When there's nothing to do I like to write
An Elizabethan Sonnet or two,
And since the snow has painted the ground white
I sit at home and this is what I do.
Well, for the show I've acts to memorize
And still there's physics homework to complete
So maybe writing sonnets isn't wise
But the room with the desk doesn't have heat.
So here I sit and I procrastinate
And maybe later I'll do my homework.
The view of the snow from this window's great
So maybe I'll do work when it gets dark.
Shit, here's the couplet. Well, this sonnet's done...
I guess now it's time to get off my bum.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The ridiculosity is absurd!
I've heard some ridiculous words.
But these are the ridickest.
sartorial: adj. Of or relating to tailoring.
uxorial: adj. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a wife.
tatterdemalion: n. A person dressed in tattered clothing.
shibboleth: n. Any word or phrase that can be used to distinguish members of a group from outsiders.
It's ridic.
But these are the ridickest.
sartorial: adj. Of or relating to tailoring.
uxorial: adj. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a wife.
tatterdemalion: n. A person dressed in tattered clothing.
shibboleth: n. Any word or phrase that can be used to distinguish members of a group from outsiders.
It's ridic.
Friday, February 27, 2009
I've developed a new system to show just how hopeless people are.
Take your number of updates and divide it by your number of followers. The larger the number, the more hopeless a human being you are.
Take your number of updates and divide it by your number of followers. The larger the number, the more hopeless a human being you are.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
And I return
I've let the blog lay fallow for two point five months and I think I may be ready to return to the whole write-down-how-I-feel thing.
Since December 15th, I've applied to ten colleges and gotten into two of them.
I went to California
I was chosen to be Oscar in the school production of the Odd Couple
I've managed to memorize very little of my part in the time I've been given
I've gotten more spiritual
I've bought 3 kidrobot sweatshirts.
Right now, I've finished applying for financial aid and I'm hawking over my e-mail to see if I've gotten any mail from any schools. I still have to read the gov chapter but I probably won't, and I still have to do some Italian HW and I probably will.
My overall mood was comparable to that of Bambi after his mother was shot for until February break, but then I met some nice people, got some e-mails and got a whole lotta kidrobot stuff. Since then, I've been a lot more content.
Anything else? I re-did my altar to give it a more Discordian taste. The offering bowl to Eris is now in the middle instead of under everything, and since shit's been going well I've been sacrificing a little bit more to her (Heck, I asked her to get rid of a bout of hiccups for me and poof, gone). Weird? Eh, maybe. Do I know anything about discordianism? No. Still gotta read the Principia, but hey, offering to Eris seems to be working so w/e.
I guess that's everything. Talk to ya later, blog.
PS- Don't ever read Sartre's No Exit and Camus' The Stranger in the same night. EVER.
Since December 15th, I've applied to ten colleges and gotten into two of them.
I went to California
I was chosen to be Oscar in the school production of the Odd Couple
I've managed to memorize very little of my part in the time I've been given
I've gotten more spiritual
I've bought 3 kidrobot sweatshirts.
Right now, I've finished applying for financial aid and I'm hawking over my e-mail to see if I've gotten any mail from any schools. I still have to read the gov chapter but I probably won't, and I still have to do some Italian HW and I probably will.
My overall mood was comparable to that of Bambi after his mother was shot for until February break, but then I met some nice people, got some e-mails and got a whole lotta kidrobot stuff. Since then, I've been a lot more content.
Anything else? I re-did my altar to give it a more Discordian taste. The offering bowl to Eris is now in the middle instead of under everything, and since shit's been going well I've been sacrificing a little bit more to her (Heck, I asked her to get rid of a bout of hiccups for me and poof, gone). Weird? Eh, maybe. Do I know anything about discordianism? No. Still gotta read the Principia, but hey, offering to Eris seems to be working so w/e.
I guess that's everything. Talk to ya later, blog.
PS- Don't ever read Sartre's No Exit and Camus' The Stranger in the same night. EVER.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Complain complain
I don't have anything to write about anymore. All I can think about is college essays.
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