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(Title is reference to Macbeth, I took the general line and changed it)
These last to days have been quite eventful.
YESTERDAY: Boring until english class. We did our Macbeth reports, which were GOOD. Then Crazy Chester (aka Brett Myers, aka the Shadow that Lurks over All) read his poem. About "ghoulies and ghosties," (aka the devil) set to "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." A sample of the most hilarious stanzas I remember:
"When what to my closed eyes should appear-
nothing-they were closed."
(next stanza is after Satan has come down the chimney)
"He picked up his hooves and walked into the kitechen,
opened the cabinets and called the food ...female-doggin'."
THE. BEST. POEM. EVER.
So after that, I went down to the band room, where Alicia taught me a game. Take a title (we did mostly movies, but we also hit musicals and TV) and replace one word with mullet. Examples: Finding Mullet. Dude, where's my Mullet? Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Mullet.
It was awesome. Then we changed it to adding "in my bed" after the title instead of mullet. It then got progressively worse, but it was still funny.
Then before practice, Edgar hulked out and threw the band truck at Sheski. OK, I lied. Danny kicked a door open into Sheski's face, and now he's got a nice scar. It was an interesting scene; several screams among other things. Anyvas.
Then it was midnight and I was doing my homework and I did my second miraculouly proportioned picture without even trying. It must be some autism (not the word--what is it Liz!?) of tiredness that artists have, or that tortured artist thing. Because I've gotten less than 5 hours of sleep a night. But the picture of Mercat (aka my character, me) turned out SWEET. I'll post it here, or possibly I might get an account on Elwood. Whelp then. I want to play nookball.
TODAY: So, all day I've ben suffering from one of my almost-migraines (light sensitive), and resulted in me stealing Liz's rose-tinted pink rhinestoned flashy glasses, and wearing them all of 3rd period and lunch. They really helped! But now my headache is back, so I'm leaving. Bye!
=^n.n^=
Wait--in Little Shop of Horrors, we replaced "Horrors" wth "Mullets."
...wait, aren't they the same? =^n.n^=
These last to days have been quite eventful.
YESTERDAY: Boring until english class. We did our Macbeth reports, which were GOOD. Then Crazy Chester (aka Brett Myers, aka the Shadow that Lurks over All) read his poem. About "ghoulies and ghosties," (aka the devil) set to "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." A sample of the most hilarious stanzas I remember:
"When what to my closed eyes should appear-
nothing-they were closed."
(next stanza is after Satan has come down the chimney)
"He picked up his hooves and walked into the kitechen,
opened the cabinets and called the food ...female-doggin'."
THE. BEST. POEM. EVER.
So after that, I went down to the band room, where Alicia taught me a game. Take a title (we did mostly movies, but we also hit musicals and TV) and replace one word with mullet. Examples: Finding Mullet. Dude, where's my Mullet? Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Mullet.
It was awesome. Then we changed it to adding "in my bed" after the title instead of mullet. It then got progressively worse, but it was still funny.
Then before practice, Edgar hulked out and threw the band truck at Sheski. OK, I lied. Danny kicked a door open into Sheski's face, and now he's got a nice scar. It was an interesting scene; several screams among other things. Anyvas.
Then it was midnight and I was doing my homework and I did my second miraculouly proportioned picture without even trying. It must be some autism (not the word--what is it Liz!?) of tiredness that artists have, or that tortured artist thing. Because I've gotten less than 5 hours of sleep a night. But the picture of Mercat (aka my character, me) turned out SWEET. I'll post it here, or possibly I might get an account on Elwood. Whelp then. I want to play nookball.
TODAY: So, all day I've ben suffering from one of my almost-migraines (light sensitive), and resulted in me stealing Liz's rose-tinted pink rhinestoned flashy glasses, and wearing them all of 3rd period and lunch. They really helped! But now my headache is back, so I'm leaving. Bye!
=^n.n^=
Wait--in Little Shop of Horrors, we replaced "Horrors" wth "Mullets."
...wait, aren't they the same? =^n.n^=
