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I'm bored, and have very, very little to talk about.
Statement 1: Muscly Guy Exibit at the Science Center
I feel like I'm never going to go. Me and my friend were going to go and see it last weekend, but I got deathly [Yes, Rain, Deathly] sick, and missed most of that week of school. Then, this weekend my mom wouldn't let us go because my dad decided he wanted to go.
I don't see why my dad would even want to go, because my friend is scared of him! It's just so confusing, so we re-planned for next weekend and I'm not letting anybody plan over next weekend, ever, ever again.
Statement 2: Gallary
The gallary had its best night last night, and it was pretty fun. There was some weird-o there, that everyone was ignoring. Lol. He was cool, though, 'cause he brought Boscow a toy, cheesecake, and pizza. So I guess that makes him un-weird o. I just got home, and P.t. flipped out at me and tried to tear my eyes out, so I know she hasn't forgotten who I am.
Statement 3: Money Spending-But Not Shopping
Me and my mom managed to go to only two stores, and spend LOADS of money. Lol. We went to some weird shop that Joan and Ollie call 'The Purple Shop' and bought a whole bunch of bumper stickers.
Here's a list of what they said:
'Who Would Jesus Bomb?'
'God Bless All Nations'
'Do Not Meddle In The Affairs of Dragons... for You are Crunch and Good with Ketchup'
And at the store we went to before that, a weird indian store. We bought a weird pair of sterling silver earings in the shape of wolves. mrgreen
Statement 4: Project
My project's due tomorrow, and I've barely started. I don't know what to do with it, I have something to present but it's one page of information. And that's all that I could find! Terrible huh? I dunno if I plan to just fail, or what, but whatever I do I suppose I'll have to figure it out tonight.
If Heather were here she would help, but god knows where she is. I know what she usually says, anyway, which is 'add random information that doesn't make the project messy' and 'double, no triple space'. Lol. She's not helpful in that department, but whatever, help is help.
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Well, this might have to be a short post, because I have a life, all of a sudden, and I have random weird things to do. SO, I plan to leave you with lyrics! YAY!
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Artist: The Faint
Album: Danse Macabre
Song: Let The Poisen Spill From Your Throat
Some people get bit from the inside,
When they talk it's cold and sour.
And no, there's nothing they can do now.
They've had their way too many times.
If you glare to get what you want,
It'll become your look.
If there's dirt you've got on someone
You let it loose without a thought.
Just let the poison spill.
Spurt from your throat.
Hiss like steam.
'Cause the pressure's unreal.
I'm not saying that it's not.
You're causing a scene. (Hey, hey)
You're wearing out that note,
You scream until it's gone,
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone.
No government check can reverse it.
You'd need a royal eclipse of the tongue.
Or is the pain that you endure now
Something you need? Well, you know how to get it now.
There's no climbing up that list.
You just move down it one by one.
You hate this and love that. It shows
You're insecure, but that's no excuse.
Just tell them they lie.
You tell them the truth.
The things you won't take
Are coming in groups.
The people abused the trust you had.
And now you don't want it back.
Just let the poison spill.
Spurt from your throat.
Hiss like steam.
'Cause the pressure's unreal.
I'm not saying that it's not.
You're causing a scene. (Hey, hey)
You're wearing out that note,
You scream until it's gone,
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone.
Tell me what you think about the:
-Lyrics
-Colorization
-New Statement Numbering
-And Anything Else
Because I plan on doing all of my journal posts like this, whatcha think?
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Sun Dec 10, 2006 @ 09:46pm · 0 Comments |
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