidas
hasta que llegaste jodiendo poco a poco
para acabar expuesta en Lampedusa
recuperando el hiperrealismo
"cadáver de joven toxicómana"
Recuperando el hiperrealismo.
No ves en colores y ya no ves nada
pinchas en la máquina, nostalgia Punk
vuelves a lanzarte en tu carrera
La vida se convierte en un estado de la mente.
Ahora y por fin nada te va a preocupar
Con ella en el 30 quedas para ligar.
El nivel 30 siempre será
El favorito para traficar.
Maldita cerda! Has matado a Tamburini.
-Kortatu
going to see the passion this weekend..i hear its good. even the anoying 'anarchist' girl that always goes around our school jesus-bashing like an idiot (as in her rebellion'd be more effective if she had some idea of what the fuck she's talking about) apparenlty cried. i heard her talking today to some people ("I cried because it was NASTY, not because i care about Jesus") haha. so i guess ill have to wait and see.
we had 'culture day' today... they mistimed it so badly that we still mustve had an hour or more of perfomrances by the time it was time to leave, so i think the last few groups got about a 3-person audience..its kinda sad. they should divide it over 2 days. that way people'll be able to better appreciate it without fear of loosing circulation to their asses. There were actually a few ok acts...although it was hard to enjoy them with the kid next to me going "pshh. i could do that. thats not as hard as it looks. pshh." while the people on stage are doing all these crazy acrobatics and crap...finally someone told him to shut the fuck up because "they're not here ot impress you" hahah. of course...some of it did need work. i dont know WHY the fuck aj chose the song she decided to sing...and WHY she sung it with Burkey...
i also thinked my wierd new schedule is fucking up my internal clock completely. im exhausted when its time to do homework and awake when its time to sleep.
yeah im done bitching for tonight.
yeah, so we had some kindof a small amnesty meeting today...we reealy need something to do, so im gonna try and go to the Takoma Park chapter meeting tomorrow evening and try and contact other people in the area+ such,hopefully we can actually take some initiative...
Porco Dio, Stéfano ha muerto.
La Parca se ha llevado a Tamburini.
Tú o tu engendro, reinabas en el 30
Pero a dónde ir cuando no ve el camino.
Te has destrozado los circuitos del cráneo.
Te has arrancado el corazón
para la heroína en esta aventura,
Maldita aventura de coacción sintética.
Todavía recuerdo las bandas unidas
hasta que llegaste jodiendo poco a poco
para acabar expuesta en Lampedusa
recuperando el hiperrealismo
"cadáver de joven toxicómana"
Recuperando el hiperrealismo.
No ves en colores y ya no ves nada
pinchas en la máquina, nostalgia Punk
vuelves a lanzarte en tu carrera
La vida se convierte en un estado de la mente.
Ahora y por fin nada te va a preocupar
Con ella en el 30 quedas para ligar.
El nivel 30 siempre será
El favorito para traficar.
Maldita cerda! Has matado a Tamburini.
-Kortatu
going to see the passion this weekend..i hear its good. even the anoying 'anarchist' girl that always goes around our school jesus-bashing like an idiot (as in her rebellion'd be more effective if she had some idea of what the fuck she's talking about) apparenlty cried. i heard her talking today to some people ("I cried because it was NASTY, not because i care about Jesus") haha. so i guess ill have to wait and see.
we had 'culture day' today... they mistimed it so badly that we still mustve had an hour or more of perfomrances by the time it was time to leave, so i think the last few groups got about a 3-person audience..its kinda sad. they should divide it over 2 days. that way people'll be able to better appreciate it without fear of loosing circulation to their asses. There were actually a few ok acts...although it was hard to enjoy them with the kid next to me going "pshh. i could do that. thats not as hard as it looks. pshh." while the people on stage are doing all these crazy acrobatics and crap...finally someone told him to shut the fuck up because "they're not here ot impress you" hahah. of course...some of it did need work. i dont know WHY the fuck aj chose the song she decided to sing...and WHY she sung it with Burkey...
i also thinked my wierd new schedule is fucking up my internal clock completely. im exhausted when its time to do homework and awake when its time to sleep.
yeah im done bitching for tonight.