I was in the Guidance Office today, and I wrote a poem on a sheet of paper that was on the desk in front of the "waiting" chairs, and just left it there.

How straight-to-T.V.-high-school-drama-special dramatic is that?

I loved it, though. Made me giggle.

In the most masculine way possible.

Fuck you, Pat Robinson.

I have to do another CAS because Gamaschesche or some lady named Weis lost it in the process. I was going to call it a quits, but I had some amaretti, and now I'm on a fuckin sugar high.

WOOOOOO 2AM, HERE I COME!

Mike came over. That was chill.

I took my set out last night and I started bleeding all over the place. It looked like I had a gunshot wound. It was leaking out like crazy. Like a scene from some cheesy Bond flick.

Anyway, today I suppose will be a lazy day. I've nothing to do.

Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. -- Groucho Marx.

As much as a francophile as I am, no one can denounce sundried tomatoes. G'damn.

Man, life is weird. I feel like writing. I'm going to go do that.

Long ass day. Had an impromptu essay in Psych and History. Joy. When I got home it was alright. Zazie in the Metro came (by Raymond Queneau), in both English and French versions, and I'm excited about that ( Read more... )

There are three movies everyone in America should watch:

- Crash
- Dr. Strangelove
- Inherit the Wind

In that order.

DAMN FINE MOVIES.

So here's a thing: Subtitute Goebbels apparently marked me as cutting her class. That's just silly, damnit. And illegal. Luckily, I ran into Mr. Reid and he asked me where I was first period, and I told him the story, and he laughed inwardly (yes he did) andh he said, "Yes, I know who she is. Don't worry, I'll have a talk with her ( Read more... )