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Wednesday, April 14, 2004

 
Mood: Dayquil enduced
Music: Edith Piaf - Non, Je ne regrette rien

Im on a dayquil high.
and its beautiful from up here.
So im still a little sick (in the sense of being crazy and health... not mental). shame on you cough. shame on you cold. you guys suck. go home.
I found myself thinking. I know. Its OUTRAGEOUS! But here was the process:
self: what do the people want to read this week?
self: dumbass. this is your blog. who cares what anyone wants to read.
self: but people i dont know read this.
self: so what, people you do know read this too.
self: wasn't that my point?
self: no. shut up.
self: sorry.
self: so what will we write about?
self: whatever is on our mind
self: like this terribly retarded --
self: --dont say retarded!
self: okay, this terribly STUPID conversation that we're having with ourself?
self: sure. we could do that. I call it "dialogue with the self."
self: more like "dialogue with the retard."
self: dont say retard!
self: fine. "dialogue with the dumbass."
self: you suck big time.
self: yeah, well i hate you so bad.
and thats when i started to ignore myself. it just hates itself sometimes, and thats a lot of negative energy i just cant handle right now.
why do i start crying every time Ms. Russell asks me "is everything alright?"
does that mean everything isnt alright?
i keep telling her "I'm tired"
"I'm sick"
"I'm kinda busy"
"a little stressed out"
"Maybe a little over worked."
"but im doing okay."
"i'm fine."
"i'm fine."
"I am fine."
I am colorblind. coffee black and egg white. pull me out from inside.
i am ready.
i am ready.
i am ready.
i am fine.
i dont know whats wrong with me.
its the "teen-angst-my-soul-is-bleeding" crisis again
lets join hands and cry about it
again
but i am fine.
i am just fine.
peachy keen.
peachy fucking keen.
my sister left me a message this afternoon, bragging about some band having their tour bus 50 feet from her window. too bad i had no idea who the fuck they were. and since i didnt know who they were, it was not important. not at all.
go get a job katie. i dont want to work at dad's office with you all summer... yuckyyyyyyyy.. .i hate that job.
too bad im taking it anyway. they practically begged me to come back this year and work for them. the buisness office ladies love me, what can i say.
OH GOD! FRAT BOYS ARE EVERYWHERE! THEY ARE YELLING! OUTDOORS! ITS BEAUTIFUL.
for those of you who dont know, i live across the street from a frat house. it is lovely. you can ask lolo (whom i miss dearly!) they are especially helpfull when you cant inflate your new blow-up pool by yourself, and want to share cheez-its and strawberry smoothies with someone.
it was a lovely afternoon of avoiding the hiv in the river.
so here's another thought, for all of those trying to achieve the perfect mrazgasm:
ON APRIL 20th AT 10AM, JASON MRAZ TICKETS GO ON SALE FOR THE JUNE 12 CONCERT AT KELLER AUDITORIUM IN PORTLAND! IF YOU WANT TO BE MY BEST FRIEND, YOU WILL GO START STANDING IN LINE AROUND 7, AND BUY ME A TICKET TO GO WITH YOU BECAUSE I WILL BE TRAPPED IN A MEETING ROOM IN A PORTLAND HOTEL TAKING A USC SAT CLASS! SAVE MY SORRY ASS AND BUY ME A TICKET (THEY ARE ONLY $25-$28!!!!) AND I WILL PAY YOU BACK, I SWEAR!
AFTER ALL.. oh... better... i mean, after all that yelling, i have lost my voice.
so now, J-Kwon and I are going to go get tipsy in the pimp mobile.
i swear if Ronda doesnt tell me that practice has been cancelled one more time, i just wont show up to practice anymore, and she will just have to recruit a new stage manager. today, she left me out. again. you cant not tell the stage manager when practice has been cancelled.
and what the hell?! CV gets school cancelled because their power goes out? we all know jay conroy would make us work by candle light if the power went out! the day we had 4 fire drills, we didnt get to go home! ugh. i hate the corvallis school district.
everyone better be going to see Kucinich tomorrow. he might have something important to say. especially you.
$5 says Jacob Minne goes and asks a lot of hypothetical questions like he did to that one army guy who came to talk to us. here' s a reinactment :
Army Guy: ... and thats what its like to join the armed forces! *sees hand waving in air* yes, you!
Jacob: what do you think of our government sending men overseas to die?
Army Guy: *weird look*
Jacob: dont you think our president should get a brain?
Army Guy: *really awkward look*
Jacob: i mean really, shouldnt our government be better?
Everyone else in class: Jacob. Shut up. Dont harass the man with the AK-47.
Jacob: blah blah blah government politics blah blah.
Army Guy: uh...
Jacob: blah blah blah im stupid blah blah
Everyone else in class: Jacob. Sit down. Shut up.
thank god he did.
for future reference, thats not jacob really said. he say something WAY more inteligent and politically savvy, but i dont have a big enough brain to remember, or care for that matter. Jacob Minne is crazy. I think he'll stay that way and ask Kucinich a whole butt load of questions tomorrow.
And then i hope one of the teachers puts his straight jacket back on.
hopefully it will be Becky Kiersky or Linda Keller.
And i hope Jacob refers to her as "Mrs. Keller"
and i hope she barks "CALL ME LINDA!" like she always does.
or Mrs. Kiersky says "Correctamundo!" and does her little veloceraptor claw thing while she denys everyone college credit in a class that they truely deserve it for even though they only .5 away from acheving it on the college algebra final. and if you aced the triginomitry final, too bad. sucks for you.
im bitter. can you tell?
but she so looks like a sad poodle/velocoraptor chicken
I hope theres a commotion.
and i hope somebody crys about it.
thankfully, the only crying i will do during that moment, will be because im laughing too damn hard.
enjoy the though of Jacob Minne in a straight jacket.
(this makes me wish i had enough time to photoshop a picture of jacob minne onto a straight jacket. too bad i dont.)

enjoy that little slice of heaven, cruel, cruel, world...
~*N*~





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