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Oct. 16th, 2004 12:31 amwow. I whine.
I spoke too soon
and now too late.
Yesterday, my brother, disguised as an Amish hacky-sacker that could rival Hitler in a rock band, somehow was inducted into NJHS. But I got to see Largo screw up everything with shuffled certificates and the mention of a cake that never existed. We met a woman who acquianted with us in more ways than one... creepy world. Also.. Heather/Robert's mom. She had apparently just told someone else the identity of the person who had once circumcized Robert. And Taylor was there! She said something about what I was wearing, and I wonder how her head works. Really. Can't say much else about that here.
I never saw the vaunted Halloween Oreos tossed skyward by my brother's friend. They've apparently become a bit of a legend. Few, however, saw the tale of Hoe, called Hump Along, altered by my brother's friend. He never told me who did it. However I did have some interesting thoughts reminiscing about my own induction, when the idea of a 10th grader made me tremble in my flip-flops. Yesterday, I watched my friendly acquaintances onstage lighting the same candles...
I ended up going to Progressives Club, too. I left behind my art portfolio. Politics now seem important, perhaps only because of the inherent danger of a simpleton Texan returning to ultimate power. Canvassing time? You can't change minds other than mine. You can change mine. Me too, I guess. Just not regular people's. I wish we could have a real contest. I wish politicians really CARED. On the bottom of the beer carton it says Keep America Beautiful. Please Do Not Litter. On top of sam Adams it says Patriot Brewer. They don't care about the causes. it looks pretty, or they are forced to do so. This is why we need government. But if that is fundamentally wrong, it makes fun reading in Euro... I mean...-- What is this hole of a country in for? Like a drunk person will look under the beer carton and think about pollution. Like people will stop voting for Bush. GOD. Jim's still in the hospital. can they vote? and stuff? Oh, a maelstrom of thoughts.
False advertising: The word Coke on a Craphowiebox when we now serve Pepsi. Do we need to start using the good boxes for mediums now? Brittany cut herself, and with no first-aid kit she may have gotten infected. Took long enough to get a band-aid. Also Dubya blue tie red party Kerry red tie blue party.
Maybe I should ask questions instead of listening in.
Everyone likes to talk but it's hard to get them to open up if they know you're there.
I had some revelations during PSAT/NMSQT. It was cold, and I'm sick ( with "the plague")so I had a little pile of used tissues on the floor next to me. I think I did pretty well on the actual test, but I enjoyed the reading passages and the thoughts they elicited. Ronin.
Later on, I sat on Batman Bench with people. Don't need to name-drop any more, so that part isn't important. I scared them. It was fun. I sparked sin-alongs. "leaves out the g and likes it" give me water or give me death. Tay and I run on overlapping circuitry. I wish I lost the propensity for bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Some day I need to take a vow of silence. And not dress corporate casual. I should at least go all the way.
I spoke too soon
and now too late.
Yesterday, my brother, disguised as an Amish hacky-sacker that could rival Hitler in a rock band, somehow was inducted into NJHS. But I got to see Largo screw up everything with shuffled certificates and the mention of a cake that never existed. We met a woman who acquianted with us in more ways than one... creepy world. Also.. Heather/Robert's mom. She had apparently just told someone else the identity of the person who had once circumcized Robert. And Taylor was there! She said something about what I was wearing, and I wonder how her head works. Really. Can't say much else about that here.
I never saw the vaunted Halloween Oreos tossed skyward by my brother's friend. They've apparently become a bit of a legend. Few, however, saw the tale of Hoe, called Hump Along, altered by my brother's friend. He never told me who did it. However I did have some interesting thoughts reminiscing about my own induction, when the idea of a 10th grader made me tremble in my flip-flops. Yesterday, I watched my friendly acquaintances onstage lighting the same candles...
I ended up going to Progressives Club, too. I left behind my art portfolio. Politics now seem important, perhaps only because of the inherent danger of a simpleton Texan returning to ultimate power. Canvassing time? You can't change minds other than mine. You can change mine. Me too, I guess. Just not regular people's. I wish we could have a real contest. I wish politicians really CARED. On the bottom of the beer carton it says Keep America Beautiful. Please Do Not Litter. On top of sam Adams it says Patriot Brewer. They don't care about the causes. it looks pretty, or they are forced to do so. This is why we need government. But if that is fundamentally wrong, it makes fun reading in Euro... I mean...-- What is this hole of a country in for? Like a drunk person will look under the beer carton and think about pollution. Like people will stop voting for Bush. GOD. Jim's still in the hospital. can they vote? and stuff? Oh, a maelstrom of thoughts.
False advertising: The word Coke on a Craphowiebox when we now serve Pepsi. Do we need to start using the good boxes for mediums now? Brittany cut herself, and with no first-aid kit she may have gotten infected. Took long enough to get a band-aid. Also Dubya blue tie red party Kerry red tie blue party.
Maybe I should ask questions instead of listening in.
Everyone likes to talk but it's hard to get them to open up if they know you're there.
I had some revelations during PSAT/NMSQT. It was cold, and I'm sick ( with "the plague")so I had a little pile of used tissues on the floor next to me. I think I did pretty well on the actual test, but I enjoyed the reading passages and the thoughts they elicited. Ronin.
Later on, I sat on Batman Bench with people. Don't need to name-drop any more, so that part isn't important. I scared them. It was fun. I sparked sin-alongs. "leaves out the g and likes it" give me water or give me death. Tay and I run on overlapping circuitry. I wish I lost the propensity for bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Some day I need to take a vow of silence. And not dress corporate casual. I should at least go all the way.
