News Week says King Kong is epic. Absolutely bonkers.
Wot.the.hell.
So it has been a long week, and I wouldn't mind an lj gift certificate for christmas, *hint hint*. So let me think of something. I was doing a lot of recreational thinking during math and chambers today, and even during the constructed discussion time first half of seminar. Exacto blades and box cutters and RAZRZ ..andbearsohmy. The discussion evolved into each student giving their own diatribe in honor of the freshman class, and then everyone took a bite of the apple until we were left with the hard core, which, quite like I expected, had everything to do with 50 cent. There was a lot of talk about food fights and pudding in the air and it was all a bit melodramatic for my taste so I only opened my mouth once to tell everyone that seniority is as good as elitism, and that each lousy freshman needs to find his/herself at his/her own pace. I explained to some freshman sitting next to me who was complaining about high school, that school really is worth everyones' time, bobloblaw. Wot else should we be doing? Sitting on myspace and picking our noses and going to smiffhaven mall? I don't know why everyone is so disappointed in having a freshman class filled with bad seeds who carry razr blades. High school is the foundation for your personal growth, you know, high school: building character one 80 minute block at a time. Then the discussion evolved into how everyone will deal with a big conflict at some point in time, and everyone will get through it. Ha, a big conflict. Life is a conflict. It was a lousy discussion, I ate nearly all of my almonds.
I'm have trouble remembering anything that happened last week. There wasn't much snow, yo livejournal I gota boyfriend named laryngitis, and I got a razr, too. Weekend wasn't terrible. I went to smiffhaven mall. I don't hate smithhaven mall anymore. It's a big party, anal beads and all. Sunday morning, my room was a piggysty. I went to see Sean in NOISES OFF, it was very cute (it was a lot like PLAY ON, without the whole "DON'T WAKE THE BABY!/WILL YOU MARRY ME?!" joke that pat and I had going). I went home with Kande Kane and Lauren for a bit, and then we headed over to the Bonwittiest place on earth. It was a nice party. Lots of poking and fortune telling and château video. Howza bout that fortune teller. I know deep down that she was right about me being a hermit, and that's lovely, but I don't really want to talk about it.
This whole entry has been really impersonal. It's my mood. I come home to Bailey everyday and I'm SICK and i'm TIRED of waiting around for him to say something to me. I smiled at a bunch of people in the hallway today, people I know and don't know. Hardly anyone smiled back. I get the idea. I have to go read chaps 11 and 12 and maybe I'll skim through 10. Woteva, I'm still patient. The english patient.
p.s. Arrested Development is ontonight.
p.s.s. I feel like the time is wrong every time I look at it.
So it has been a long week, and I wouldn't mind an lj gift certificate for christmas, *hint hint*. So let me think of something. I was doing a lot of recreational thinking during math and chambers today, and even during the constructed discussion time first half of seminar. Exacto blades and box cutters and RAZRZ ..andbearsohmy. The discussion evolved into each student giving their own diatribe in honor of the freshman class, and then everyone took a bite of the apple until we were left with the hard core, which, quite like I expected, had everything to do with 50 cent. There was a lot of talk about food fights and pudding in the air and it was all a bit melodramatic for my taste so I only opened my mouth once to tell everyone that seniority is as good as elitism, and that each lousy freshman needs to find his/herself at his/her own pace. I explained to some freshman sitting next to me who was complaining about high school, that school really is worth everyones' time, bobloblaw. Wot else should we be doing? Sitting on myspace and picking our noses and going to smiffhaven mall? I don't know why everyone is so disappointed in having a freshman class filled with bad seeds who carry razr blades. High school is the foundation for your personal growth, you know, high school: building character one 80 minute block at a time. Then the discussion evolved into how everyone will deal with a big conflict at some point in time, and everyone will get through it. Ha, a big conflict. Life is a conflict. It was a lousy discussion, I ate nearly all of my almonds.
I'm have trouble remembering anything that happened last week. There wasn't much snow, yo livejournal I gota boyfriend named laryngitis, and I got a razr, too. Weekend wasn't terrible. I went to smiffhaven mall. I don't hate smithhaven mall anymore. It's a big party, anal beads and all. Sunday morning, my room was a piggysty. I went to see Sean in NOISES OFF, it was very cute (it was a lot like PLAY ON, without the whole "DON'T WAKE THE BABY!/WILL YOU MARRY ME?!" joke that pat and I had going). I went home with Kande Kane and Lauren for a bit, and then we headed over to the Bonwittiest place on earth. It was a nice party. Lots of poking and fortune telling and château video. Howza bout that fortune teller. I know deep down that she was right about me being a hermit, and that's lovely, but I don't really want to talk about it.
This whole entry has been really impersonal. It's my mood. I come home to Bailey everyday and I'm SICK and i'm TIRED of waiting around for him to say something to me. I smiled at a bunch of people in the hallway today, people I know and don't know. Hardly anyone smiled back. I get the idea. I have to go read chaps 11 and 12 and maybe I'll skim through 10. Woteva, I'm still patient. The english patient.
p.s. Arrested Development is ontonight.
p.s.s. I feel like the time is wrong every time I look at it.