If we shadows have offended,
Think but this and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
from A Midsummer Night's Dream
If we shadows have offended,
Got a phone call from a weird giggly psycho today. Wants to know various things about me:
Did I send someone's brother a love letter?
Did I send anybody a love letter?
Am I in da Rosa's 19/20 modern world?
Am I in the animal rights club?
Am I religious?
Am I shorter than 5 foot 1?
I'm not a stalker?
Was too surprised to think up witty-irritated replies.
"It's rainin' crabs, hallelujah, it's rainin' crabs, hallelujah..."
So. I left my jacket and lunchbox in my locker. I left my fast pass in my pocket of my jacket. I just realize this as I am getting on the bus. I try to sneak on, because after all I did pay for the fast pass. Anyway, the bus driver called me dishonest, made me get off the bus, and then tried to run me over. (luckily, Maggie was at the M stop and she had 35 cents.) But isn't life hard enough without bus drivers (and we all know what an intelligent lot they are) ganging up on you? That horrible driver must have a lot of bad karma right now. "Civil servants"...yeah right. They get paid, it's not like they're volunteering. And it's easy work, just sitting on their butts, driving all day, ripping little pieces of paper in half and handing them to someone. And some of them do that weird thing with the rubber band to eliminate that last task.
"Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest... Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly… stupid."
Captain Jack Sparrow
I spent a while looking at my yearbooks last night and this morning. It's really, really depressing. It's not about memories...just nostalgia. Sucks that everyone was split up. Yet it kind of annoys me how all the Hoover people stick together at Lowell. I mean, I do it, but I guess I can see the upside of going to a school where you didn't know anybody. You would meet people. And I do have some new friends...but still, coming from Hoover definitely impairs your potential "fresh start".
I'm gonna have a shadow next Tuesday or the Tuesday after. Her name's Carrie and she's from Bridgmont. Yay.
Remember the 8th grade picnic? Kind of stupid, yet we the deprived city children made do and managed to enjoy ourselves despite stupid pool regulations, lack of vegetarian food, and the beach being contaminated with radiation or something.
Did you know that on average, an elephant has four legs?
I was walking to school from the 28 stop and it started raining. It was kind of fun. Last night I convinced myself for the third or fourth time to give veganism a try. Yeah right. Woke up and had some cheerios with milk. I have a lot of respect for vegans though. It's really, really hard. I would be one but I don't have enough willpower. Well I do I'm just too selfish to spend it on the animals. My admitting that I'm pathetic says that I accept it and could therefore change it. So I could be a vegan I'm just too much of a loser. Yes it is my fault, i'll feel as guilty as i want. And please don't tell me that farm animals are happy, that they enjoy their short, wretched, genetically-engineered lives, 'cause you have no idea what you're talking about.
The first note of that one song you've been waiting your whole life to hear through the pounding raindrops on the glass, on the top of your head you can feel the throbbing but it washes away like dirt on your grandmother's favorite china and you see all the cracks the blue skies that stare back at you as if they
knew, as if they knew.
Your mouth is dry and your head has been hurting the whole long week but all the time, the rosemary smell and the mint that had been beyond your fingers (with the fingernails you've been meaning to cut because they awl your fist as you write) which has been aching for paint and clay without the slightest notion about how to
or write the words...
the wild brambly kicking scratching sagebrush KNOCKS YOU OFF YOUR
Your mouth is dry and your nose breathes in the fine red dust that clouds about you
but you smell the rosemary the mint and you think about how you've been meaning to cut the nails that awl your fist clenched around that blue marker or that green pen with the dead ink
The first note of that one song you've been waiting for your whole damn life to hear through the pounding, pounding rain.
"Gondor has no pants. Gondor needs no pants." -Boromir
"Pants me… Don't tell the elf!" -Gimli
"There are no pants left in the race of men." -Elrond
"There is no strength left in the pants of men." -Elrond
"They are not coming to destroy the crops and villages of Rohan. They come to destroy its pants." -Aragorn.
"YOU SHALL - NOT - PANTS!" -Gandalf
"Master hurts us! Master betrays us! We should pants him in his sleep!"
"Not idly do the pants of Lorien fall." -Aragorn
"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! 'Don't you pants him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to, I don't mean to." -Sam
Holly: *dials Sara's number*
Holly: Yeah, can I talk to Sara?
Josie: She's not here right now...oh wait, she's here now, just a second.
Josie: Hello? This is Sara.
Josie: Yes it is...why don't you believe me?
Holly: *laugh laugh laugh*
Josie: Why are you laughing?
Holly: Stop lying! *laughlaugh*
Josie: How do you know I'm lying?
Holly: Oh come on...*laughlaughlaugh*
Josie: Oh all right...what do you want?
Holly: Can you ask Sara to call me back?
Anna: Can you hear me now?
what if we went to italy/ a suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer/ i don't speak a word of italian/ except for campari and soda for two, how much is a lire/ yes, a villa will do and a breeze in tuscany please
what if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy/ it wouldn't be too much of a strain/ relax after breakfast 'til lunch comes around/ can't wait for dinner, oh, i need to lie down/ and refuel, out by the pool
what if the ancients were lazy like us/ too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt/ just as relaxed as the tower of pisa/ not ever missing that old mona lisa
what if we never got back on the plane/ as summer turned colder and then warmer again/ losing all track of the passing of years/ 'til it no longer mattered how long we'd been here
what if we went to italy/ maybe next year, just you and me for the summer/ i still can't speak any italian/ but words are replaced under siennese skies/ by nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this
mary chapin carpenter
hmm. so out of boredom I took a "what stereotype are you" quiz and it turned out that I'm a goth. good thing I took that quiz because if I hadn't, I would never have found out.
Today started out all right, although Krolikowski was rather rude. I was feeling super during dance, really hyper and happy, although not so much by the end. By the wye I don't like Jasmine's choreography very much. And of course math killed the Happy. During lunch Yael told me that Dorie was coming to visit. I got super excited , but Dorie wasn't there by the end of mod 13. I went to German feeling crappy and very let down. I checked in the courtyard after class; she wasn't there then either. I was a contrary brat in English, and was feeling even worse when Dorie wasn't there at mod 18 either. I called her later in the evening, and it was sort of awkard, but it would have been okay if I hadn't started whining and complaining. I could tell I annoyed her and made her feel sort of bad. You know, I would never talk about myself this much if I was actually speaking to someone. So please, forgive me. I've been a selfish brat for a lot of today. As Morgan would say -
yup. it's mod 18, which for me basically stands for boredom. I worked really hard on my vocab for da rosa's class. I remembered to print it off, and I even stapled it. Then what? I forget to put it in my binder. Hopefully I'll be able to mooch a note off of Mutti so that she won't take of points for lateness. Mom's driving me to ballet today, which is awesome. Usually I have to catch the M, which means I have to speedwalk from school. It's miserable, really. I'm a strolling kind of person. Elizabeth teaches today. I don't have to work as hard because she's not as important and probably won't effect whether I get moved up or not. I think I'm doing well, and I hope beyond hope that I'll get moved up in January, or even December! I'll definitely have fallen behind in pointe though. And I'm worried that when I do move up, I'll be back to my old quality of dancing since it's a bit harder. And, argh, Richard will be doing that *slow blink. stare.* thing he does when he thinks that you're doing horrible. Forgive me my rants. I talk about ballet a lot and I'm not even very good. I hope you don't get the impression that I am. Connie and people were talking about visiting SOTA and I was really excited about it, but then someone pointed out that since I don't get out til 3:30, I wouldn't be able to. Unless I was able to get a PTL to miss da Rosa's class. = D Which is not going to happen, of course.
I have to share with you a hilarious bit from a Newsweek article. It describes a reality show in which the daughters of two self-made millionaires are "exiled" to Altus, Arkansas (population: 817).
"Inside the Leding's modest farmhouse, [Paris]Hilton and [Nicole]Richie face surprise after nasty surprise. A single bathroom. A well. 'What are wells for?' asks Hilton. 'Water,' says mom Janet Leding. Richie is so bewildered she needs to check her bearings. 'Do you guys hang out at Walmart?' she asks. 'I've always heard that people hang out at Walmart.' The Ledings look confused. So does Hilton. 'What is Walmart?' she asks. 'Is it, like, they sell wall stuff?'"
"Terminate the Gropenator!"
You know what he's called in Boondocks? (You know, the comic strip?) The Gropenfuhr! Haha, I find that hilarious to the point of almost going to the trouble to find out how to type an umlaut.
hobbits are stupid, throw rocks at them.
iheartcrabs: you know what!?
iheartcrabs: this kid at lowell was dressed up as frodo
iheartcrabs: would you rather make him into hobbit noodle soup, or hobbit and veggie soup?
iheartcrabs: i really hate that kid though
iheartcrabs: let's boil him alive, alright?
hobbitsoup: who was it
iheartcrabs: i don't know
hobbitsoup: egg him
hobbitsoup: on freshman friday
iheartcrabs: we already had that
iheartcrabs: next year then