You guys want some grapes?
So, yo.
I think I updated last month, so that means I am pretty consistent, and I will have updated twice without Kyle having updated once. That is, two consecutive posts on this journal will be in 14 point, teal, Tempus Sans ITC font. Is teal greenish?
...
"A moderate or dark bluish green to greenish blue."
Ok, that answers my question. So which greenish color is better? Kyle's "I am standard, boring, and possibly murderous green" or my "cool, in your face, not scared to break them rules" green(ish color)?
Please comment with a detailed answer.
So, anyway. What's up with the MySpace craze? LJ is where it's at people. Terri has a MySpace (myspace? or Myspace?) and at first she tried to delete her account but it was "too hard" and she kept it. And now she mantains it. Is this true? Is it really "difficult" to delete a myspace account? Is that how everyone is being controlled?
But, yo. I cannot wait until Keven Federline's aka K-Fed's new album drops. That shitz is going to be hot(t). Two T's for double Taking you out and ruining your shit in front of your family and friends. Gosh, I cannot wait for that hot single "Popo Zão". And I gotta learn Portugese. Any language putting tildes over their vowels is not to be denied.
(K-Fed doing what he does best [existing])
So enough about how great K-Fed is.
I really have little to speak about today, unfortunately.
Oh yeah. My Latin professor, one time this semester, accidentally flipped his shirt up, and we saw his hairy stomach. It was awkward. "Awkward" is a damn awkward word. What a hypocrite.
So I've joined the Plainfield Curling Club sans Teresita "The Dean" Merino. She decided against it, even though she's the one who said we were going to be World Champions.
And Happy Birthday, Terri.
Last night, I had a Milky Way milk drink. It was pretty good. I also had one half of a pineapple ring.
They call them pineapples cause they are like apples except they grow on pine trees.
(Right?)
And yo, Steve P. texted me "It is the shut" on my phone. It is part of this(partial) poem:
Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
So, what is the shut again? Yeah, whatever Hopkins. If that is your real name.
And if you plan on telling me, I want an essay, not just some lame explanation.
Ok, this post has gotten out of hand, much like my curling skills. Time to wind down.
(I realize I used that boastful curling line already.)
Ames amerisque.
Pax, stulti.
I think I updated last month, so that means I am pretty consistent, and I will have updated twice without Kyle having updated once. That is, two consecutive posts on this journal will be in 14 point, teal, Tempus Sans ITC font. Is teal greenish?
...
"A moderate or dark bluish green to greenish blue."
Ok, that answers my question. So which greenish color is better? Kyle's "I am standard, boring, and possibly murderous green" or my "cool, in your face, not scared to break them rules" green(ish color)?
Please comment with a detailed answer.
So, anyway. What's up with the MySpace craze? LJ is where it's at people. Terri has a MySpace (myspace? or Myspace?) and at first she tried to delete her account but it was "too hard" and she kept it. And now she mantains it. Is this true? Is it really "difficult" to delete a myspace account? Is that how everyone is being controlled?
But, yo. I cannot wait until Keven Federline's aka K-Fed's new album drops. That shitz is going to be hot(t). Two T's for double Taking you out and ruining your shit in front of your family and friends. Gosh, I cannot wait for that hot single "Popo Zão". And I gotta learn Portugese. Any language putting tildes over their vowels is not to be denied.
(K-Fed doing what he does best [existing])
So enough about how great K-Fed is.
I really have little to speak about today, unfortunately.
Oh yeah. My Latin professor, one time this semester, accidentally flipped his shirt up, and we saw his hairy stomach. It was awkward. "Awkward" is a damn awkward word. What a hypocrite.
So I've joined the Plainfield Curling Club sans Teresita "The Dean" Merino. She decided against it, even though she's the one who said we were going to be World Champions.
And Happy Birthday, Terri.
Last night, I had a Milky Way milk drink. It was pretty good. I also had one half of a pineapple ring.
They call them pineapples cause they are like apples except they grow on pine trees.
(Right?)
And yo, Steve P. texted me "It is the shut" on my phone. It is part of this(partial) poem:
Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
So, what is the shut again? Yeah, whatever Hopkins. If that is your real name.
And if you plan on telling me, I want an essay, not just some lame explanation.
Ok, this post has gotten out of hand, much like my curling skills. Time to wind down.
(I realize I used that boastful curling line already.)
Ames amerisque.
Pax, stulti.