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Poll #1189585 The Insert Regional Equivalent of High School [hereafter referred to as HS] Poll

Did you love HS?

Yes, it was the best time of my life.
0(0.0%)
It was mostly awesome, with stretches of meh or ick.
6(54.5%)
Meh with a meh-cherry on top.
2(18.2%)
No. It was horrible. Horrible.
2(18.2%)
Darling, I had several HSs and thereby warrant the ticky boxes.
0(0.0%)

Do you remember it as well as you'd like?

Yes, I remember the important things with clarity.
5(45.5%)
No, I wish I could remember more.
2(18.2%)
I remember it too much.
3(27.3%)
I don't want to remember and I don't. Yay selective amnesia!
1(9.1%)

What do you remember most?

The kiss.
0(0.0%)
The bullies.
0(0.0%)
A particular professor.
0(0.0%)
A funny anecdote that I shall now proceed to relate to you at length.
0(0.0%)
The library.
0(0.0%)
The school trips.
0(0.0%)
Feuerbach and/or Emily Dickinson
0(0.0%)
Otherness.
1(9.1%)

Were there cliques?

Yes, I was in one. Maybe we pretended it wasn't a clique, but in retrospect, oh dear, we had tattoos.
2(18.2%)
There were, but I was a flittery butterfly who multicliqued and marauded them all equally.
2(18.2%)
I was outside cliques in a lonely kind of way.
4(36.4%)
There weren't cliques. I don't think there ARE cliques outside of television.
3(27.3%)

My HS friends and I...

all live in a big house together. There are also bunnies.
0(0.0%)
stay in touch. Thank god for the internet.
1(10.0%)
meet regularly and exchange experiances. Or saliva, as the case may be.
0(0.0%)
have drifted. Sniff.
0(0.0%)
have drifted, but that's okay.
2(20.0%)
squeal jarringly if we meet on the street, or do the manly shoulder-knocking thing if that's the way we roll.
0(0.0%)
avoid each other.
0(0.0%)
were really different people.
0(0.0%)
thought we'd stay friends forever. The more fools we.
0(0.0%)
No, you got this all wrong. All I had is foils and minions and I have better foils and minions now.
0(0.0%)

Didja cry at school during your HS years?

Yes, because of grades and stuff.
1(10.0%)
Yes, because of heart-trodding idiots and spats.
0(0.0%)
Yes, because teachers/students drove me to it.
0(0.0%)
Only at home or in closets. Bathrooms don't count.
0(0.0%)
Nein. Bah.
0(0.0%)
Only at the end.
0(0.0%)
I don't remember? I guess not. Erk?
2(20.0%)

How much, on a scale of "Good riddance" to "A heart-aching LOT" do you miss it?

Mean: 3.80 Median: 3 Std. Dev 1.78
1
1(10.0%)
2
1(10.0%)
3
4(40.0%)
4
0(0.0%)
5
2(20.0%)
6
1(10.0%)
7
1(10.0%)
8
0(0.0%)
9
0(0.0%)
10
0(0.0%)
I'm writing a graduation speech. And a "now we are done and we're clever as clever" blurb for a newspaper. And yes, I am that important, but honestly, it's killing me, because my rhetorics suck and so does my ability to write normal saccharine generalities.

But anyway, you lot are largely done and done with High School. Could you tell me how much of my "It was lovely and we'll all miss it, and it's time to get on with life but we'll ALWAYS REMEMBER" is true? Did you love it? Do you miss it? Did you get on with life [can you even stop going on with life?]? Do you remember?

Poll for y'all, and I hope this works.

My Wisdom Tooth

is making me grouchy, overly philosophical and avertly opposant to html-ing.

Your wisdom for the day is:
The complexity of one's hairdo is in even proportions with the square of the number of days since it was washed.

And finally, as if you needed documented proof:

Athena

You are a wise one, my dear! Athena is the Greek Goddess of wisdom, disciplined war, philosophy and knowledge. She is a selective Goddess, as she only inhabits those of your high intelligence and keenness to learn great things. You’re usually not seen without a book in your hand or your eyes glued to the internet (which is, after all, the great information highway!). This should not suggest that you don’t enjoy people, as your cleverness and sharp wit are usually in full force when in a social situation, to everyone’s delight.

http://www.quiztron.com/tests/goddess_lurks_in_sou_quiz_22388.htm

Oh, Quiztron, I bet you say that to all the girls.

Although it didn't to shelled_avenger  I nicked it whofrom.

My Rosencrabbe and Guildengoyle

Also among what I wanted to post:

- Why Elsha's Theo outawesomes Hamlet
- Why Sansa and Ophelia are both shockingly similar and shockingly different
- How highschool is ending and I am cool about it
- How I wanna have Horatio all night long
- What I got when I pwned my Republic English Competition
- Catbirthdayprompt whatwhat?

Instead, you get a meme. Prompt me, kindly, with anything you think I may have read or seen or possibly heard. (Ie. books, movies, comics, books, books, songs, poems and so forth.) Please do prompt me, I feel like doing such things now. Least I start at LOTR and work my way downwards.

Nicked from shelled_avenger :
1. The character most likely to fall in love with the wrong person
2. The character whom I'm embarrassed to admit I adore
3. The character that would send me screaming in the opposite direction IRL despite being fascinating in fiction.
4. The character with the most annoying personality quirks
5. The character I most admire and why
6. The character with the worst temper
7. The character most likely to fail at everything
8. The pairings I prefer in canon
9. The pairings I prefer in fanon
10. The character with the most personal growth in canon

Oh dear god.

http://www.for-children.com/evolution03.html

I don't THINK it's AF day fun.

Happy AF day, btw, I wanted to post in its honour, but have a biology presentation but this sorta sideflabbesgasted me.

Anyway, carry on.
For ehnel. Warning: blasphemy and ungraphic bookporn.

They say it's a matter of chemistry

they say it's a matter of temperature

but the one thing that'll always make you melt

is loopy lappy literature.

 

Some books are called Sonya and have wicked breasts

Some books are large-lipped lads named Tom

Some say that book Benjamin's booty is best

Ol' Bible is the minty condom.

 

Shake it tear it alphabetise

Your bookmarks drive me outta my mind

Paragraphs colons metaphors inside

Luscious Lewd Lapbook Bar: divine.

Feb. 29th, 2008

I had to be beautiful today cause we were getting photographed for the schoolleaving yearbookthingie. I love being beautiful. I have princessy cascading locks, elegant fine makeup, a golden-black shirt and a swanlike neck. I even have a theme song that keeps playing in my head. Guess what it is.


... That's right! It's "Break on Through" by the Doors.

Day fornicates with night,
Night impregnates the day,
Try to run! Try to hide!
Break on through to the other side!

I'm not sure if those are the exact lyrics, but the meaning is authentic anyway. So. I am most seriously in love with my own yet unmade photos, am as conceited as a horny flamingo at the carnival. And yet my theme song implies drug abuse, alien invasion and pessimistic minor deities. What does this say about me?

Feb. 21st, 2008

... So people are actually burning flags. And beating up Russian reporters. And stealing Nike shoes and perfumes. Dead body everyone hopes isn't American cause we'd prefer warlessness.

Are you fucking joking?

Feb. 14th, 2008

Happy V Day!

So I made a f-list-cut and an MSN contacts cut. I'm sorry! A large mass of people makes me uncomfortable and not honest. Also, I'm being overswamped with work and amn't quite up to keeping up with eleventybillion posts a day. Most of my entries will continue being public, and I hope nobody will take this the wrong way... It's not you, it's me, okay?

The unfortunate timing was just additional cruelty on my part. Thank you anyway, dears, it's been lovely knowing you all - if it hadn't been, I'd have deflisted you ages ago. I'm just doing a kind of onmoving and functional purging thing. Like Umbridge with a whip.

*swishgiggleswish*

Serbian presidental elections today!

The question is... are we feeling lucky?

It'll be close and brutal and ruthless and might end very. very badly. Tune in tonight for fair-feathered political commentary!

*goes vote*
All work and no play makes Chilla a psychotic bitch who is seriously contemplating burning the poet along with the books because HE HAS ELEVEN LEVELS OF META AND THEY BOGGLE MY BRAIN AND THERE'S NO ANCHOR ANYWHERE. It's like. When he says blue, you have to associate to the seventh-level association ring in a hypermetatextual context of AWARENESS OF ASSOCIATION so that it would make any sense at all which it ultimately won't because POETS ARE LIARS, MY DEAR.

Sometimes, I can cope with not everything having to make sense. SOMETIMES IT DRIVES ME OFF THE FUCKING WALL AND I HOW COULD I BE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO VOLUNTARILY ACCEPT HAVING TO DO THIS.

And all of my fucking highschool education is depending on me writing this. For a passing mark. An A, preferably, cause I cannae break tradition. But. It's like. TS Elliot in doubledrag with every second word written backwards.

AND IT'S NOT EVEN IN GODDAMN ENGLISH SO I COULD SHOW YOU AND I TRIED TRANSLATING BUT THEN MY BRAIN WENT DOWN AND KICKED ME IN THE LIVER FOR BEING AN OPTIMIST TOOL.