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I've had so much to do of late. It really sucks some major vacuum cleaner. New layout on sunday.
Continuing on my rants on chemistry, i found today that Mr Furry can't kick me out of honors unless i agree. hahaha. It was a good laugh because that do nothing Mrs Rasich took fifteen minutes to "help" me decide not to change my schedule and that i need to do my homework. I had already planned on not switching and on actually doing my homework. "it's raining, raining, raining on prom night" I think i've found out why those who suffer(or not) from insanity laugh so much. In a scewed view of reality, one must cope somehow. Also, Annika yelled at me for borrowing her cd's. I had them in my bag at the time, but i found it more amusing to parry her calls with defiant replies to the effect of "they're mine, you ninnyheaded person, you". My maturity level is continuing to be a source of constant amusement. I wish that as i grew my maturity would follow, but maturity is just an arbitery measure of a society that fears change. Oh well. I ate dinner at "the belgium waffle house" tonight. While there i fell into love with the waitress. Her name was stacy, and her eyes were a delicate brown. She was about five and a half feet tall and her proportions were romanesque. I could see us sharing a bagel and with her sipping a cup of chai and me nursing an espresso in a small cafe in an intimate little village in the alps. Outside the flowers would be in full bloom, yellow, red and blue, interspersed with specks of white fairies fluttering from flower to flower over a backdrop of green. Rising sharply from the fields of flowers would be craggy peaks, peaks larger seemingly than the Himilayas and older than mount blanc. If only i liked espresso.... Would you care if i stole all of your underwear and sent it up the flag pole? Would you see if i borrowed all of your light bulbs? If i let my dog pee on your leg, would your feel bad? It's been one of those days. I got up late, was in a shower too long, got to my religion final ten minutes late, and I can't leave the testing room till everyone is done. All this and it's only 8:15 in the morning. Let's see what can i talk about? I know, Chickens! They're fluffy and cute as little chicks and get big and mean/ugly as adults. They can't fly thus giving them flying frustration making them violent. They come in all sorts of colors, but my favorite is dark with a little lemon sauce and parsley sprinkled on top. As a small child i was harassed by a new england hen on my aunt's farm which left me emotionally scarred for life. I have nightmares each night of that demon chicken. Die Chicken, DIE! I know the guestbook sucks, but IT'S NOT USER-DEFINED And I'll search the world over Yes, indeed, that was a long yawn, but it had cause. I haven't slept much of late and am running on fumes. But, these fumes have energy, more energy than even the highest octane can achieve. I feel like collapsing, yet i feel like continuing, as if the lack of sleep is actually keeping me going. Forward it drives, like an unrelenting teamster. When i shall stop, i am unsure, but it'll probably be wednesday evening, for nothing happens on wednesday but the crowing of the magpies in their roosts when dogs come to close and gradual movement downhill of the great snowpiles high in the hills. He walked through the swinging doors of the cafe and sat down in the corner booth, with his back to the wall. Life is only interesting the first time around He ordered a slice of rye bread and a glass of lemon vodka. Life is only funny when watching someone else The hatted man now sat quietly, contemplating the floor. Life is only good on one end of a gun The man suspected nothing, save the trail of blood. Life is only good when people talk He pulled his gun and turned towards the back in a single fluid motion Life is only Great with a slice of Carrot Cake. My brother returns from his long exodus to North Carolina. Maybe it's more like a migration, but still it'll please me greatly for him to return and the return of snowboarding trips to top of the mountain. Yes. Plus he's bringing all of his Electronica, so much music reviewing will take place(and even more copying). He called wednesday and made fun of my apparent abundance of education. It seems that the Carolinians know little of snow and even less of shovels and that forced them to give up a day of school(those noble bastards).
for my angel in black.
Yeah, I'll search the world over
for a Eurotrash Girl.
He pulled out his newspaper and began to read.
The headlines read like Ancient history.
The CHristians were burning books and the Jews and Muslims fought.
He thought "oh well," and "at least i slept through the history classes"
The Waiter was only glad to comply, for he was about to die.
The man in the kitchen watched nervously the man in the soft hat,
While the man in the softhat read the funnys
and buttered his rye and sipped his lemon vodka.
He set down the vodka and pushed the buttered rye to the side.
He stood and readjusted his cap
and he replaced his coat on his shoulders.
The man in the rear released a breath and loosened his grip on his pistol.
As he stood and turned to pay,
he checked his sawed-off shotgun.
At the register, he asked the cashier how many cooks stirred the pot.
She said one.
He fired twice through the wall and turned to leave one last time
He flipped the waitor a quarter tip
and stepped into the icy blanket of a dark night.
As he walked away, he thought "Damn, i didn't get a slice of carrot cake.