jesus christ superstar
i was looking through my old livejournal posts ... i was definitely a strange one.
musings of a freshman freak:
on michael jackson- "his eyes are like something out of either a disney movie or a documentary on crack addicts. he just doesnt get that like ... the rest of the world doesn't groove with him."
"the baha men should be killed for the song 'who let the dogs out'."
"it is alarming how much paula abdul resembles a duck on crack." and, on emilio estevez, "minus points for dating paula abdul (paging duck on crack)."
"i have the comfort (not) of knowing that i once went out with max hoffman (who now looks like the male version of that old singer vitamin C but with downs syndrome)."
on hated child stars' adult careers going down in flames- "so i take an evil, futile, tiny pleasure in that, and i grin like the grinch when he's thinking about just how he's gonna fuck whoville right up the ass with a BIG RUBBER STICK."
"dawson's creek- i could never sit through a WHOLE episode of this mindless teen shitcake of a tv show."
"why the fuck is "old, long-winded, psuedo-romantic crap that no one wants to read besides old farts named eleanor and greta who actually still believe in romance and masturbate their 99 cats to sleep every night" the theme of the english 2 honors reading list??"
"i love feeling how strong my thighs are (i hope no one considers this masturbation)."
on 2 girls in my grade- "who was your favorite spice girl? back in the day, before tara discovered sex and erica was still up to the normal IQ count, we used to watch spice world together every day."
"yeah, the whole ass-naming thing was all well & good til 'we' (and by 'we', i mean not me) decided that smacking my ass before the concert was good luck."
"oh my god, can you imagine if i went into butt massage therapy? what an amazing job ... ew unless the people had like hemorrhoids, or really floppy asses or something. i'll just be like, only attractive boo-tay allowed."
"kazim= was just hanging on to qualification for awhile. like in that scene of the lion king where mufasa is hanging onto the cliff above all the wildebeest & instead of helping him scar just pushes him over the edge, which goes on to traumatize sumba, who goes on & kicks scars ass. like that kind of hanging on."
and, finally-
"but really, after listening to summer girls by LFO what, about 54 times or so, i've come to appreciate the sheer poetic genuis of their lyrics. imagine having the ability to weave delicate, shining threads that turn into lines like:
when you take a sip, you buzz like a hornet / billy shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets
and
let you off the hook like my man mr lipit / think about that summer, and i bug, 'cause i miss it
i think deep down, beneath the shallow, meaningless facades society has forced on us to disguise our inner emotions, we bug a little, too.
don't we ALL bug a little."
musings of a freshman freak:
on michael jackson- "his eyes are like something out of either a disney movie or a documentary on crack addicts. he just doesnt get that like ... the rest of the world doesn't groove with him."
"the baha men should be killed for the song 'who let the dogs out'."
"it is alarming how much paula abdul resembles a duck on crack." and, on emilio estevez, "minus points for dating paula abdul (paging duck on crack)."
"i have the comfort (not) of knowing that i once went out with max hoffman (who now looks like the male version of that old singer vitamin C but with downs syndrome)."
on hated child stars' adult careers going down in flames- "so i take an evil, futile, tiny pleasure in that, and i grin like the grinch when he's thinking about just how he's gonna fuck whoville right up the ass with a BIG RUBBER STICK."
"dawson's creek- i could never sit through a WHOLE episode of this mindless teen shitcake of a tv show."
"why the fuck is "old, long-winded, psuedo-romantic crap that no one wants to read besides old farts named eleanor and greta who actually still believe in romance and masturbate their 99 cats to sleep every night" the theme of the english 2 honors reading list??"
"i love feeling how strong my thighs are (i hope no one considers this masturbation)."
on 2 girls in my grade- "who was your favorite spice girl? back in the day, before tara discovered sex and erica was still up to the normal IQ count, we used to watch spice world together every day."
"yeah, the whole ass-naming thing was all well & good til 'we' (and by 'we', i mean not me) decided that smacking my ass before the concert was good luck."
"oh my god, can you imagine if i went into butt massage therapy? what an amazing job ... ew unless the people had like hemorrhoids, or really floppy asses or something. i'll just be like, only attractive boo-tay allowed."
"kazim= was just hanging on to qualification for awhile. like in that scene of the lion king where mufasa is hanging onto the cliff above all the wildebeest & instead of helping him scar just pushes him over the edge, which goes on to traumatize sumba, who goes on & kicks scars ass. like that kind of hanging on."
and, finally-
"but really, after listening to summer girls by LFO what, about 54 times or so, i've come to appreciate the sheer poetic genuis of their lyrics. imagine having the ability to weave delicate, shining threads that turn into lines like:
when you take a sip, you buzz like a hornet / billy shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets
and
let you off the hook like my man mr lipit / think about that summer, and i bug, 'cause i miss it
i think deep down, beneath the shallow, meaningless facades society has forced on us to disguise our inner emotions, we bug a little, too.
don't we ALL bug a little."