Last night, Michelle and I started an emo band. Our name is 'Sliding Towards Sir.' To compensate for the lack of numbers in our band name, in emo fashion, we are having names that are numbers. I am 6. Michelle is 5. Brendan is 8. It signifies the fact that the Man gives us all numbers, and doesn't know us for who we truly are, man. We practiced our emo looks for a while.

That led to a different question. Some people swore that EVERYBODY knows the answer. Others said that 1% of the American Population does. And I'm out to find the truth!

Please answer BOTH questions on the poll, so that I can make sure that, if you think you know the answer that you actually do.



There's no shame in admitting you know the answer.

Current Mood: hungry

I am creating an exquisite corpse in my journal.

It isn't as gross as you think, and I need your help.

An exquisite corpse is a kooky Oulipo invention. I think. Well, anyway. The way it usually works is that you write a line of a poem and enjamb it, so that one word is on the next 'line'. Then, you fold the paper over the line, leaving the last word sticking out. Then, you pass it on to the next person. That person has to use your last word as the first word of their line. They do the same, putting one word on the next line and folding the paper over most of the line. Here's an example I did with my family over... some summer, sometime. It's color-coded, ooh.

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So, now I have to *somehow* translate this into the electronic world. So here's what we'll do.

Post a comment to this entry with the first part of your 'line,' with the word you're replying to bolded. Then, comment to that comment with your 'word'. Then, delete your FIRST comment. The 'word' will be left, and I will have the whole lines e-mailed to me. Do NOT reply to comments, reply to the POST.

*IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ON HOW TO DO THIS (comment, delete your own comments), ASK BEFORE YOU DO IT.*

Since this is going to be CRAZY, I'm adding a couple more restrictions.

1. If you see a person's full line before they delete it, let somebody else use their word
2. Let at least 3 other people write a line after your line before you write another line.
3. In the event two people use the same word (post close to the same time): a. If nobody has replied to either word, the first word will be taken & the second will be deleted. b. If somebody has kept the chain going, the second word will be taken & the first word will be deleted.

I'm starting this off in the comments section, because after that, I can't really participate. Good luck, and let's hope this works.

Current Mood: excited

I'm out of my fucking mind.

I just signed up for NaNoWriMo.

Current Mood: distressed

I am SO. HUNGRY.

I smell bad, too.

I hate people who, in the library, don't know enough to shut the fuck up. CHRIST. IT'S THE LIBRARY. People are such goddamned morons. argh. I think this is why I don't want to do any sort of social thing when I grow up. Writing is a sort of thing like that, but I have just enough doubts about that to be skeptical. But then, I have decades before I actually grow up, so I suppose it's silly of me to worry about that now.

Oh wait.

I have a huge craving for an egg & cheese. DUNKIN DONUTS! I'm such a tool for advertising. That commercial for sprint with the rat gets me every time. It makes me irrationally happy, and I have no idea why. It's about a rat, for chrissakes. Oh, well.

Going to see Angelica Torn tonight! ...I think.

Current Mood: hungry

GUESS WHO I JUST GOT A CALL FROM?!

Richard Malone, with the Richmond County Orchestra. You might remember him from this post. I'm a mixture of thoroughly amused and very upset. Halfway through the phone call, he started saying stuff about how he's ACTually the personell manager for TWO orchestras, so he's SORry for the misunderSTANding. Self-important prig. The best part is, he was asking me to play for a concert on the 25th.

RRRRRRAWRRRRRGH!

Current Mood: pissed off

procrastinating more!

Now I'm procrastinating on the packing thing. But really, it won't take me all that long to pack, since this time, I have almost nothing in the kitchen that's mine except for the Brita and condiments. And that pie. Yum. Pie.

blah.

So today will be a lazy, lazy day, filled mostly with TV and packing, or TV and procrastination, as the case may be. I need to do some webby stuff before the semester ends, but other than that, whee. Emily's hanging out with me in the library, as much as hanging out in the library is one of the geekiest phrases I've said in a while. Oh, well.

Current Mood: crampy!!

So today's been the day from hell.

I started it off at a little before 8. I set my alarm for later than that, but I got up slightly early. I went & finished my shakespeare final paper, which tipped the scales at an even 10 pages, and then went to print. The paper came out with nothing on it. Hmm. That's strange, I thought. I cleaned the heads, and then pressed print again. Light Blue, which faded to white. Oh. And of course my computer has no internet or a drive. Of course.

So from around 9:45-11:07, I was copying out my shakespeare paper by hand. I finished it at exactly 11:07. I know this, because I have to leave for class at 11:07. I ran through the house in enough time to get a bandanna to put on my disgustingly greasy hair and then out the door, with a little bit of frantic running in place and hand waving.

Thanks to GOD that Dr. Cady was permissive enough to let me hand it in in longhand. If I had to type the damn thing over again... argh.

So after I hand my paper in, I get to start the 2-hour long exam. About a half hour in, I start my period. GREAT. And we're not allowed to leave the room until we're finished, despite the fact that this test is open-note, open-book. I wrote as fast as I could (which was agony on my poor overworked fingers) so that I could use one of those crappy vending machine pads, because apparently I took my nice ones out of my bag.

After that, I grabbed some cranberry juice & pizza combos from the vending machine, which is all I've had to eat all day, and then I headed to the library, to do my two music papers. By that time, it was around 1. I was blase for a little while, reading livejournal... but then it occurred to me that my music final was at 2:30, not 4 like my final yesterday... and I had better get moving!

The bright spot of my day was when *someone* taught me how to get free printing without a card in the SJU network. I am not allowed to divulge who.

After the music final, which was just an insult to my intelligence, I had to come back here and start my metaphysics paper. SO BOO.

I'm going home now. It's time for the simpsons.

Thanks to my darling muncle, my account is paid again, so you can send me sympathy text messages. And you'd fucking better.

Current Mood: stressed

holy. fuckin. shit.

Current Mood: stressed

I hate papers.

Procrastinaaaaatiooooooooon.

I'm going to go soon, to get some food, and then come back for more paper fun, YAY!

It looks like I'm definitely going to get this done, but whatever. I need to pee! and I also need to take my cipro, BOO. I hate my cipro. I only have 2 days of invincibility left, and that makes me sad.

Current Mood: working

Cinco de Mayo!

And the last day of classes, thank you JESUS.

Of course, this means I have a disgusting amount of work to do and like 2 days to do it in. Boo. I hate school. Why can't I just be too stupid to know the difference? Jesus. The amount of times I've asked this in the past year...

I think I would lead a pleasant existance as brainless white trash. I would eat a lot of pie and name my kids after characters on soap operas.

In other news, it appears that that SKANK erica roed is validictorian. At least, that's the rumor going around. I fucking hate all these people who go to my school. Especially our Student Government president who's going to SJU Law... and tells people at bars she goes to Columbia. Fuck all of them.

I'm procrastinating!

Current Mood: working