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I have so much to do today. I have to go to the place of unspeakableness at 8:30, which I would explain, except for that it's unspeakable so I can't speak about it. Unspeakable is a weird word. It's one of those that looks like it should be grammatically incorrect but isn't. ...or is it? And then I have to "furnish a work permit" as stated on the stop and shop application, which is annoying becase I will be 17 in like a month and a half. And it hasn't been THAT long since I quit. They should keep these things when the person makes it clear that they have intentions of coming back to work. Then I have to go to stop and shop and get it signed, and then go BACK to the school and have it signed again. I should have done this earlier, then I wouldn't have to do it all in one day. I've had all week to do it. Eh.
And then I must go to the mall and return the video game of incredible disappointingness. Now THAT is a weird looking word. Probably because it IS grammatically incorrect. As you see, I have not yet come to accept that there are, in fact, other options for displaying stress on a word. It's too complicated for me, I'll stick with capitalization-induced shouting. So I guess that doesn't sound like a lot to do, but considering the distances between these places it's going to take forever. And I have to go to the bank, and I have to get some gas. I also have to get RID of some gas, but that's a whole different story.
Ew. Slightly unripened bananas are disgusting.
So I am assuming my dad will be driving to the place of unspeakableness, which is going to be really annoying because it's in the morning and he snorts every two seconds in the morning. It drives me insane. So insane, in fact, that I wrote a poem about it, entitled "The Noise."
Laying eggs behind my eyes
That hatch inside my brain
And scratch away at what remains
Of my power to be sane
Like a flower in the rain
Too much water to contain
As his daughter I complain
In some way it does pertain
To a most frustrating game
That your pride and egos maim
And you can only lose the game
For when your shot you cannot aim
My vigor and verve I can’t regain
When I’m listening to that noise.
All my patience it destroys
To no end that noise annoys
My nerves are not the roughing toys
That you serve to little boys
So conserve those snorting joys
For when I cannot hear.
When I’m in the room or near
My tolerance’s doom I fear
And filled with gloom for my poor ear
I know I must sometime come near.
I thought I could get away with claiming that it was about something else, because it's so much more dramatic then how I really feel about it, but the fact is that that's what I was thinking when I wrote it. Granted, it's an annoying snorting noise, but I definitely got carried away.
Caitlin Sarah and Becca! When you read this, which I'm sure you will not, I have an idea. Sarah and Becca you have to make your own LJ accounts and the three of us will start our own community so we don't have to have extreme conversations in the reply boards. Feedback?
And just so everyone knows, I don't really feel grateful right now, I just thought it would be humorous since I am listening to Greatful Dead. The Great Greatful Dead. HA. Sarah? Props???? *please accept me...*
And then I must go to the mall and return the video game of incredible disappointingness. Now THAT is a weird looking word. Probably because it IS grammatically incorrect. As you see, I have not yet come to accept that there are, in fact, other options for displaying stress on a word. It's too complicated for me, I'll stick with capitalization-induced shouting. So I guess that doesn't sound like a lot to do, but considering the distances between these places it's going to take forever. And I have to go to the bank, and I have to get some gas. I also have to get RID of some gas, but that's a whole different story.
Ew. Slightly unripened bananas are disgusting.
So I am assuming my dad will be driving to the place of unspeakableness, which is going to be really annoying because it's in the morning and he snorts every two seconds in the morning. It drives me insane. So insane, in fact, that I wrote a poem about it, entitled "The Noise."
Laying eggs behind my eyes
That hatch inside my brain
And scratch away at what remains
Of my power to be sane
Like a flower in the rain
Too much water to contain
As his daughter I complain
In some way it does pertain
To a most frustrating game
That your pride and egos maim
And you can only lose the game
For when your shot you cannot aim
My vigor and verve I can’t regain
When I’m listening to that noise.
All my patience it destroys
To no end that noise annoys
My nerves are not the roughing toys
That you serve to little boys
So conserve those snorting joys
For when I cannot hear.
When I’m in the room or near
My tolerance’s doom I fear
And filled with gloom for my poor ear
I know I must sometime come near.
I thought I could get away with claiming that it was about something else, because it's so much more dramatic then how I really feel about it, but the fact is that that's what I was thinking when I wrote it. Granted, it's an annoying snorting noise, but I definitely got carried away.
Caitlin Sarah and Becca! When you read this, which I'm sure you will not, I have an idea. Sarah and Becca you have to make your own LJ accounts and the three of us will start our own community so we don't have to have extreme conversations in the reply boards. Feedback?
And just so everyone knows, I don't really feel grateful right now, I just thought it would be humorous since I am listening to Greatful Dead. The Great Greatful Dead. HA. Sarah? Props???? *please accept me...*