I don't know about you, but I came here to dance

ululate \UL-yuh-layt; YOOL-\, intransitive verb:

To howl, as a dog or a wolf; to wail; as, ululating jackals.

I don't know about you, but I think that's one of the best words ever. Say it to yourself. Yooooo-yuh-late. Ululate, as in, I mentally ululated when I dropped my waffle on the kitchen floor. Hello, gravity, you old shitbastard.

For some reason I find myself annoyed when I get up and get ready to go to class and then discover that it's been cancelled. Usually I discover this by the time I'm already in the city and on campus, but today I was lucky enough to check my email before leaving. So now I have time to have a nice cup of tea and not have to rush out the door to dozingly half-pay attention in class.

Watching a movie in my second class though. I will be out like a light in the back.

Also, my brother just got a Twitter. WHY DO I HAVE THE INESCAPABLE URGE TO UPDATE PEOPLE ON EVERY FUCKING THING I DO? THERE IS SOMETHING ROTTEN IN THE STATE OF DENMARK.

Again also, when did Batman cartoons start ripping off King Arthur? And why did they just drop the Green Arrow off a cliff? And why did Morgan Le Fey turn Merlin to stone? WHY DID BATMAN AND THE GREEN ARROW JUST PULL EXCALIBUR FROM THE STONE? WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?!

Writers are liars and thieves

And to be truthful, we're kind of proud of that. Except for the writers of Heroes. They're just shameless, idea-deprived bastards. Anyway, back to my point, I'm stealing an idea for a post from my honeybuns, Justy Rae.

parry \PAR-ee\, verb, noun:

1. to ward off; turn aside (as a thrust or weapon)
2. the act of warding off

Parry, as in, I REALLY WISH I COULD HAVE PARRIED SLIPPING IN THE FUCKING MUD THIS MORNING. (Not a perfect use, but good enough for government work.) Gods. I hate this; my right leg and left knee are still soaking wet even though it happened about 2 hours ago, and I have to sit through another class with muddy jeans. I must look disgusting.

I'm pretty sure I smell like dirt and grass, too.

I hate the smell of dirt.

And I'm allergic to grass.

Also if another fucking person steps on me, shit will go down and I am not going to clean up that much blood again. Or at all.

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I love Amanda Palmer. If I have to grow up, I want to be her.

Forget To Want

Like I'm going to tell you how I am.
You know you don't really care.
That nicety is hollow and wants something more.
That's how I am.

I've got so much hate roiling inside me
Though you'll never see a drop of it.
If it's just me,
I'm the only one I have to hate.
Forget about me; we'll both be better off.

Forget what you were taught.
Forget what you know.
Forget what you think.
Right now, in the place you’re at,
Thinking’s just going to dig you in deeper.

Stop and breathe.
This was just a nightmare
Tattooed into your mind
Burning on your lips.

Don't complain about the things you couldn't change
Or the things that were never yours to start.
Be good, get better, or give up
Your only choices or to go home.
If you can find that at all.

It doesn't hurt here.
I don't want to be in pain.
I don't want to be miserable.
I don't want you to hate me.

Well, you can't always get what you want.
I need a reason to believe.

You'd Think With An IQ like Mine I'd Be Smarter

Well, shit. I'm sitting at the cafe on campus I usually sit at and little oblivious me just noticed that it started raining. And what am I wearing? Well, currently a t-shirt and vest, but I'm sitting on my leather jacket. You know, one of those ones that have no hood? I also have no tie to do up my hair for when I turn into a fuzzball.

Today's gonna suck, I can tell.

I've Got A Feeling

A bad one. Well, I'm not exactly sure if it's for Bad for certain. For a minute or three I thought that it was that feeling I get when I know I've forgotten something, but then I realised that I don't need a lot of stuff today. So now it's more a sense of foreboding, that something is going to happen today and I probably won't be pleased with it.

Unless the string of Bad Days has finally knocked my brain into or out of whacked and I've gone fully schizo. I'm probably going to be really jumpy and paranoid today, and in the end it'll probably be for nothing at all.

Did somebody die? Is someone sick? Has a plane crashed into something today? The not knowing is killing me.