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All Hallow’s Eve
Wooooooo~ WooooOooooOOOooo~
….Boo!
Yeah, right.
Actually, I completely forgot that it was halloween. This morning I knew because everyone was wearing orange and black. But as soon as I got home I stopped caring. So no “Trick-or-Treat”-ing for me. Beside All Hallow’s Eve had nothing to do with candy. But that’s okay. I like chocolate, so I can’t really say anything.
And yet, I’m really bored. No little children have come up and asked the dispensers of candy for candy. Not that I enjoy it. I’m far too busy….erm….blogging, yeah! Too busy blogging to get the door. So there!
I want to throw marshmallows at little kids.
Add comment October 31, 2007
On Pointlessness and the Zodiac
Whatever I’m typing at this very moment may or may not be read by anyone. Then, why do I type? Hermes??
Anyway, I have realized that I’m obsessed with my horoscope.
Without giving anything away, I must say that I’m the epitome of my natal chart (with the solar and lunar and ascendant and whatnot).
It’s scarily accurate.
But I’ve moved on to another topic in my raving.
I’ve also realized that train of thought essays are quite irritating, but only for the reader.
Why is it that we take personality quizzes?
I think they’re fun.
But I know my personality. Which means, if I get an answer I don’t like or think matches me I won’t really appreciate it.
This just means I know how I want to be percieved, and choose my answers accordingly.
Does this make me calculating? (Not that I mind).
But why do we even need someone else to tell us about ourselves? We know exactly who we are, even if we don’t want to. We know what we have done, how we have thought, what we believed, what we do believe, how we think at this moment.
Don’t we know who we are?
Obviously not. Not if we’re taking silly quizzes on our personality.
Maybe it’s because we want more to us than “just us”. Because we percieve something in us is higher. We want more to us than us.
Does this even make sense?
Yes, in a sense. We take these quizzes and look at our horoscopes and talk about ourselves and learn about us. But we don’t know our essence. We don’t know who we are.
We know how we are percieved, how we wish to be percieved, we know how we act, what we think, what our beliefs are. But we do not know us.
Of course we don’t. Because in the end,
we are
Add comment August 14, 2007
Picture this
I’m in a dojo. Of martial arts.
I have to key-aye. Meaning I have to yell. I’ve taken a course called prepare at school in which I have to yell too. This makes the action stronger and more surprising and jazz.
I can’t. Prepare had a valid reason. “No” as it don’t try to touch me you weirdo assaulter.
I don’t like loud noises. I don’t like yelling. I’m a silent supporter.
So I tried.
Everyone else went “Agh!” “Hah!” and whatnot, basic aggressive grunts.
I went, “Nya!”
I swear to god the guy in front of me cracked up.
This is also what I do when playing tennis. Some tennis players “grunt their way through a match”.
“Unnrgh” “Grr.” “uhh.”
Pas moi.
What do I do? Ask my court buddies. During a game this is what you hear from my side of the court:
“Nya!” “Moo!” “Gah!” “Nuu!” “Eep!” “Meep!”
This is sooooooo embarrasing. And yet, I’m not going to try to stop. This is my thing. No one will stop me. Ever.
Add comment July 3, 2007
Owwies
Owwies is right. First I scrape both elbows dragging myself around a dojo to build strength (which I DO NOT HAVE).
Then I bruise my knee, fall up the stairs (as usual), land a flight ahead of my wanted destination (thankfully no one saw that), run my toe against different things so many times until it bleeds, lean against a hot iron and then run into the door. Repeatedly.
This is obviously not my week.
Add comment June 26, 2007
Times when I really love my school
My friends and I congregate in the hallway and talk and chatter with our usual fervor. My History teacher steps out and gestures for us to be quiet.
“There are students inside taking a make-up test, girls, do be quiet.”
“Oh! Sorry, Mrs.—-”
“Quite alright; it’s a make-up test, for make-up girls.”
“*snicker*…Oh, okay Mrs—. We’ll be quieter.”
“Do try, these girls need to think very very hard.”
Add comment January 24, 2007
Salvete, amici!
ego, Athena, orationem habeo te darete. quid est? vah! denuone Latine loquebar?
Ahem, Hello, my good comrades! Do not insult my lack of capitalization, for the good and jolly Romans knew not of such things. Anyways….I have great news! I have sojourned across the vast desserts, the high mountains and deep gorges. I have traversed the paths of thousands. I have crossed the street between my domicilium and the supermarket. And I have found it!!!
The PERFECT Green Tea Ice-Cream! Hurrah! Let us invoke, now the spirits unknown!
Squeeeeeeeee! I’ve got sugar!
And now I’m off with my inebriated penguin, to look for chocolate. His name is Tex.
1 comment January 19, 2007
Calling all sheep-watchers!
I’ve decided to create an anti-sheep blog with a couple of me pals. Stay tuned for sheep-themed debauchery.
In other news, I’ve found a giant penguin on the street. I’m currently feeding it maple syrup and watching it get inebriated. Life is full of surprises.
1 comment January 15, 2007
Insanity needs a new hall monitor
What happens when you add: school + insane teachers + equally insane student + deadlines that make funny sounds when they fly by?
….Tartaros. In other words, I’m in the underworld.
I have test after test, quiz after quiz and presentations thrown in everywhere and a dash of term papers to add a little kick to it all. Need I say more?
Yes. I need. I need a vacation of major proportions! And yet, one could say I’m taking one right now, randomly talking to no one at all. But there are times when school is interesting. Like when a few friends and I discuss our teacher’s latest faux pas or whatnot. I find myself looking forward to lunch each and every day. I usually like class but it seems to be nothing but a monotonous blur and too much information for my “oh so puny” mind to handle. Enough sarcasm, I must get to work before the sheep get me.
I have to lay off of Greek Mythology for a while
4 comments January 15, 2007
Gah.
I’ve been saying that a lot lately. It is my word, though I actually have no proprietorship whatsoever. But I started it. And when I say, “Gah!”, it usually means I’m going off on a rant again. And here they are.
Add comment January 15, 2007
