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I'm saving a killer blog for tomorrow. So I don't forget, here's the topic: curse of stupidity. It promises to be both judgmental and elitist. Fun for the whole family.
I heard someone say this today: "Every school's last game should be a home game!"
Yeah, great job, Einstein.
Today I took some quizzes on some stuff, and an ac-dec test, and we had band, and I decided I like
Tess of the d'Urbervilles.
True story:
MICHELLE: I hate when people don't use adverbs right.
TROY: Don't you mean "correctly?"
( dramatic pause )
( hysterical laughter and self-enmity from both parties ensue and last for the duration of an immeasureable passage of time )
That got me thinking. (Note: That sentence is ironic; you'll see why in a bit.) In society today, we've degraded English into a series of passive verb clauses. We don't use active verbs anymore, as if certain things lose their properties as objects at all. (EDIT: Look at that terribly extraneous prepositional phrase! I suck.)
For instance, we say "That made me angry" instead of "That angered me." Why? Because we like adjectives, and not verbs. We turn everything into descriptors ("gay," "whack," "dumbstuff," etc.) It's kind of dumb. Let us attempt to use more active verbs in casual conversation, nicht?
Sometimes I wish the wind would just carry me away to somewhere far off, somewhere I've never been. In this way I am analogous to a frail female literary protagonist. Isn't that funnnn. Yea dude.
I exude a terrible stench this day; I must soon remedy this problem. (Two simple clauses separated by a semi-colon are dumbstuff.)
This was officially the grammar post.
Good bye.
I think it's safe to say I won't be having pizza for a while.
I love talking with people I just click with. It's so... clicky.
This game sucked. You all suck. I hate you all. (Mostly band people.) Except for a few. You know who you are.
I have to read this 59 chapter book by Monday for my team. And I will! If it's for other people, then I'll do it. Hopefully it's not as boring as the first few pages.
In other news... oh wait, nevermind.
Whoo. It's Monday. PLIDDS logs are due tomorrow, and I haven't started yet. Go me. Stupid book that I like some anyway.
Band UIL was Saturday, as I said. We got straight 1s (first divisions) -- something that was as of yet unprecedented (in my four years, at least.) That felt pretty good even though all bands but one got 1s (as usual).
Something I heard recently has greatly irritated me, although it didn't at the time. Not to mention names, but two people I know were discussing... okay, nevermind. Jonathon was mentioning that he's starting a lion collection (obviously for pride and not because he has a hard-on for stuffed animals, you idiot.) Thomas Stephan said that was "gay." Of course, I don't blame him; freshmen and sophomores think everything is "gay." It's pretty sick to think that people think that being gay is a horrible transgression and that it can symbolize general dislike even toward inanimate objects and concepts. God bless Christians. (And he did! And it wouldn't be an abomination if people weren't so inherently evil.)
Anyway, that pissed me off. Just because you don't yet know that sentimentality can be found in the simplest of things, don't call it gay.
(EDIT: Sadly enough, I can foresee it already because I've had to "defend" myself before. I'm not gay if I don't think being gay is necessarily a bad thing. This is a preventative measure because I care somewhat about what people think about me (but not that much, really, for the majority of people). I'm not gay.)
George W. Bush, I want you dead.
This week has been pretty uneventful, even for me. I'm going to blame Charred Dirt.
Also, band UIL is on Saturday. Whoo. Exciting.
I have two hours to blow before I have to leave for the game. Meh...
How have I passed each day up to this point? It seems like I did SOMETHING, but I don't know what. All I can think of is homework, and of course that's out of the question.
I'm pretty bored. Someone talk to me or something.
It's been a busy weekend. For me, at least. I'm sure cooler people are doing more, but whatever.
Did the crappy little "parade" on Friday. It was fun, but too short I think. And the band was screwier than normal. It's my last one, too. Sad panda. I don't want to leave highschool, but I do, and I don't...
Then, of course, the homecoming game. I couldn't stop thinking the whole time that we were setting a horrible example for the middle schoolers. We played one stand tune, spilled crap all over, were running around, mass chaos. I've found my sentences don't really end anymore. That's cool, isn't
Saw a bunch of RLT alumni at the game. We went to IHOP afterwards (the crappy->good IHOP, not the good->crappy IHOP, for those of you in the know.) We had a nice little talk. We then went home. We. Watashi tachi wa.
Saturday: Woke up pretty late. Played a Genesis game all day, then went to homecoming. Had an inferior feeling of being underdressed and alone all day (at least until the dance). Then we got there and they had run out of tickets. I was afraid and all, but not really. Then I bought a piece of paper with Ms. Luttrell's signature on it. Maybe it was like an autograph, but probably not. Isn't that interesting? Yeah, I thought so.
At the dance, much freak-dancing was done. I felt loved.
I stayed at Jonathon's all night after the dance, then we went to IHOP (oh boy, again). Came home. Blah blah. Waiting to go to clarinet party. Isn't this blog full of zaniness?
That's about it. Troy blogged. And there was much rejoicing. Glory unto ye[a dude].
Electricity is amazing. My computer's been on for 6 weeks.
(In retrospect, that sounds incredibly stupid.)
I had a sudden burst of drive last night, and I thought about so many aspirations I've had. And now I can't do anything with it. I'm ultimately confused about many things. I should be able to handle it, but I can't.
Have I fallen from grace?
(I'm not nearly as depressed as this post makes me out to be. It just sort of happened that way. I'm really fretting about this senior scrapbook thing, though. What in the hell do I have to put in it?)
Marching band, and specifically this year, since I'm now at the top of the pack, has made me believe that Darwin definitely had it right. I've never been more elitist in my life. There are so many retards who are so retarded on so many levels that they'd never know it. I'd say you know who you are, but you probably don't, since you're a retard.
No specific examples; too messy to bother explaining. Props to Paul for trusting me on this one.
(P.S. Get better, Michelle. :( And comment with vigor.)
So the game got postponed for an hour and we decided not to stay because of the impending ToC. I didn't really feel like dancing tonight anyway.