Maybe he would even like that label.
He is also like the male flower-child of Ayn Rand even though he came first.
Ayn Rand = "selfishness is the best thing in the world along with money and pure capitalism and my lover <3John Gault<3. If your body is angular and reminds me of architecture AND you agree with me then we will move to my capitalist utopia hidden away in bermuda-triangle-like-mountains and smoke dollar sign imprinted $cigarettes$ together before we save the world"
Emerson = "SELFishness is the best thing in the world along with channeling/reconnecting with the spiritual blob at the center of everything (=MotherEarth/God/DivineSpirit/DivineSoulofallMankindandNature). As long as you aren't poor/charitable lets be BFFs, take nature walks together and contemplate our awesome-ness"
Blind squirrels are the same only scarier because they seem to be staring at everything. All at once. I am torn between pity (aww, you poor furry little disabled mammal maybe i can adopt you!) and morbid fear/fascination (holy cow your eyes are even whiter than your long yellow teeth). They are both....cute....AND like something from a horror movie; Snow White's animal friends in the woods gone wrong.
I have been referring to the blind squirrel(s) as "they", like plural, but now I realize that I've never actually seen more than one at once. "They" could be all the the SAME squirrel. Which is probably worse because "it" hangs out around all my class buildings.
One comforting thing I learned the other day was that squirrels can't contract rabies. Who knew. Another redeeming thing for squirrels is that they have fur on their tails, unlike rats.
oh, and there are 10-20ish boxes packed inside each of those boxes surrounded by loads of static-y peanuts.
i go through the list to make sure everything is sent. BZA-2625BC???? Quantity of 1??? YES it's HERE I CAN CHECK IT OFF YESSSSSSSSS
coffee, snacks and massages all day? no wonder she comes back.
i would get a little carrying purse, so it would be like paris hilton with tinkerbelle, except a hippo. just kidding i would never subject poor little monifa/moneefa/mow-knee-fah(best)to that.
because dogs can't walk, obviously
omgzzz or we could like, have matching outfits.
...and it really annoys me. what, so the fact you've been pregnant makes you a reliable expert on dental hygiene??? ok awesome.
"Ready to move in?"
"We use our real names here at Pemberley"..."Using our real names fosters our sense of community"
"Applying for citizenship please"
ok i appreciate the whole desire for properness/manners/etiquette and i realize that the people on this site don't take themselves completely seriously (i hope) but look, it's not the 18th century and Jane Austen is dead.
And we might make it to morning light
The sun is bright and bold and brave
My car is a stone that gently waves
no grooveshark for this song:(
again i think tom helped me with this...
I'm gonna live with a dinosaur
I think I'll faint when I hear its roar
I wonder if it eats macaroni and cheese
But I hope it doesn't eat elbows and knees
I'm gonna live with dinosaurs
I'm pretty sure I'll have some sores
Broken arms and a broken nose
Large teethmarks and bloody toes
I wonder if I'll get a Tyrannosaurus
Iguanodon or a Brontosauras
I gotta think of a Dino name
I wonder if he's wild, I wonder if he's tame
Watson, Georrgie, Harry Mary
Different Dino names will vary
Hairy, skinny, plump or fat I'm
gonna get a dinosaur now what
do you think of that!
i was obsessed with cats. no really. i was subscribed to Cat Fancy no lie.
Swift and silently she creeps
gliding through the rippling grass
Her eyes like glowing embers and
her fur as smooth as glass
her muscles tense and coiled tight
like a thick and coiled spring
her claws sheathed but quivering ready
not knowing what her hunt will bring
There once was a small, fierce young Wog
who lived by a swampy old bog
he would eat anything
that his mother would bring
but his favorite was green roasted frog
i just realized that all this poetry deals with violence in some way. i swear i had a happy childhood!!
here is a cheeseball peaceful poem for Ms. ___'s 6th grade english class...shoot I forget her name but she was one of my favorite teachers. She was incredibly cynical and sarcastic and I'm pretty sure she hated children. She had a gravelly voice, yellow-white hair and a smokers cough but I really liked her. The only reason she liked me is because I never talked. Anyways, this poem is happy and even has bunnies in it. Probably just reflecting my state of mind in the class.
A garden sloped with moss and green
A gurgling spring, a breeze serene
Pebbles pink, smooth and round
Rippled hills where rabbits bound
--also, i have no idea what the point of this mossy rippled hill garden place is. nothing happens besides rabbits.
i didn't write this poem but it used to be one of my favorites:
The ruby-throated hummingbird
is harldy bigger than this WORD!!
Pieces: elementary poetry I
They leap through the fields
Rainbows flying in the wind
S's poem is almost as good:
Ooh, Draw Me!
Hey Unicorn pass me a horn then maybe __ will draw me and then Val will fall deeper in love with his fairy tale creeps The End
it's cool because it combines St Vincent/Disney/Greek mythology/unicorns/flying horses all at once
i want a baby pegasus :(
--daylight savings, worst invention ever (spring version, fall version can stay). NO i don't care if everyone ends up sleeping during the day.
--i am SICK
--it is RAINING
GROSS. i'm moving, bye.
"komm gib mir deine haa-ahh-ah-nd"
i don't even know if that ending is right. did i learn any german grammar in the 5 years that i took it? nope!
also, did i:
1) participate in the food fights in that class
2) sell drugs in the class
3) buy drugs in the class
4) take drugs in the class
5) wear goth clothing and listen to rammstein in that class
nope to all of the above
--woke up at 4:45 Sat morning to drive friend to train station; it was weirdly very fun
--BRIDESMAID dress shopping all day Sat and found beautiful dresses and even more awesome shoes
--woken up on Sunday morning by mother with coffee and breakfast in bed...maybe I will live at home now
--learned that father's desire to join local geological club is heartfelt and sincere...so enthusiastic that i first thought it was facetious satire of this rock club. um. isn't. so i learned some about geological time periods and worm holes in rock on the skyline drive.
--could not sleep until 4 am last night. ate noodles, cereal, bananas, nutella, and microwaved veggie patties. yum. and watched....all of the hangover. on a 1 inch ipod screen.
--today is very nice and sunny.
stepping out, sunscreen-slathered and somewhat
numbed by the dull hotel chill and its thin
disinfectant smell after tap tapping out
from the quiet elevator
bell onto drained teal and flesh
colored squares of tile past
windex plastic carts dripping
sticky with sodden mops and
a desperation present also
in the buffet grits, gelled, and the dried starfish
elaborately framed on the wall----------------
struck then, by the air, salt-starched
and sharp in the sun, red through eye
lids in lemon juice light cut in-
to slivers on the skin of the sea,
glittering and shaking, breaking
in splinters and flecks but heavy
still on the sand-scrubbed
asphalt that burns my feet
i uh don't know why the beach comes across as so morbid and painful. because i really do want to go there.
i really do hate the cheapo hotels. because they still cost lots of money.
the OLD PEOPLE is the best part
AH those were my GRANDPARENTS...
one part of many beautiful parts
what have youuuuu learned from the class?
A few highlights from the 10ish pages:
"To put it broadly, the LRS techniques we have learned in this class have allowed me to better understand the vague, pictorial and emotional in relationship to the factual and analytical. I am better able to use the technical to identify both when and how emotion is manipulated"
i honestly believe that sentence makes sense within its context. oh wait...NOT.
"Since taking the class, not only do I have vague images floating around my brain, but mixed within are loud phrases like “PROPER CHARACTER PLACEMENT” and “WHERE IS THE VERB FULCRUM??”. Remembering these terms and their concepts helps ground my writing and figure out what exactly within it doesn’t feel right"
i don't understand this girl
we wore our seatbelts though
that's a great face right there