Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

I'm experimenting...But let me make it worth your while to read...

Mr. Sinclair: You go to college to experience things. And some of you will experience different things than others. I, for example, went to college to drink beer and smoke dope. Which was something I did very well at.

And Mr. Welch is taking my Physics class to The Great Escape Friday...How cool is that? Apparantly they have Physics Day...

That's all.


Current Mood:
thoughtful

The other day in band Mr. Whitman goes "Now you're all looking at me like I have six heads. Well, I do. The other five are at home in a closet."

And in Physics that day I brought Mr. Welch back his really expensive parabolic mirror, and as I handed it to him he goes "Ah! Mah baby!" So I went back to my seat and said to Kathryn "I really hope he was talking about the mirror and not me..." To which Brian said "You could sue him for sexual abuse." He meant sexual harassment, I'm sure, because the thought of Mr. Welch sexually abusing anyone or anything is just very very very very very wrong. In fact, sex and Mr. Welch should never be used in the same sentence, except "Mr. Welch has never had sex."

Then yesterday we played with fire in Physics. I like fire, but I can't light matches, because they scare me and I freak out. So I said to Ryan "You'll have to light my candle" which was very dirty but he didn't know that. But after a bit I decided to be brave and light my own candle. Which is also dirty.

And today Kathryn and I were discussing how it's waaaaaaaay too cold for anyone to be wearing a skirt that violates the dress code, and just as we asked "Who would do that?" Maria walked in with a very very short skirt. So there you go.

Today I love THE PROM IS TOMORROW!

Today I hate making eye contact with someone on the opposite side of a bathroom stall door than you.

Let it be known that, henceforth, Ryan Rainville is proclaimed to be "God's Gift to Blind Dogs"!

Kathryn and I are merely "wayward theologians". 

Last night at Rehersal:

Paul: I need to go home...I need to mastrubate really badly. (Once again, Paul, waaaaaaaaaaaay too much information.)

Dr. Seuss + A Midsummer Night's Dream = "I do not like Demetrius! I do not like him in a box, I do not like him with a fox! I do not like him in a house, I do not like him with a mouse! I do not like him here or there; I do not like him anywhere! I do not like Demetrius! I do not like him, Egeus!"

This morning in Calc:

Mr. Sinclainr: Anything in this world can be undone.

Me: Except murder.

Today I love having a big part! Finally!

Today I hate not being able to sleep at night

Today I wonder why no one has yet asked me who the attractive hunk that has been staring coyly out of my icon lately is.

Three random things that I found enormously amusing.

1. Mr. Whitman: (Waving his baton) See this? It only waves around in the air! I can't fix instruments in a single day; you all think it does magic but it doesn't! (This is funny because I immideately conjured an image of Whitman in a pointy hat and wizard robes, waving his baton madly and speaking Latin...See what Harry Potter has done to me?)

2.Aaron has a little squishy figure of Bush, for the purpose of smushing. Dustin: He's been Bushwhacked. (Who loves bad puns? I do.) (Also, life is so much happier when you give up trying to hate Dustin and just laugh at him.)

3. Jess: Long, long ago, in good King Arthur's day, Mrs. Archer had control of Encore. (Isn't that the truth....She's that old and it's been at leats that long since she was in control.)

Today I love rehersal. It just makes me happy.

Today I hate calc tests. They just makes me stressed.

Sorry, I'm having icon ADD again. Expect frequent icon changes in the near future.

I have to have a serious journal entry for a minuet. I've been feeling really off lately, like I want things or want to do things that no one else wants to do, and I don't know why. Also, I desperately want to read and finish the stories I am writing, but whenever I have a free moment I seem to be on the computer or watching tv...

I just feel like I'm in an awful funk and I don't know what to do.

And, I got a 74 on my Calc test, and I know none of you are going to quite understand what that means in terms of my life, but it's bad. Trust me. And I can't possibly do anything more to bring up my grade in Calc. I go to class, I pay attention, I take notes, I do the homework, I study, and I still can't manage to get back up to the A I used to have. WTF?

HUGE SIGH

I just want high school to end and college never to begin. Is that so much to ask?

Because I am also stressing about the overnight at St. Michael's this weekend, which I am dreading. And I know that I'm going to have to spend every night there eventually, but it'll be in my own room, (well, with a roommate but still at least partly my own room) and it'll just be different and I don't wanna go.

I DONT WANNA GO TO COLLEGE!!!!!!!!

I just hate this. All of it. Anything that involves the word school or class or test or quiz.

But I don't hate any of you, and I won't care if you don't even read this, because I know it's long and boring and stupid.

But I feel slightly better now.

So I watched Down with Love again...and now you all have to suffer with some quotes from it.

Vicky: I'm sorry they've been riding your tail so hard over there.
Guy: I'm not.

Peter: I have enough insecurities without having to worry about my socks falling down!

Peter: The only thing I have to offer a woman is the same thing you have to offer a woman. You!

Peter: Catch, you're the best friend a man with 20 diagnosed psychoseses could have.
Catch: Well, we've been friends a long time. I knew you when you only had 12.

Catch: You said she was a spinster!
Peter: I did not! I have never used the word spinster in my life! Well, except when I told my mother it was technically incorrect for her to call her son a spinster.
Catch: Do you still want to go out with Vicky?
Peter: Of course! Do you think I want to end up a spinster?

Vicky: The men who resent me won't give me the time of day, and the men who respect me won't give me the time of night.
Peter: If I had the chance, I'd resent and respect you, day and night and night and day!

(Upon careful consideration, Becky, I have decided that it would indeed be funnier if Catch poured the ice water down his pants)

(THE ELEVATOR SLIDE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!)

Vicky: For being so man crazy all my life, I sure can't stand 'em.

Peter: I feel like I'm going to explode!
Catch: Finally.

10 minutes?
10 minutes.

Peter: HOMOSEXUAL! I'm not HOMOsexual!

Vicky: Barbra!
Peter: Vicky!
Catch: Nancy!
Peter: Who are you calling Nancy?

Vicky: You're just like every other man!
Peter: I'm just like every other man!

Peter: You have to rip her apart, if not for the good of civilization then just for me!

Ok, I am done. Sorry. I can't help it. Becky got me hooked. And I love her for it.

So also today:

Mr. Sinclair: Tupack (Is how he pronounced it)
Class: Snicker Giggle Giggle
Mr. Sinclair: What?
Class: It's Tupac.
Mr Sinclair: I'm 57! What the Hell do you want?

Mr. Whitman gave me two very very bad mental images:
1. "Don't mind my clashing clothes. I got dressed in the dark today. (Now why would he do that? I don't really want to know.)
2. If I do have to resort to punishing you for not practicing, I'm not going to like, crack a whip over your heads. (Now THAT'S an image I do not need, but my dirty mind supplied me with. Them Kayla Steen felt the need to come up behind me and whisper "Whip me!")

So finally, the only part of this you will all read, the quote. The last quote was My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Janeea, Kim, Jean, Hannah, and Kelli all got it right. They all get one "Boont Cake" point.

The next quote is "We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams." (This may be from a song as well, but I do not know. It's from a movie, as far as I know. Anyone who can tell me the song, if there is one, gets a really special point.)

I have decided today that the person I am going to miss the most, who I have talked to the least, next year, is Steve Shortle.

Today we had to actually use our calc book in class, and he didn't have his. Mr. Sinclair told him to share.

So Steve pushed his desk back until it was between Meg's and Amanda's desks, and put his arms out, and glanced at the two girls suspiciously like he owned their books.

He was Steve the book pimp.

Now, on to quotes. Sarah, Heather, and Becky identified the movie, but I am awarding credit to Janeea and Kim too for the random trivia. My prize for you all is something you probably already know, but I am running out of prize ideas...er...going to do it anyway. The male gargoyles are named Victor and Hugo, after the author of the original story. So there you go.

The next quote is: "Do godmothers, get stretchmarks?" (I will be very proud of you and glad to share my shame with you if you have seen/own this movie like I have.)

And yes, that random comma is supposed to be there.

Today in Calc Mr. Sinclair had a big bandage on his finger.

Maria: what did you do to your finger?
Mr. S: I cut it.
Maria: How?
Mr. S: By doing something stupid.
Maria: What?
Mr. S: Something stupid.
(Pause)
Maria: Did it involve burbon?
Mr. S: No, the burbon came after.

Then in Anthro we discussed how in different cultures it's acceptable for people to show different parts of their body. And Seth pushes up his sleeve and goes "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! My arm!" Which was very funny.

Then at the workshop tonight we each had to say our name and one thing about us we wanted everyone to know. These are the good ones that I remember. Please feel free to augment my memory.

Hannahmylove: I'm Hannah, and I'm not always together.
Paul: I'm Paul, and I'm angry!
Pat: I'm Pat, and I'm a complete moron. David: You took mine!
Dian: I'm Dian, and that's all.
Emalee: I'm Dia...No, I'm Emalee.
David: I'm David, and my phone number is...

Ok, that's all I can recall...Help! I know there were more good ones!

Oh, yes, and I will not be able to move tomorrow... Thank you Shelby.

OK, I have three days worth of funny occurances to enlighten you all with. Aren't you excited?

Ok, so Wednesday in Calc we had this problem where a guy was running 5 feet per second towards a lamppost. Think about that. That's really fast to be running, and Mr. Sinclair goes "He really wants to hug that lamppost." Then we filled out the data match forms, and Mr. Sinclair, who is on a roll this week, goes "OK kids, time to find Will a girlfriend. Corey?" (This is Will Gormley and Corey Jerecki) So then today Mr. Sinclair is talking about the data matches and Will needing a date and Maria goes "Ohhh, can I get one of those?" And she meant a data match form, but Mr. Sinclair goes "A date? Sure. Will, there you go."

Moving on to Anthro. Mr. Peterson was acting out how Homo sapiens and Neanderthals could have interbred. Neanderthals are big hulking beefy stocky ugly really strong humans, and Homo sapiens are us. So he goes:
First Homo sapien: (Looks up over a rock, sees Neanderthal girl) What is that?
Second Homo sapien: I don't know. Sure is ugly though.
First Homo sapien: Wanna fuck her?
But the best part is that four guys in the class agreed that they would do something like that. Men are pigs.

Then today someone asked if their mom could go with us to New York, and Mr. Peterson goes "That depends, is you mom a babe?" And then we proceeded to watch a movie about Germany because that's where they found Neanderthals, and someone goes "Germany. The people who brought you Hitler..."

At lunch some day Kristen had nachos all over her hands and she goes "Do you have a napkin? No? Maybe I'll just wipe it on my pants." When she reached down to do so she discovered she had napkins in her pants pocket and said "I wondered where these went!"

At rehersal Wednesday night Ari goes "My own Vienese dancing waltzing girls, which I giggled at.

Finally, in physics Mr. Welch realized that his drawing on the swimmer in our problem was a gilr and not a guy and so he changed her bathing suit with his pen and going "This is a G rated show!" And today I found out that he used to play trombone in the mariene corps band and there was apparantly much discussion as to what was more dangerous to the enemy; his gun or his trombone.

All done!

So... Mr. Sinclair the other day was trying to impress upon us that it is not possible to take the derivitive of the top of a fraction, and then the derivitive of the bottom , and get a correect answer.

Mr. Sinclair: Don't do that. If I am correcting quizzes and I see that, I go right for the Bourbon. It's never good when Bob goes for the Bourbon. (For those of you confused, this is AP Calculus, and his name is Robert Sinclair)

Mrs. Costello was trying to explain that Coldrige was focused on dreams...

Mrs. Costello: In The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, you're going to be in his dream world...sure it was a drug induced dream world, but still...

Then tonight marching band had to play at the football game. It rained. And we were cold. And wet. And cold. And wet. And did I mention cold? And wet? So afterwards we went to Friendly's, and Jenna tried to get Heidi to hold her purse, which has a big J on the side of it.

Jenna: Here, this is yours. (Hands purse to Heidi)
Heidi: It has a J on it.
Jenna: Yeah, J for Heidi!

Then I tried to order a milkshake, but the waitress foisted a Fribble on me. I was Fribble foisted! Hee hee hee. Everything is funny.