the dark cow of mystery
"if colors could kill"
"I'm a barbie girl in a barbie world, life in plastic, it's fantastic!"--aqua(the homegrown version is much better)
LAst Night was the full moon. It was Halloween. I went to the flogging molly and bouncing souls concert instead of trick or treating. Annika made us late(she smelled like chlorine), but i don't mind because the band that we almost missed was madcap. I'd never heard of them before, but from what i heard, i would have been more impressed by the sound of a clogged toilet. Then came one man army. Didn't really like them. Their songs sounded like bad beginnings and endings spliced haphazardly together. Their lyrics seemed lacking, but i couldn't make most of them out between their onstage conversation. Floging molly had the best set that night. Whoa, what i said about Goldfinger before is true for this band. Dude, so what if their piss drunk? They had it all. First of all, any band that has an accordian gets a plus in my book. Then they had their music tight, lyrics were as clear as is possible for a bunch of drunks, and they had both effective and concise stage talk. Whoa! I wanna be a roadie fer' them! I wasn't too impressed with Bouncing Souls, but that could have something to do with the fact that they all tried to make a joke by putting makeup on and saying that they were the dead carcasses of the bouncing souls. They just tried to had. They were far from funny. Good songs, though, up until i lost may hearing and started to hear bells. I did something realt dumb yesterday, too. I drew on a desk with a pencil. It was a disembodied head that had bad porportions that had a cartoon bubble coming from it that said,"Here's looking at you kid!".
Wetli(english) had a coronary about it this morning (which is funny because i did yesterday and it took her that long to notice (but apparently she thought that i came back after class to do it, which is total bunk(I wouldn't step foot into that room any more than i have if my life depended on it)/).
Anyhow, she called Mr. Long. Mr Long stopped me in the halls and said "walk with me". I dutifully followed him to wetli's room. She was on the phone, so he had me sit down and asked me why i did it. I said because i was bored. The real reason is that i'm fucking frustated from that class. Her constant attack on my ideas leaves me with both idol hands and an idol mind.
She teaches like a dog. Puppies suckle on dogs, then are given dry kibble, and on average become impotent and powerless. A wolf's pups only suckle for a brief time and quickly move up to hunting and snatching their own steak, and, although in a constant struggle for superiority, can still breed. I don't want to suckle. I want to hunt. I don't want to know what she thinks of Melville, i want to know what i think(though i will soon know on my own).
continuing, he then said "that's not an answer" and then we waited uneasily for ten minutes me sitting, him standing over me, like an unflinching gargoyle, whilst wetli continued chatting on the phone(some might say shooting the breeze, but it was clear that it wasn't a work related call). Again she wastes my time. Mr Long said that he had to go and told me to wait for her to get off the phone. It took her half an hour to get of of the damn phone. She hung up when the bell rang. She then said that it wasn't a juniorly thing to do and that defacing her property was wrong. She doesn't know how her striking my every thought or idea does the same to my soul. I didn't say anything. She said she wanted me to come back at three with supplies(she didn't seem to realise that it was a simple task which a small, stubby eraser would have fixed) to clean it up. I stopped by between periods, and no joke, in one quick stroke, i had the entire doodle destroyed. Funny how things can be destroyed in so quick an action.
"I'm being mean to andrew. Sorry. I apoligize."--entries from 20_08_2001 true then, true now. stooping is not a good habit to get into.
Thursday, November 1, 2001 Rock 'em and Sock 'em!
Halloween. Everybody likes halloween. For some, everyday is halloween. For other's it's never halloween , just another heathen practice directly against god. Either way, everyone has fun today. Does that make sense? I don't think so, oh well... I'm going to a concert tonight. Booyah grandma!!!!
Wednesday, October 31, 2001
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