Did you love HS?
Do you remember it as well as you'd like?
What do you remember most?
Were there cliques?
My HS friends and I...
Didja cry at school during your HS years?
How much, on a scale of "Good riddance" to "A heart-aching LOT" do you miss it?
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.
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:
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.
Oh, Quiztron, I bet you say that to all the girls.
Although it didn't to shelled_avenger I nicked it whofrom.
- 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
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.
... 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?
Are you fucking joking?
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.
It'll be close and brutal and ruthless and might end very. very badly. Tune in tonight for fair-feathered political commentary!
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.