BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION, KELLEY WANTS TO BE NAT HAWTHORNE'S BEST FRIEND...
So, I like The Scarlet Letter...Enjoy it, for that matter...And everyone hates me for this.
Whatever...
I'm feeling better about my incompetence as far as Lang is concerned...If I fail, I fail, and if I don't fail, Horrah! I'm just going to work harder than I've ever had to (Ironically, the exact reason I wanted to take the course in the first place...), and pray to the Gods Of Analysis that they take pity on me for doing something slightly drastic like building them a temple in the middle of Lyman's ghetto courtyard...
Heh. "Courtyard." That's probably too long a word for half of our students to adequately guess the meaning of...Maybe I should have a contest...
Money, money, money, money, and finally, money.
Something that our school lacks.
Oh well...We have P-Dawg...
That's all that counts.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Thursday, August 28, 2003
IGNORED BY THE P-DAWG...HARSH...
Not that I'm saying Plyler ignored me this evening, but that's what I'm saying...Too bad I didn't have the nerves to approach him about my essay, or my participation, or any of the other crap that's driving me demonically insane...
Speaking of demonically insane, this seems like it has a likely chance at "Product Of The Year"...
Back to Kelley's I HATE LANG rant...
I don't hate Lang, I just hate the fact that I'm having an enormous amount of trouble with the Lang-ness that surrounds my being at the moment...Maybe, with some helpful Jen-Gerh tutoring and such, I'll be back on my feet soon enough, but for the time being, I just want to move beyond this rediculous feeling of insufficency and doubt...Which means I need to learn how to write...Which I have no rational hope of doing...Nice...
Alright. I have Slurpee blood coursing through my weary veins, a Letter of Scarlet to conquer, and a nonexistant need for sleep...My life is currently set.
Oooh. Forgot to mention- I'm on speaking terms with Emerson.
When does life start making sense?
Not that I'm saying Plyler ignored me this evening, but that's what I'm saying...Too bad I didn't have the nerves to approach him about my essay, or my participation, or any of the other crap that's driving me demonically insane...
Speaking of demonically insane, this seems like it has a likely chance at "Product Of The Year"...
Back to Kelley's I HATE LANG rant...
I don't hate Lang, I just hate the fact that I'm having an enormous amount of trouble with the Lang-ness that surrounds my being at the moment...Maybe, with some helpful Jen-Gerh tutoring and such, I'll be back on my feet soon enough, but for the time being, I just want to move beyond this rediculous feeling of insufficency and doubt...Which means I need to learn how to write...Which I have no rational hope of doing...Nice...
Alright. I have Slurpee blood coursing through my weary veins, a Letter of Scarlet to conquer, and a nonexistant need for sleep...My life is currently set.
Oooh. Forgot to mention- I'm on speaking terms with Emerson.
When does life start making sense?
TOO MUCH SCOTT? YOU DECIDE...
How I Almost Conquered the World
---------------------------------
I came up with a brilliant plan that would have allowed me to win the
governorship of California and eventually go on to rule the whole world. My plan
was that I would announce my candidacy and say that if elected I would let the
current governor, Gray Davis, run the state. I would even give him my governor's
pay.
Granted, he's hugely unpopular, but the winner of the next election will
probably only get 25% of the vote. If you add together the people who want to
keep the current governor, and the people who oppose the recall on principal,
it's at least 25%.
By now you are probably tingling from the brilliance of this concept. But
there's more. I could use the same strategy to run for president after Bush's
second term expires. I'd promise that if I won, Bush would be my chief of staff
and I'd do whatever he told me to do. Voters would think, "That cartoonist guy
did what he said in California, and we'd like a third term of Bush, so why not?"
Then after I won, I'd break all my promises and move into the White House.
People would whine, but I'd smooth it over with a joke, like "Hey, news flash,
people: politicians lie! Ha ha!" Then I'd order the army to attack France,
mostly to boost my popularity, but secondly to get more cheese for the DNRC.
I think the plan would have worked. But in the end I decided that ruling the
world was too much trouble. So I took a nap instead.
How I Almost Conquered the World
---------------------------------
I came up with a brilliant plan that would have allowed me to win the
governorship of California and eventually go on to rule the whole world. My plan
was that I would announce my candidacy and say that if elected I would let the
current governor, Gray Davis, run the state. I would even give him my governor's
pay.
Granted, he's hugely unpopular, but the winner of the next election will
probably only get 25% of the vote. If you add together the people who want to
keep the current governor, and the people who oppose the recall on principal,
it's at least 25%.
By now you are probably tingling from the brilliance of this concept. But
there's more. I could use the same strategy to run for president after Bush's
second term expires. I'd promise that if I won, Bush would be my chief of staff
and I'd do whatever he told me to do. Voters would think, "That cartoonist guy
did what he said in California, and we'd like a third term of Bush, so why not?"
Then after I won, I'd break all my promises and move into the White House.
People would whine, but I'd smooth it over with a joke, like "Hey, news flash,
people: politicians lie! Ha ha!" Then I'd order the army to attack France,
mostly to boost my popularity, but secondly to get more cheese for the DNRC.
I think the plan would have worked. But in the end I decided that ruling the
world was too much trouble. So I took a nap instead.
DOES SCOTT ADAMS MAKE THIS BLOG HAPPY? YOU DECIDE...
Ironic Banshees
---------------
You've probably heard the old saying, "She screamed like a banshee." I didn't
learn much about banshees in school but I deduce that they are dead people who
scream loudly. That seems unpleasant enough. But lately I have been learning
more about the bad qualities of banshees. I've overheard these nuggets from
people who apparently have detailed banshee knowledge:
"I had to pee like a banshee."
"My head hurt like a banshee."
"I was sweating like a banshee."
It's no wonder that banshees are rarely invited to parties. No one wants to hang
around with a screaming, peeing, sweating, dead person with a headache,
especially if beer is involved.
I've also learned recently that "ironic" means anything you want it to mean.
Example:
Me: "I heard that Bob was killed by a meteor."
Induhvidual: "Wow. That's ironic."
Me: "Why is it ironic? Was he an astronomer?"
Induhvidual: "No, it's ironic because, you know, what are the
odds?"
Me: "So anything unlikely is automatically ironic?"
Induhvidual: "No, it also needs to be bad."
Me: "This conversation is ironic."
Induhvidual: "Shut up! You're making me pee like a banshee!"
Ironic Banshees
---------------
You've probably heard the old saying, "She screamed like a banshee." I didn't
learn much about banshees in school but I deduce that they are dead people who
scream loudly. That seems unpleasant enough. But lately I have been learning
more about the bad qualities of banshees. I've overheard these nuggets from
people who apparently have detailed banshee knowledge:
"I had to pee like a banshee."
"My head hurt like a banshee."
"I was sweating like a banshee."
It's no wonder that banshees are rarely invited to parties. No one wants to hang
around with a screaming, peeing, sweating, dead person with a headache,
especially if beer is involved.
I've also learned recently that "ironic" means anything you want it to mean.
Example:
Me: "I heard that Bob was killed by a meteor."
Induhvidual: "Wow. That's ironic."
Me: "Why is it ironic? Was he an astronomer?"
Induhvidual: "No, it's ironic because, you know, what are the
odds?"
Me: "So anything unlikely is automatically ironic?"
Induhvidual: "No, it also needs to be bad."
Me: "This conversation is ironic."
Induhvidual: "Shut up! You're making me pee like a banshee!"
DOES KELLEY FEEL LIKE THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THE PLANET? YES, YES SHE DOES.
I don't know what ever got me thinking that I was a good writer or that I had a chance at word-y-greatness or anything remotely intelligent or somehow corresponding to the English language...I am the most inferior person I've ever met...I have no hope at passing this class, I have no talent, no real understanding of how things will work for my inferior-ness, nor do I have the energy to contradict such thoughts...
I am in so much trouble...
Mr. Plyler, prepare to fail me.
I don't know what ever got me thinking that I was a good writer or that I had a chance at word-y-greatness or anything remotely intelligent or somehow corresponding to the English language...I am the most inferior person I've ever met...I have no hope at passing this class, I have no talent, no real understanding of how things will work for my inferior-ness, nor do I have the energy to contradict such thoughts...
I am in so much trouble...
Mr. Plyler, prepare to fail me.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
THIS IS KELLEY POSTING CRAP SO THAT SHE CAN EXPAND HER AOL INSTANT MESSENGER PROFILE FOR THE 0 PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY TAKE THE TIME TO READ IT...
"Ironically enough, I would have thought, due to severe Disney brainwashing and years of misunderstood fairy tales, that trolls were strictly residents of Norway. But good God, Derek, does our troll prove those Epcot-a-holics wrong...So very, very wrong..."
Oh, yes, Backel is the troll that Derelic and I speak so vividly of...
But we mean it in a nice way...
Heh.
"Ironically enough, I would have thought, due to severe Disney brainwashing and years of misunderstood fairy tales, that trolls were strictly residents of Norway. But good God, Derek, does our troll prove those Epcot-a-holics wrong...So very, very wrong..."
Oh, yes, Backel is the troll that Derelic and I speak so vividly of...
But we mean it in a nice way...
Heh.
OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAKE THE HURTING STOP...OH, WAIT, GOD'S LAUGHING AT ME...NEVERMIND.
So, this obnoxiously creepy girl comes over to my house tonight, rides around the block with the Rat Boy, comes inside, and sits down next to me...
She then proceeds to call me a "couch potato", to make sure that my name was spelled K-E-L-L-E-Y instead of K-E-L-L-I-E, and then ponders over my slicked back hair, commenting on how she never sees me wear it that way.
Do I know who she is in the course of this trying ordeal?
"Of course not. That would make too much sense for Kelley's life. Let's send creepy stalker children to haunt her and pick up her hamster and nearly kill him and then look over her shoulder while she's reading email from Michael Tait and then see how she reacts to the girl asking for her AIM address and telling her that she needs to come visit at her house sometime..."
That, as if I needed to explain it to you, was the voice of God, laughing oh so effortlessly at how twisted my existance is, why I missed my bus while I tried desperately to scrape off mime makeup, and helping me to understand that walking around today with the seat of my pants ripped in half was truly a nice method of learning...
Oh, well...I'm not really that concerned with it all..."It all" of course acting as an implication of my maladjusted existance, and the fact that my family appears to be temporarially enthralled with the magic of Jackie Chan films...
Goodie!
So, this obnoxiously creepy girl comes over to my house tonight, rides around the block with the Rat Boy, comes inside, and sits down next to me...
She then proceeds to call me a "couch potato", to make sure that my name was spelled K-E-L-L-E-Y instead of K-E-L-L-I-E, and then ponders over my slicked back hair, commenting on how she never sees me wear it that way.
Do I know who she is in the course of this trying ordeal?
"Of course not. That would make too much sense for Kelley's life. Let's send creepy stalker children to haunt her and pick up her hamster and nearly kill him and then look over her shoulder while she's reading email from Michael Tait and then see how she reacts to the girl asking for her AIM address and telling her that she needs to come visit at her house sometime..."
That, as if I needed to explain it to you, was the voice of God, laughing oh so effortlessly at how twisted my existance is, why I missed my bus while I tried desperately to scrape off mime makeup, and helping me to understand that walking around today with the seat of my pants ripped in half was truly a nice method of learning...
Oh, well...I'm not really that concerned with it all..."It all" of course acting as an implication of my maladjusted existance, and the fact that my family appears to be temporarially enthralled with the magic of Jackie Chan films...
Goodie!
LET'S DROOL OVER THE FRENCHMAN, THE FRENCHMAN, THE FRENCHMAN...LET'S DROOL OVER THE FRENCHMAN AND I CAN'T THINK OF A RHYME...
Drool.
Drool.
"MOMMY, WHY CAN'T I BUY THE JAMES BARBOUR 'BACK FROM BROADWAY' TILE COASTER?"
I don't know...I just don't know...
Does having your face on a coaster add up to "selling out"?
Can a Musical Theatre star (With the term "star" used EXTREMELY loosely...) actually "sell out"?
These answers, and more, when we come back...
I don't know...I just don't know...
Does having your face on a coaster add up to "selling out"?
Can a Musical Theatre star (With the term "star" used EXTREMELY loosely...) actually "sell out"?
These answers, and more, when we come back...
AND IF I HAD A VOICE, I THINK I'D USE IT...
Woot...Scrooge Moment...
Actually, with the exception of Casey and the Lack Of Seniors, it's been a relatively good morning...All ten, fifteen minutes of it, at least...And I'm continually lost for thought and/or words, the latter being the least of my worries...
I'm really excited about Mime Day...It's fun...It's just frustrating, and tedious to remain silent...Unless you're Kelley, and you never really talk anyway...Well, that's a lie...I do talk...A lot. But that's not my point...
Hell, I don't have a point...
Let's just look at a pretty picture....
Woot...Scrooge Moment...
Actually, with the exception of Casey and the Lack Of Seniors, it's been a relatively good morning...All ten, fifteen minutes of it, at least...And I'm continually lost for thought and/or words, the latter being the least of my worries...
I'm really excited about Mime Day...It's fun...It's just frustrating, and tedious to remain silent...Unless you're Kelley, and you never really talk anyway...Well, that's a lie...I do talk...A lot. But that's not my point...
Hell, I don't have a point...
Let's just look at a pretty picture....
Monday, August 25, 2003
"IT WAS THE BEST LEG I EVER HAD" SAYS THE MAN WHO LOST HIS PLASTIC APPENDAGE TO THE DUELING DRAGONS...
Irony of all ironies, I'd like a prosthetic leg...It would be amusing to have one and to rage fear on unsuspecting peoples who did not know that my leg was indeed fully intact...Hmm...Memo to self, I suppose...
The weekend was alright, but it's good to be back home...I mean, at school...And I have all of my cute little mimes to play with! Tomorrow will be a silenced hell, but you best be believin' I'll sugically attach myself to this monitor and keyboard...And with Jen updating my glorious planner, the planatary balance has once again been restored...
I need to think of what I want to write before I write it...
Irony of all ironies, I'd like a prosthetic leg...It would be amusing to have one and to rage fear on unsuspecting peoples who did not know that my leg was indeed fully intact...Hmm...Memo to self, I suppose...
The weekend was alright, but it's good to be back home...I mean, at school...And I have all of my cute little mimes to play with! Tomorrow will be a silenced hell, but you best be believin' I'll sugically attach myself to this monitor and keyboard...And with Jen updating my glorious planner, the planatary balance has once again been restored...
I need to think of what I want to write before I write it...
Saturday, August 16, 2003
"GOD, IT'S LIKE BAD CLAYMATION...I MEAN---WHAT? HE WAS STILL ALIVE WHEN HE DID THIS? JEEZ..."
Elise and I spent the afternoon pondering over Richard Harris' demise, and how it would effect the remainder of the HP films...Of course, Sir Michael Gambon is taking over...But we spent a few minutes questioning whether or not they could just freeze Harris and prop him up to do scenes at random...I mean, you never actually need to see him speak or really act...He just needs to stand there...For instance, in this exerpt from the next script, Harris' frozen body could simply be positioned for "screen shots" as you will. Let's take a look at how something like this would work:
HARRY: Sir, I'm just sure what to do. I mean, I want to think that freeing Peter was the right thing to do, but should I really have done it?
(Cut to DUMBLEDORE.)
HARRY: Well, if you're saying I have to trust in myself, then I understand...But, Professor, what are you doing with all of those women?
(Cut to DUMBLEDORE.)
HARRY: You don't have to rub it in. I get it, sir. You're a pimp.
(Blackout.)
Ehh...So, maybe it wasn't the best idea we've ever had...After all, Gambon doesn't look that bad...
But how cool do they look thanks to Alfonso? Really cool.
Elise and I spent the afternoon pondering over Richard Harris' demise, and how it would effect the remainder of the HP films...Of course, Sir Michael Gambon is taking over...But we spent a few minutes questioning whether or not they could just freeze Harris and prop him up to do scenes at random...I mean, you never actually need to see him speak or really act...He just needs to stand there...For instance, in this exerpt from the next script, Harris' frozen body could simply be positioned for "screen shots" as you will. Let's take a look at how something like this would work:
HARRY: Sir, I'm just sure what to do. I mean, I want to think that freeing Peter was the right thing to do, but should I really have done it?
(Cut to DUMBLEDORE.)
HARRY: Well, if you're saying I have to trust in myself, then I understand...But, Professor, what are you doing with all of those women?
(Cut to DUMBLEDORE.)
HARRY: You don't have to rub it in. I get it, sir. You're a pimp.
(Blackout.)
Ehh...So, maybe it wasn't the best idea we've ever had...After all, Gambon doesn't look that bad...
But how cool do they look thanks to Alfonso? Really cool.
Friday, August 15, 2003
BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT HARD CORE UNLESS YOU LIVE HARDCORE...
School Of Rock was amazing last night...I mean, amazing...It was so damn funny...And Adam Pascal was in it...And still, no one knows who Adam Pascal is...But he makes me smile...
And what more to say of Jack Black? The man is my rock god...He's amazing...
I can't wait until October 3rd...
School Of Rock was amazing last night...I mean, amazing...It was so damn funny...And Adam Pascal was in it...And still, no one knows who Adam Pascal is...But he makes me smile...
And what more to say of Jack Black? The man is my rock god...He's amazing...
I can't wait until October 3rd...
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
Monday, August 11, 2003
AND THE SENTINEL IS PROUD TO HAVE BUSH WRITING THEM AN OPINION COLLUMN? EXPLAIN THAT TO ME ONE MORE TIME, AND MUCH SLOWER...
I'm trying to compact months and months of research about this malpractice suit thingy (Which, ironically enough, makes for a rather interesting read if you translate into "redneck"...), and thereby destroying all the wildlife and/or tree resources...
I'm also amused by K-Max's awesome recipie reading skills...It's entertaining, and making me hungry...Not really...
Actually, I feel relatively sick...Not deathly ill, or anything, but sick...Enough to feel the pang in my gut and realize that I'm in the mood to roll over and die, but in a very artistic sense...
There are three pages of macaroni and cheese recipies...How hard can it be?
"Buy a box. Boil the water. Throw the entire box in, and cash in on the lawsuit money as soon as your house burns down, in which case you should rent a hotel room with a kitchen, go to the store, and buy another box. Rinse. Repeat."
See? Everything is easier when you ask Kelley what to do...
I'm trying to compact months and months of research about this malpractice suit thingy (Which, ironically enough, makes for a rather interesting read if you translate into "redneck"...), and thereby destroying all the wildlife and/or tree resources...
I'm also amused by K-Max's awesome recipie reading skills...It's entertaining, and making me hungry...Not really...
Actually, I feel relatively sick...Not deathly ill, or anything, but sick...Enough to feel the pang in my gut and realize that I'm in the mood to roll over and die, but in a very artistic sense...
There are three pages of macaroni and cheese recipies...How hard can it be?
"Buy a box. Boil the water. Throw the entire box in, and cash in on the lawsuit money as soon as your house burns down, in which case you should rent a hotel room with a kitchen, go to the store, and buy another box. Rinse. Repeat."
See? Everything is easier when you ask Kelley what to do...
Sunday, August 10, 2003
DARE I SHED A TEAR FOR THE KING OF TAP? INDEED...
57...What a short amount of time to live...Yet, how fully he did so...It pangs me to see the passing of such greatness, but how amazing a legacy to follow...Gregory did more in his short half-century than many combined lives have ever been privliged enough to do...It's these occurences that force me to take a deeper, more thorough look at my life so as to determine what miniscule mark I will make on the world...Will I have an Associated Press mention of my death? Or will I just be another dead body, unnoticed and uneffected except by those closest to me...
My one greatest dream/ambition/longing/need/hope:
That my obituary will be more than two paragraphs.
Thank you, Gregory. Thank you so much.
57...What a short amount of time to live...Yet, how fully he did so...It pangs me to see the passing of such greatness, but how amazing a legacy to follow...Gregory did more in his short half-century than many combined lives have ever been privliged enough to do...It's these occurences that force me to take a deeper, more thorough look at my life so as to determine what miniscule mark I will make on the world...Will I have an Associated Press mention of my death? Or will I just be another dead body, unnoticed and uneffected except by those closest to me...
My one greatest dream/ambition/longing/need/hope:
That my obituary will be more than two paragraphs.
Thank you, Gregory. Thank you so much.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
AND ONCE AGAIN, DAVE BARRY STEALS ALL OF MY FUNNY MATERIAL...
I never get a chance to hang out in St. Petersburg anymore (Not that I want to, I'm simply stating the obvious...), but it's always good to take a break and use Toddbert's high speed computer...And watch people get drunk...
That's pretty much everything that happens around here...
But that's not my point. We're leaving at seven-or-so tomorrow so that we can get to Sanford ("Home Of The Whopper And Flea Market!") for the 10:30 mass...Goody...Actually, mass is an "interesting subject" now that I finished watching Kevin Smith's masterpiece...
But we'll save that for another day...
I was just thinking about how I need to get out and practice driving...Elise has been non-stop about this St. Augustine Road Trip thingy, and Nick and Chaz are in on it too, so I need to get myself as excited as they are, I guess...I've been thinking about them a lot this weekend...We're turning into the "cool" Drama III's, and I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that...Not that it's bad, or that I can really see myself as "cool", but I'm worried about how other people will see us...We already made a pact that we wouldn't be the nasty "mean people" that occupy the current thrones (Not that Kelley would dare to mention any names...), which I honestly think means we're already letting it get to our heads...Ugg...
I don't want to be cool. I'm not. It shouldn't be a big problem...
I also wrote my first emotional diary...It's pretty good, actually...Not horrible, but I think I did what Backel is looking for...
Okay...I'm going to go practice my driving, as Barry whole-heartedly suggests...
He just needs to stop trying to be as funny as I am...Or else...
I never get a chance to hang out in St. Petersburg anymore (Not that I want to, I'm simply stating the obvious...), but it's always good to take a break and use Toddbert's high speed computer...And watch people get drunk...
That's pretty much everything that happens around here...
But that's not my point. We're leaving at seven-or-so tomorrow so that we can get to Sanford ("Home Of The Whopper And Flea Market!") for the 10:30 mass...Goody...Actually, mass is an "interesting subject" now that I finished watching Kevin Smith's masterpiece...
But we'll save that for another day...
I was just thinking about how I need to get out and practice driving...Elise has been non-stop about this St. Augustine Road Trip thingy, and Nick and Chaz are in on it too, so I need to get myself as excited as they are, I guess...I've been thinking about them a lot this weekend...We're turning into the "cool" Drama III's, and I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that...Not that it's bad, or that I can really see myself as "cool", but I'm worried about how other people will see us...We already made a pact that we wouldn't be the nasty "mean people" that occupy the current thrones (Not that Kelley would dare to mention any names...), which I honestly think means we're already letting it get to our heads...Ugg...
I don't want to be cool. I'm not. It shouldn't be a big problem...
I also wrote my first emotional diary...It's pretty good, actually...Not horrible, but I think I did what Backel is looking for...
Okay...I'm going to go practice my driving, as Barry whole-heartedly suggests...
He just needs to stop trying to be as funny as I am...Or else...
Thursday, August 07, 2003
OH, GOD, WHY MUST YOU TAUNT ME WITH ALAN RICKMAN?
Isn't the fact that Nathan is gay enough torture? Oh well...
I just finished watching Dogma, and never before have I wanted so desperately to leap on an actor and loudly declare that he would have no hope in saving himself and might as well just give up and live with me...But beyond that, I found the movie touching, and religiously philosophical...It was intriguing...I want to go back in and fast forward to the last scene where A-Dawg has his hand on the "now pregnant Bethany", leading to the part where Kelley almost sends herself into convulsions over how godforsakenly sexy the man is...
Too bad he's old...
And "attached"...
And Alan Rickman...
And sexy...
Isn't the fact that Nathan is gay enough torture? Oh well...
I just finished watching Dogma, and never before have I wanted so desperately to leap on an actor and loudly declare that he would have no hope in saving himself and might as well just give up and live with me...But beyond that, I found the movie touching, and religiously philosophical...It was intriguing...I want to go back in and fast forward to the last scene where A-Dawg has his hand on the "now pregnant Bethany", leading to the part where Kelley almost sends herself into convulsions over how godforsakenly sexy the man is...
Too bad he's old...
And "attached"...
And Alan Rickman...
And sexy...
WHY MUST FREDDY MERCURY HAUNT MY DREAMS? OH, WAIT. I LIKE THAT. NEVERMIND...
I'm in the midst of Newspaper trying to pretend that I'm doing work (Which is what Newspaper is all about, ironically enough. So, techincally, I am doing work...)
"Seasonal Band Member" is what Jen-Gerh and I deem a few of the members of Mogwai...Which is a Scottish band, for your mentally disturbed information...I'm excited about our continuing conversations about Circus Carnies and Movie God Stuff...Not to mention my startling wonderful Freddy Mercury dreams...Which are fantasmic, if I may add...
And I have to write a Showtune article, and a Malpractice suit article, and probably an article about howler monkeys and The Rock...
It's been a nice morning...
I'm in the midst of Newspaper trying to pretend that I'm doing work (Which is what Newspaper is all about, ironically enough. So, techincally, I am doing work...)
"Seasonal Band Member" is what Jen-Gerh and I deem a few of the members of Mogwai...Which is a Scottish band, for your mentally disturbed information...I'm excited about our continuing conversations about Circus Carnies and Movie God Stuff...Not to mention my startling wonderful Freddy Mercury dreams...Which are fantasmic, if I may add...
And I have to write a Showtune article, and a Malpractice suit article, and probably an article about howler monkeys and The Rock...
It's been a nice morning...
Sunday, August 03, 2003
DOES IT CONCERN YOU THAT THIS BLOG HASN'T WRITTEN IN A WEEK? I DIDN'T THINK SO...
Agg...I'm so excited to go back to classes tomorrow, but I still have so much running through my brain...
-The Fall Musical...*Kelley screams with giddy excitement...*
-NCYC...*More giddy, obnoxious screaming...*
-Drama III...*Do you get the giddy thing yet?*
And so on, and so on...I still have my Plyler essay to finish, but hey, the miracle of 10 Minute BS has to reign supreme until college, at least...And that gives me, what, five hours to finish? Perfect!
I've now seen Pirates Of The Ca-ribb-ean three times, and needless to say, the only two faces being watched were Johnny Depp and more importantly, Jonathan Pryce...Jon Pryce has one of the most rediculously gorgeous voices I've ever heard in my life...Needless to say, he's a god...
Hmm...What more to disclose to my adoring public? Ooh, I met an Alan Cumming look-alike today at Downtown Disney ("The Hot Spot Of The Fake Rich And Famous!"), and he was from the lovely little province of Montreal, Canada...He didn't even know who Alan is, the poor good looking fool! Oh well...He was nice, anyway, but I'm sure he thought I was some maladjusted teenager looking for drugs or other drug parafinalia...
Which isn't too far from the truth, but a little harsh in my own opinion...
Agg...I'm so excited to go back to classes tomorrow, but I still have so much running through my brain...
-The Fall Musical...*Kelley screams with giddy excitement...*
-NCYC...*More giddy, obnoxious screaming...*
-Drama III...*Do you get the giddy thing yet?*
And so on, and so on...I still have my Plyler essay to finish, but hey, the miracle of 10 Minute BS has to reign supreme until college, at least...And that gives me, what, five hours to finish? Perfect!
I've now seen Pirates Of The Ca-ribb-ean three times, and needless to say, the only two faces being watched were Johnny Depp and more importantly, Jonathan Pryce...Jon Pryce has one of the most rediculously gorgeous voices I've ever heard in my life...Needless to say, he's a god...
Hmm...What more to disclose to my adoring public? Ooh, I met an Alan Cumming look-alike today at Downtown Disney ("The Hot Spot Of The Fake Rich And Famous!"), and he was from the lovely little province of Montreal, Canada...He didn't even know who Alan is, the poor good looking fool! Oh well...He was nice, anyway, but I'm sure he thought I was some maladjusted teenager looking for drugs or other drug parafinalia...
Which isn't too far from the truth, but a little harsh in my own opinion...
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