Everybody goes to parties. They dance this mess around. Well, they do all sixteen...sorry. B52s ( Read more... )

'Twas the night before Monday, and through the apartment ( Read more... )

It's great how school sucks all the fun out of everything. I have to write a poem a day for over a month. 33 different forms ( Read more... )

When that I was a little tiny boy...wait a minute...
Hi
It's funny how nose and lose don't rhyme.
It's funny how you're a nosy loser who can't rhyme.
Rythm's spelt funny.
You'respelt funny.
Oh. That hurts.
Maybe you hurt.
Shut up.
Wy don't you shut up ( Read more... )

I'm an Argentine Superhero...ine. And o you know what else? (What else, Zoh?) I can LJ-cut! See? LJ-( cut! )

Ok, this is freaky. _beatlette_ and I both got eachother as LJ blind date on this quiz...( Seeseesee?! )

Well ( Read more... )

"The time has come," The Walrus said, "to speak of many things. Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. Of why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings." (From Alice's Adventures, I forget which one.)

Ah, the things floating around in my head...How about this one?

'Tis thus when the lovely summer Sun ( Read more... )

--I was overflowing with things to say, but now that I'm here they all seem to have left me and taken up residence elsewhere ( Read more... )

My walls are covered in things. Little boxes and shelves and signs. I took down my Dinosaur Provincial Park poster, but I have one about Frobisher and the Inuit, with old maps on it. My calendar is Ansel Adams, but that's only for a few more days, and then it will be DaVinci. I feel that I spelt that wrong ( Read more... )