Alas, Earwax and Important Things One Finds in Pockets
I miss the old Dumbledore. In English, we're watching Camelot, the musical.
Which.
Is.
Hilarious.
And not completely meant to be.
I'm not going to ruin it, because many things are only funny at the time, in a certain sleep-deprived state, or in hysterics- such as realizing on must read and answer questions on a farce by the end of the current bell. Desole, madame.
And this relates to Dumbledore, because Richard Harris plays King Arthur.
I'm about to write a short story in French. No, it's actually not required for class or anything, it's just impromptu!Kwyl moment. I think I shall post it up here as soon as I'm done. Once it's done.
aka- 3 AP classes, Hnrs. English, and zero bell stealing away rare hours of sleep...yeah...
I've come into a terribly frustrating habit of late. When I becoming blindingly annoyed, I grin like, well, BBC Merlin in the stocks, faced with vegetables. Then it's rather difficult to explain that I am, in fact, annoying, and becoming furious. Unfortunately, bothersome people who I'm still fond of nonetheless enjoy maiming the names of all things Harry Potter.
I have also, with my ability to catch many random ideas and put none of them to any good use, come up with yet another story, in which someone destined for heaven asks God for permission to go to hell to bring hope and the like. A burning!modern!epic.
I had the terrible misfortune yesterday of wearing both shirt, pants, and jacket without pockets. Meaning that I had no "aha, that's where I put my pencil!" moments, and that I chased index cards around outside because I was rushing off to my next class, and my fingers got cold. Pockets are a good thing. Je les aime.
dansez pour la neige-
Kwyl
Which.
Is.
Hilarious.
And not completely meant to be.
I'm not going to ruin it, because many things are only funny at the time, in a certain sleep-deprived state, or in hysterics- such as realizing on must read and answer questions on a farce by the end of the current bell. Desole, madame.
And this relates to Dumbledore, because Richard Harris plays King Arthur.
I'm about to write a short story in French. No, it's actually not required for class or anything, it's just impromptu!Kwyl moment. I think I shall post it up here as soon as I'm done. Once it's done.
aka- 3 AP classes, Hnrs. English, and zero bell stealing away rare hours of sleep...yeah...
I've come into a terribly frustrating habit of late. When I becoming blindingly annoyed, I grin like, well, BBC Merlin in the stocks, faced with vegetables. Then it's rather difficult to explain that I am, in fact, annoying, and becoming furious. Unfortunately, bothersome people who I'm still fond of nonetheless enjoy maiming the names of all things Harry Potter.
I have also, with my ability to catch many random ideas and put none of them to any good use, come up with yet another story, in which someone destined for heaven asks God for permission to go to hell to bring hope and the like. A burning!modern!epic.
I had the terrible misfortune yesterday of wearing both shirt, pants, and jacket without pockets. Meaning that I had no "aha, that's where I put my pencil!" moments, and that I chased index cards around outside because I was rushing off to my next class, and my fingers got cold. Pockets are a good thing. Je les aime.
dansez pour la neige-
Kwyl