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I'm pretty much expecting to die tomorrow. or sometime soon. Either that, or I'm going to kill said people who are currently spending time in my punishing box.
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Quote of the Day:
"Darling, I'm truly unhappy to tell you this but through an unfortunate and entirely unforseeable series of circumstances that had nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press ganged into Davy Jones's crew."
--Captain Jack Sparrow, from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
- Location:watching my little friends writhe in their boxes
- Mood:
murderous - Music:"Feed The Birds (Tuppence A Bag)" is in my head
So I tried thinking about a certain person in a box during a most painful part of watching Quiz Bowl today, except I always kept thinking about something funnier (like Sarah and Bridget with their George W. Bush masks). But hopefully it'll sustain me during English tomorrow, especially if there happens to be another INCIDENT (and I'm not talking about electromagnetism leaks here).
I was mad today because we had to miss B block for the Twin Day judging and Quiz Bowl prelims, and B block is my lunch so I basically had no lunch. Which made me mad because I wanted to buy something from the ice cream machine except it was second period so I probably wouldn't have anyway. But I have lunch tomorrow fourth period, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to think more "boxy thoughts" unless Jamie, Megan, and I go sit with Shannon and Margaret again, and then I will be able to avoid having to force myself to imagine someone in a box to save my sanity.
I really like other people's misery sometimes. Like there's this girl in my Humanities class, and for some inexplicable reason she annoys the crap out of me, and last night I had a dream that she was caught smoking pot in school. And when I woke up, I thought, "Wow that was an awesome dream."
Oh, and today Shaylagh and I were being extremely immature with Clarisse's dog lover magnetic poetry because some of the words were "bitch," "poop," "butt," and "pee." You can imagine the kinds of sentences were were creating.
Quote of the Day:
"Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce to it."
--Scar, from The Lion King
- Location:thinking about boxes, and a bit about George Bush masks
- Mood:
predatory
Ha ha, I'm getting the funniest mental images right now that are causing me to laugh out loud. I'm so twisted.
My life is messed up sometimes.
Quote of the Day:
"If you came to apologize, I forgive you for hitting me with your crutch."
--"Henry," from an episode of Lost
- Location:imagining a certain person in a box
- Mood:
devious/somewhat violated
