Ludi was pretty awesome, as was hanging out/working with Siobhan, Adam, and Mel at the Halloween party thing. This explains the lateness of this update. I am currently listening to My Chemical Romance's "Black Parade" which FINALLY came and I must say it's pretty good. A good mix of highs, lows, sweetness and sarcasm, I think.
Title Source: "Mama" by My Chemical Romance. This'll play on rotation for a while.
“Cool. Now I’m a piano.”
“Life is too short… so kiss slowly, laugh uncontrollably, love truly, forgive quickly, and never regret anything that once made you smile.”
Mr. Evans: “Because sex with goats… is always wrong.”
“And today I completely forgot that we actually got our math binders back after the midterm so I was like...wait, how did Mr. Quattrin get this into my locker...what sort of sorcery is this? And your dad does know sorcery, I’m pretty sure. I bet he could make 2+2= chair.”
“Look! Your existence! It’s right there!”
“I could never cut it as an emo kid. No pun intended.”
“I thin Adam’s drunk. He just called me hott.”
“That’s mean.”
“You’re mean!”
“I know!”
“Scott is a dance master.”
“Yes! Very yes!”
“Fall Out Boy? You mean, Fall Out Suck.”
“If you fail, you have to make a sex noise.”
“Which is funny because that’s how it works in real life.”
“Caesar was the Freddie Mercury of his day.”
“Look, Mama! Dead people!”
“They’re like Native Americans. Only white.”
“Because Jesus space-travelled all the time.”
“Red in dunce lettering.” Yay dyslexia.
“What did the Romans use instead of toilet paper?”
“Figs!”
“That kid was weird. He was singing to himself and eating grass.”
“Special cheese!”
“Where is my ring, you gigolo jackbutt?”
“If this is Ben Hur, where’s the guy getting run over?”
“We lost tug of war because those eighth graders weigh like 150 pounds and America’s obese.”
28 October 2006
20 October 2006
"How nice- to feel nothing, but still take all the credit for being alive."
Title Source: Slaughterhouse Five
“I like green lightening! I like green lightening, Sam I Am!”
“Do you think green lightening is, like, God having an orgasm?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
“I think I have expressed this before. But if there is a mathematical equation for awesome, the domain= quotations and range=you.”
“Don’t go all Spider-Man on me, that movie was not that great.”
“Well its off to the land of sheep and fluffy clouds...oh who am I kidding? My sleep world is a confusing array of strange metaphors strung together by the cruelness of the fates. Anyway I bid u good feeding, O Vampiress Ceri.”
“So God is like being on acid?”
“Definitely.”
“Can I buy a vowel?”
“R.”
“That’s not a vowel.”
“Yes it is! Don’t you lie to me!”
“The definition of Jimi Hendrix is a shiny, decomposing object.”
“Fun: booze of unknown origin.”
“Make me feel less creeped out.”
“How so?”
“This guy in his twenties just stopped me by my house and kept asking for my number.”
“Kill him.”
“Sumner’s the Queen of France. Spread the news.” [And he is.]
“I am a fuck you.”
“I speak little donkey!”
“Emo Mike is a state of mind.”
“We’re sober. That’s funny.”
“Why is my knee itchy?”
“Because you kicked me and I SENT MY PLAGUE UPON YOU!”
“Life makes me pout.”
“You’re such a dork, and don’ talk about my butt, it’s weird.”
“Any hair is the same hair when you’re with Ceri.” [Yeah, I still don’t get it.]
“Annie rapping is always in style.”
“Drugs and sushi!”
“Your burrito had diarrhoea all over your pants.”
“Bowling isn’t fun with you, Magneto!”
“If he’s the one, who’s the two?”
“I like green lightening! I like green lightening, Sam I Am!”
“Do you think green lightening is, like, God having an orgasm?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
“I think I have expressed this before. But if there is a mathematical equation for awesome, the domain= quotations and range=you.”
“Don’t go all Spider-Man on me, that movie was not that great.”
“Well its off to the land of sheep and fluffy clouds...oh who am I kidding? My sleep world is a confusing array of strange metaphors strung together by the cruelness of the fates. Anyway I bid u good feeding, O Vampiress Ceri.”
“So God is like being on acid?”
“Definitely.”
“Can I buy a vowel?”
“R.”
“That’s not a vowel.”
“Yes it is! Don’t you lie to me!”
“The definition of Jimi Hendrix is a shiny, decomposing object.”
“Fun: booze of unknown origin.”
“Make me feel less creeped out.”
“How so?”
“This guy in his twenties just stopped me by my house and kept asking for my number.”
“Kill him.”
“Sumner’s the Queen of France. Spread the news.” [And he is.]
“I am a fuck you.”
“I speak little donkey!”
“Emo Mike is a state of mind.”
“We’re sober. That’s funny.”
“Why is my knee itchy?”
“Because you kicked me and I SENT MY PLAGUE UPON YOU!”
“Life makes me pout.”
“You’re such a dork, and don’ talk about my butt, it’s weird.”
“Any hair is the same hair when you’re with Ceri.” [Yeah, I still don’t get it.]
“Annie rapping is always in style.”
“Drugs and sushi!”
“Your burrito had diarrhoea all over your pants.”
“Bowling isn’t fun with you, Magneto!”
“If he’s the one, who’s the two?”
16 October 2006
13 October 2006
Take me to where the white boys dance.
Happy Friday the 13th, loves. This one’s dedicated to Annie Radsliff, because she’s just a cool, cool kid. And because I promised her a dedication. So here you are, sweetheart. Just for you. There is no such thing as bad luck, so Ryan’s boxers are rendered useless.
And guess who got the last Lemony Snicket for absolutely free. Yeah, I’m a nerd, deal with it.
Title Source: “Where The White Boys Dance” by The Killers. The theme song of practically every guy I know, especially in the Ace Gang.
“Wait. Is she implying that I’m fucking Scott?”
[whimper] “Am I in the Ace Gang?”
“That is not a bald answer. I want a bald answer!”
“Y’know, I meant to ask earlier and just remembered. Why Detroit?”
“The eternal question.”
“Funny thing is, those were Scott’s glasses and I kept losing track of where we were in the skit because my vision was all fuzzy around the edges.”
“Pat… it’s time for you to die!!!”
“Yes… because he can legally buy cigarettes and porn.”
“That within itself is a party.”
“Methinks I should relocate to my room before passing out.”
“And thus continuing the story Bungalow Bill.”
“Okay, be a spazmonkey. More entertaining for me.”
“I just realized because someone mentioned it, but for the longest time I have completely forgotten about the existence of Belgium.”
“I could not write anymore.”
“Hey hey hey! Let’s not make any drastic choices that we may regret. Because Annie may punch someone.” [cough]
“Or eat their brain out with a spoon.”
“PERFUME ADS ARE NOT EQUIVALENT TO DRUGS!”
“Don’t worry. We can team up on someone else. Like… Matt. Matt deserves to be Oreo’d.”
“Suck peoples’ souls out through their coffins.” [Swear it wasn’t me.]
“This ceiling is made of cardboard and peanut butter.”
“Boys should be like tomigatchi's: if they suck, you can reset them.”
“Or leave them in a drawer until they shut the hell up.”
“Good idea, lure people with ponies. Well, mimes aren’t really people.”
“Mirrors should die. Hard.”
“You dad is the shit. End of story.”
“My face, in general, is AMAZING.”
“Sh! North Dakota doesn’t exist.”
“Curiously strong!”
“I’m not that curious.”
“I do not enjoy my butt to be wet. It is not pleasurable.”
“What colour would you like, sir?”
“Dirty black with holes.”
“Ah yes, Math Super 5000. I almost got into that class.”
“You put your faith in Jesus, but not physics?”
“Yes, Jesus will save me from physics.”
“Quote this, quote lady!” So I did.
“Dude, feel how cold I am. I think I’m dead.”
“On a different and light note… Ian keeps skewering and frying my rollie pollies of doom.”
“Eh, insects aren’t animals.”
“You are right scientifically, but morally? Insects are people too you know.”
“As shown last night, Bev cannot tell what an ear is.”
“Christian music equals no.”
And guess who got the last Lemony Snicket for absolutely free. Yeah, I’m a nerd, deal with it.
Title Source: “Where The White Boys Dance” by The Killers. The theme song of practically every guy I know, especially in the Ace Gang.
“Wait. Is she implying that I’m fucking Scott?”
[whimper] “Am I in the Ace Gang?”
“That is not a bald answer. I want a bald answer!”
“Y’know, I meant to ask earlier and just remembered. Why Detroit?”
“The eternal question.”
“Funny thing is, those were Scott’s glasses and I kept losing track of where we were in the skit because my vision was all fuzzy around the edges.”
“Pat… it’s time for you to die!!!”
“Yes… because he can legally buy cigarettes and porn.”
“That within itself is a party.”
“Methinks I should relocate to my room before passing out.”
“And thus continuing the story Bungalow Bill.”
“Okay, be a spazmonkey. More entertaining for me.”
“I just realized because someone mentioned it, but for the longest time I have completely forgotten about the existence of Belgium.”
“I could not write anymore.”
“Hey hey hey! Let’s not make any drastic choices that we may regret. Because Annie may punch someone.” [cough]
“Or eat their brain out with a spoon.”
“PERFUME ADS ARE NOT EQUIVALENT TO DRUGS!”
“Don’t worry. We can team up on someone else. Like… Matt. Matt deserves to be Oreo’d.”
“Suck peoples’ souls out through their coffins.” [Swear it wasn’t me.]
“This ceiling is made of cardboard and peanut butter.”
“Boys should be like tomigatchi's: if they suck, you can reset them.”
“Or leave them in a drawer until they shut the hell up.”
“Good idea, lure people with ponies. Well, mimes aren’t really people.”
“Mirrors should die. Hard.”
“You dad is the shit. End of story.”
“My face, in general, is AMAZING.”
“Sh! North Dakota doesn’t exist.”
“Curiously strong!”
“I’m not that curious.”
“I do not enjoy my butt to be wet. It is not pleasurable.”
“What colour would you like, sir?”
“Dirty black with holes.”
“Ah yes, Math Super 5000. I almost got into that class.”
“You put your faith in Jesus, but not physics?”
“Yes, Jesus will save me from physics.”
“Quote this, quote lady!” So I did.
“Dude, feel how cold I am. I think I’m dead.”
“On a different and light note… Ian keeps skewering and frying my rollie pollies of doom.”
“Eh, insects aren’t animals.”
“You are right scientifically, but morally? Insects are people too you know.”
“As shown last night, Bev cannot tell what an ear is.”
“Christian music equals no.”
06 October 2006
...From Detroit!
Happy Friday, everybody. Tonight's SIL, and if you're going, you either are in it, know someone in it, or have nothing better to do with yourself. In any case, I hope you laugh.
Oh, and a pretty good band: www.myspace.com/firstamendment1a/ Tommy's friend's band. 'Sall good.
*Edit* 11:46 and I'm still awake. Stupid show adrenaline high. It doesn't help that we're a bunch of savs who sit around in Mel's being... a bunch of savs. A lot of funny things were said, and I wish I could remember some of them.
It's good to know the lobster claw story. And the story behind Maggie Mae. Good stuff.
Title Source: “Maggie Mae” by Yesterday’s News. FINALLY, guys. Love it, love you.
“There's nothing funnier than your mom and her friend yelling about Peter Frampton being old and having no hair.”
“Do you have Fireworks?”
“With me?”
“No, the application.”
“What the fuck and who’s your mother? Where are my favorite trousers? Mis pantalones? My jeans??”
“Psh, I’m not you.”
“Yeah you are. You live inside me. So does Jack and Doug. Ian threw up, so I kicked him out.”
“I’m not surprised. I’d projectile vomit if I were inside you.”
“Thats was harsh.”
“Your lack of grammar was harsh.”
“I don’t understand why you guys all freak out when gross things are talked about.”
“I don’t freak out. Most of the time I laugh. Stupid dudeness.”
“So there are two themes I see here: emo and AFI. Oh, and some crap about bandanas and potassium. I dunno what that’s about.”
“Blame everyone else. That seems to be the ‘in’ thing right now.”
“Guard the breach! Man the walls! DEFEND THE THESIS!”
“I think we should get Andre to come.”
“Why?”
“Audience.”
“I could have had a more interesting conversation with a brick wall.”
“I probably have had a more interesting conversation with a brick wall.”
“If you could choke on stupid, she would have asphyxiated a while back.”
“So how are you?”
“You didn’t get the hint with the shotgun?”
“What? Why are you jingling? Who gave you permission to jingle?”
“…Wow… Thanks! … From Detroit!”
“So, what? It’s racist porn?”
“No retreat babies!”
“What happened to my napkin?”
“I ate it.”
“Have you ever had one of those days where everything is sticky?”
“What did the Romans use pruning hooks for? To de-bowel their enemies with?”
“Idiocology: the study of idiots.”
“Doug, stop being on crack.”
“That’s like trying to stop a duck from being on your wife.”
“Annie and I are a menage a trois.”
“God’s a skitzo!”
“Did Matt just ask Annie why her pants were off? Or why weren’t her pants off?”
"This car is like Amistad."
"Oh, and while we're here, I don't think we've formerly met."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Justin. Good to have you sitting on me."
"Portable mustard!"
"My two brothers and I can be a whole clan."
"...Only if you're gay..."
Oh, and a pretty good band: www.myspace.com/firstamendment1a/ Tommy's friend's band. 'Sall good.
*Edit* 11:46 and I'm still awake. Stupid show adrenaline high. It doesn't help that we're a bunch of savs who sit around in Mel's being... a bunch of savs. A lot of funny things were said, and I wish I could remember some of them.
It's good to know the lobster claw story. And the story behind Maggie Mae. Good stuff.
Title Source: “Maggie Mae” by Yesterday’s News. FINALLY, guys. Love it, love you.
“There's nothing funnier than your mom and her friend yelling about Peter Frampton being old and having no hair.”
“Do you have Fireworks?”
“With me?”
“No, the application.”
“What the fuck and who’s your mother? Where are my favorite trousers? Mis pantalones? My jeans??”
“Psh, I’m not you.”
“Yeah you are. You live inside me. So does Jack and Doug. Ian threw up, so I kicked him out.”
“I’m not surprised. I’d projectile vomit if I were inside you.”
“Thats was harsh.”
“Your lack of grammar was harsh.”
“I don’t understand why you guys all freak out when gross things are talked about.”
“I don’t freak out. Most of the time I laugh. Stupid dudeness.”
“So there are two themes I see here: emo and AFI. Oh, and some crap about bandanas and potassium. I dunno what that’s about.”
“Blame everyone else. That seems to be the ‘in’ thing right now.”
“Guard the breach! Man the walls! DEFEND THE THESIS!”
“I think we should get Andre to come.”
“Why?”
“Audience.”
“I could have had a more interesting conversation with a brick wall.”
“I probably have had a more interesting conversation with a brick wall.”
“If you could choke on stupid, she would have asphyxiated a while back.”
“So how are you?”
“You didn’t get the hint with the shotgun?”
“What? Why are you jingling? Who gave you permission to jingle?”
“…Wow… Thanks! … From Detroit!”
“So, what? It’s racist porn?”
“No retreat babies!”
“What happened to my napkin?”
“I ate it.”
“Have you ever had one of those days where everything is sticky?”
“What did the Romans use pruning hooks for? To de-bowel their enemies with?”
“Idiocology: the study of idiots.”
“Doug, stop being on crack.”
“That’s like trying to stop a duck from being on your wife.”
“Annie and I are a menage a trois.”
“God’s a skitzo!”
“Did Matt just ask Annie why her pants were off? Or why weren’t her pants off?”
"This car is like Amistad."
"Oh, and while we're here, I don't think we've formerly met."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Justin. Good to have you sitting on me."
"Portable mustard!"
"My two brothers and I can be a whole clan."
"...Only if you're gay..."
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