| Fudge... I Could Really go for Fudge Right Now |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|05:37 pm] |
| [ | How do you feel today? |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | current song in the soundtrack of my life |
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"Wiping your butt isn't natural."
I want some fudge. School has become exceedingly boring as of late. Except for Lit./Comp. We're doing this one thing that requires us to describe different aspects of a certain place in certain formats using exaggeration, metaphor, and an a sentence with a colon, semi-colon, and stuff like that. It's supposed to be really complicated and long. I talked to him about describing all the aspects of me, that reside in my head, that reign over every aspect of my life. He said it's ok. So, I'm going to do that.
Kary's a late Nazi. Seriously. It's ridiculous. It makes me feel like I can't go on break anymore. My stomach wasn't feeling well this morning. Neither was my throat. I think I'll write something soon, or whatever. Maybe that will cure my boredom. I'm bringing some plain notebook paper with me in class so if inspiration does, strike, I can be there for it. And sometimes it does. Normally in the form of thought though, so I end up writing down what I'm thinking. I'll probably write something on the holidays, and how screwed up they've become. I mean, in its own way, Channukah has been commercialized. It's not that big of a Jewish holiday (my sources include my best friend who's Jewish, so you can't tell me otherwise). Yes people think of it as one of the biggest holidays of the year. So yeah. I'm not sure about Ramadan or Kwanzaa though. I don't really know a whole lot about either of those holidays.
Whenever I say "cest la'vie" (however it's spelled) I always think of that Irish girl band called B*Witched. No joke. They had a song called "cest la'vie" and it was their only hit. I remember those days watching those terrible Disney concerts for teeny boppers. I remember enjoying them too. I've obviously changed a lot! |
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