don't be an ERACIST

"I need an eraser."
"Here you go."
"I don't want a green eraser, I want a white eraser."
"What? This works just fine."
"No, give me a white eraser."
"Fine. Here."
"Finally. Thanks."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You know what that makes you?"
"What?"
"An eracist."

Haha. That's supposed to teach a lesson. I don't know. It started when someone started talking about jimmies (chocolate sprinkles) and cannibals. Yeah. It was a good deviation from the regular note-taking and lecturing. Did he fake it? Indeed.

Back to school tonite to watch me some good Hamlet. "To be or not to be that is the question whether 'tis nobler..--to sleep to die..ay that's the rub..quietus....with a bare bodkin? soft you now, orisons Ophelia. Nymph, sins remembered." I don't know. That's what I mostly remeber from the great soliloquy. I've seen about....5 versions? Yeah. I made a funny little version sheet that's all, interesting with the five different actors playing Hamlet are saying parts of the "to be or not to be" speech, trying to demonstrate who's better. Looking forward to seeing Mel Gibson cry as he confronts skulls.

sodomy, sausage, salami ... it's all the same.

I think today was mostly very bad. People were annoyingly...eh, how should I say this, judgemental? Prejudiced? Generally to that effect and I was tired. I don't like being responsible for things, man. Leave me be.

I watched some Army of Darkness last night. It was really funny. Sponteneous viewing of Family Guy too. Yeah. It was a nice break from stressing over new recommendation considerations. "Boomstick". I like that. Heh, "Shop smart, shop S-Mart^(TM)". I totally have no idea if there's that little TM thing there, but--ok.

Another issue plaguing me: long overdue homesickness. Who misses the Lucky Dog and egg foo yung? Who misses a big back yard with a lonely cherry tree? Who misses trips to the museum of science and industry? Ohhh, you know it be me. I don't know, I've been thinking about life if it remained a relative constant for me. Like, the unchanging variable or controlled experiment. I'm just sick of here. Maybe I can go home soon.

Today in school let us share needles (based on an entirely true tale)

"the single and peculiar life is bound with all the strength and armour of the mind to keep itself from noyannce but much more that the spirit upon whose weal depends and rests the lives of many the cess of majesty dies not alone but like a gulf doth draw what's near it with or it is a massy wheel fixed on the summit of the highest mount for whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things are mortised and adjoined which when it falls each small annexment petty consequence attends the boistr'ous ruin never alone did the king sigh but with a general groan."

A part of Rosencrantz that must be memorized. Next is Polonius. Ok. My week thus far has been unfunnish. One nice little snippet, perhaps, is the abundance of interesting movies on the telly (safe haven of old; a friend most true). Memorable watch of the week:

Cool Hand Luke


Curiosity lured me into flipping the channel to watch this; the only thing I knew was that Paul Newman was in it. The colorized version was on, showing the scene when there's this snake and all the chain gang guys are trying to get it and Luke gets it and the guy with the reflective-sheriff-like sunglasses shoots the snake's head off (way, way cruel in my opinion; shocking also). I think I saw about 5/7^ths of the movie, but it was all good. Yeah. I would go all into detail about other subjects from the movie, but I don't really want to do that stuff.
I'll provide another nice Luke here.


(little Luke! what was up with those eggs? and that "eyes" guy shot another animal, a turtle, later on that they were gon' eat. and the warden-ish guy with the funny voice, "what we have here is a failure to communicate.")

Also view'd: Monsters Inc., Velvet Goldmine (yeah..yyyyeahhh. mmmyeahh.) ... things I've seen before and now? Oh! I had the best time playing some GTA. That is fun.

Hello, regular day.

I went to school at about 7:30 AM to take a biology test that lasted until 9:15 AM. Mmmm, that's a delicious Monday for you. Yep. Been rereading Shakespeare's Hamlet. Oh. Somehow that Horatio is quite a quippy character, but I guess not really. Literature and your demading journals--leave me be! I can't stand your analytical abuse. Oh-ho, have I got an amazing feat to announce: I have completed my regular college applications due this Thursday. No applause, please, I'm just a hard working drone, oh, indeed. Seriously, it was done at 3:42 PM or something and right now I'm, all, taking a worthy break that won't have any consequences later-ish.

A rather funny concept from Japanese class: I made my grandmother force me to bring her an umbrella. Oh, that's quite the funny situation. ...and I think that the title from the last entry was much Sufjan Stevens based. That John Wayne Gacy Jr. really freaks me out. Really, totally, freaky.

Sacrifice of Turkeys for Consupmtion Day is National!

Joe Namath..found him whilst working on a powerpoint presentation about Harry Benson. Hm. [?] My Thanksgiving has been going on without any strange or traditional occurences. No turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes (that is yet to be discussed, I suppose), cranberry sauce, et al. those regular foodstuffs. There are, however, an abundant supply of waffles, ham, crab (soft-shelled?) soup, cheesecake, cranberry bread, and pecanpie waiting to be tasted/digested. Slight differences, no?

I spent the better half of my day watching some episodes of season 2 of Project Runway on Bravo. That was, like, four or five hours straight of Santino Vs. Nick, Daniel, Chloe, Kara, himself. Oohoo--great fun. Wow, yeah. Anyway, this isn't the greatest fun I've ever had. It's more, like, work and eat and lounge around watching whatever's on the television again. I've amuse myself, though, looking at Benson's work. His photos are serious, full of life, and pondrous. It's nice that they're authentic and don't appear to be tampered in any way for dramatic enhancement. Please visit website: Harry Benson!

I don't want to work on damn college applications. Oh, god. I am not eager to worry my brain to obilvion; this is a little digression on my part.

Again the persuit of quaint ART

7uuuhhhhhhhggggiiggggggggggggpppt

vs.

rapport

the bird and the human contemplate. blood is drawn in biology class. Seriously, though, little Blondie, the gentle bird, typed that first part for your pleasure. She hopes that you enjoyed.

so, disneyland vs. dragons.

Never, ever go to Disneyland or any theme park for that matter during a/the national holiday/s. It's ever so ridiculously crowded. Everyone is there!! ARRRTHEHGGSHE?! Well, I guess people were all going 'cuz they all had some free ticket paper from the mail (ah, comme moi) or had no work/school (aussi, like me) or wanted to see all the new holiday decor. Oh, yes. The wonderful picture taken sometime during the night there. My camera not work good and now. Among the memorable rides are Star Tours, the Haunted Mansion (TNBC-ified), and Space Mountain. I Brought home an EWOK. It's soft, adorable, and barbaric. Another nice thing about this weekend: Instead of doing College Applications I went ahead and played some Spyro: Year of the Dragon. I finally beat the damn snowboarding Yetis and kicked Sorceress buttocks. Uh. Nice Divvy of time.