Finished "The Metamorphosis" last night. It was really cool, and had more psycho-trails and hidden meanings than you could shake a stick at. Caoimhin apparently called last night, but Nazi Sister was commandeering the phone line, and I fell asleep. I didn't figure it out until, at 2 o' clok, post fitful sleep, I star-6-9'd the motherfucker and came up with Arizonian area codes. At least he called, but I have a feeling it was of the appeasement variety. Novabean and Moonhuck skipped school today so Nova could execute Operation Ask Zack to Tolo. I have a rather slippery grasp on the whole concept, but so far I understand that she is videotaping something, strapping his car down with TP, filling it up with balloons, and then hiding inside with the balloons, all the while avoiding a certain suffocating death. Hell, it's more innovative than I ever got. Last year, I gave Alex W. a construction paper card that said "You're going to tolo with me." Very suave. I thought so.
My new lens finally arrived. And I'm ecstatic. 50 mm 1.8 ap with auto focus. I'm going to go have a field day. This weekend, I'm TANGO!-ing with Martecus and I'm anticipating some rather heated swing dancing, if you know what I mean. I admit this in the most sheepish way. We have great sexual chemistry. (Well, he has good sexual chemistry with just about everyone, so I don't feel too special.)
posted by
Anemone Ra at 3:50 PM
We're having a "Valentine's Tolo" that's coming up soon...I want to go. I've been out of the rotation for so long...damn. After going to our little "Pajama Jam" and getting my freak on, well, damn, all I want to do is get on down. Heh heh. And Caoimhin pissed me off pretty bad last night...again, I think it's just me telling me that we (meaning your truly) need to move on. My "cling frantically" instincts are trying desperately to activate themselves, but so far I've reached a state of hysterical apathy. Yes, that's right. It's possible.I have a couple options...(for the dance, that is) but I'm having trouble working myself into a frenzy over them. Apparently the elite eligible at Bluorchid have diminished in numbers...man, during my freshman year, I was like a dirty old man in a lingerie store. Now, I feel like a fisherman stranded in "Bed N Bath." Marty and I are going swing dancing this weekend at the Seattle Center. (We're going to learn the TANGO! from Ed Long. It'll be tight.) I've become obsessed with reading
Franz Kafka...just started the "Metamorphosis." Truly, an interesting piece. The librarian was more irate than usual today...maybe because instead of checking out the "Metamorphosis" like a normal person, I ran off the first twenty seven pages of it, online version. I think math teachers and librarians are the grumpiest and most discontented batch of employees in the nation...I don't think it's a personal shortcoming, persay. I'd say a good 90% of high school kids hate math (makes me antsy) and having to be quiet (not for depleting the Amazonian rainforest tree by precious tree, which I realize is a completely irreverent attitude.) The only math teacher I had who was relaxed was in the seventh grade. He was 27, new, and doubled as the science teacher. But anyhoo. I'm off. Josh is right. This is very addictive.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 7:19 PM
Glad to get this thing up and running. I think maybe I will become horribly addicted to this thing and spend the rest of my life in sweats and duck slippers tapping out missives on the internet. But, since evil Nazi sister is kicking me off in 015 minutes, I suppose my long, whiny, diatribes will be cut short. Adieu, world.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 6:55 PM
