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A Physicist's Guide to Smoked Gouda

 

2000-01-12 17:13:27

im remembering some of the things i had wanted to write about before my extreme exhaustion. it was a joke our new jazz band director quipped. one of ouor bari sax players was having trouble tongueing (spell?) some sixteenth notes. as the bari sax player complained, our director shot back . . . you havent had a girlfriend in a while have you? ::pre recorded laugh track::

ever see those fuzzies that float all over the place? sometimes you try to catch them, sometimes you even accidentally eat them . . .i know youve had some experience with them. this morning in the cafeteria rich turned around and nearly ingested one, but took a closer look. lo! it was a spider dangling all the way from the heights of the cafteria ceiling. we lingered to watch it even as the bell rung ordering us to homeroom.

in english class i heard something i never thought id hear, not even in my wildest dreams. i think he was trying to say something like lacrimonius, but two of us heard him say necromonius. now this word itself is not so foreign to me, but i never imagined id hear it from the mouth of the dear babe who uttered it. of course he didnt know what it meant. i gather that only about 6 people in our nice catholic school know what it possibly means. ::muahahahahahaha:: i have so much fun being so dearly evil.

i wanted to write about the spider this morning in homeroom but i was thwarted from using the computer. besides, i would be really pathetic if i started regularly writing two entries here per day.