Saturday, September 18, 2004

Asian Kung Fu Generation > (everything - The Pillows)

Well, seeing as almost no one every one seems to know my name is ***** Charlotte-Drusilla, I can sit happily. Or stand, even, if I'm feeling more athletic than usual. : ) Just out of curiosity, how many of you guys have read Shogun? I, of course, am always dying for some one to talk about it with, and since certain unnamed parties show know signs of reading said masterpiece, I look to...well, other people. Seeing as lyrics are sort of "in" right now, I will give you a lyric, and see who can tell me where it's from and (here's the fun part) what the time-signiature of the song is. ^_~ Midnight--not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? Should be pretty obvious, but hey. Whatever, right? I probably wont make name-the-lyric posts a pattern, let alone a tradition, but I felt like it today. Is that so wrong? T_T I have spent a large portion of the past two days trying to figure out whether Greece is seven hours behind or ahead, time-difference-wise. It turns out that, while it is 2:13 in TO, it's 8:13 where the most recent addition to my MSN list lives. I wonder if she's wondering who the hell I am. Screw that--I wonder if her computers fixed yet...? Not that any of you would know, but once again, hey. *** Episode thirteen of Samurai Champloo was very, very good, though I am really, really starting to notice the fact that SC is following the same pattern as Bebop. It's to be expected, and is by no means bad thing, but it can make things a touch predictable, I guess. Good thing I've only seen half of Bebop, then. (Don't worry: I plan on stealing it from a certain some one soon. : D) Not much to discuss right now, I guess, which usually means I fly off on some dull-as-dirt tangent. Heh. I started re-writing The Long Story, as one or two of you know. It has Sarah and Sammie-chan's approval, which means I am allowed to go through with the new version. So yeah. That's all, really. Edit: Hey, hey, does anybody know where to find the lyrics to Kimi no Machi Made? Val, I am looking directly at you. xD

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Friday, September 17, 2004

Foolish young Torrent. Don't you see that if you never connect to your peers, you wont make any friends?

Gave my friend his birthday present today, which required alot of dashing about and chucking things at people, minus the chucking. I did, however, have to shove it in his face and yell, "HERE'S YOUR STUPID PRESENT!!! LOOK AT PEOPLE WHEN THEY SCREAM AT YOU, YOU MORON," before dashing off to the van. He responded with, "Well, are you just gonna leave? Just gonna leave, eh? Bye..." Simply out of curiosity, I will once again ask how many of you guys know my real name. Bio knows it, and Sammie-chan knows it. I do believe Sarah knows it. But what about the rest of you lot? Eh? Eh?! Anyway, the temperature finally settled down to a nice, tame 15 or so, which meant it was just cool enough for me to wear my Trogdor sweater without sweating to death. I was still a bit warm, mind you, but it was okay. Anything for the sake of wearing a Trogdor sweater. : O (Except for dying of heat exhaustion. I wouldn't be able to look at it or feel its fuzzy lining any more if I died. T_T) Scored a record-breaking 2/22 on a simple math sheet today. I think my math teacher must think I'm retarded, even though she made me set up her stupid, fucking, out of date computers that don't even have compatible mice! BAH. I'm still waiting for my English teacher to assign us the task of writing short stories, even though I've been sitting on top of a writer's block for the past while. I can't think of anything to write, really, and whatever comes out doesn't seem as good as it could be. Reading back on things I've written is also pretty dissapointing, because nothing seems to go anywhere. I'm thinking of re-starting my "long" story (not all that long, really...xD), but I don't know what kind of mood to shoot for. I think the last one's writing style fluctuated far to much to be considered anywhere near reasonable. We'll just have to see what my fingers decide to type out, I guess. I think I am going to try and aim for a more Hitchhiker's Guide-esque attitude, because it makes introducing the absurd so much simpler. : / It's hard to write a serious story about ninjas in the context I like to think of them. Heh. >_> The Torrent has succeeded in connecting to its peers by this time, btw. I am so proud. T_T Just waiting for the Little Busters; oh yeah... It occurs to me that no one asked me for advice when I told them to. You people are so dissobedient. >:^O Or maybe you just don't want to be insulted or something weird like that. O_o Freaks. That brings me to something that I have been pondering for the past week or two. I've had several people, all of whom I am on good terms with and consider my friends, tell me I am a very critical, blatant person. Is this so? If it is, I guess I'll say I like to think it's my job to tell people when they start to obviously SUCK. Some one has to do it, after all. Why not me? It's not like every one doesn't have annoying traits that make people want to strangle them, after all. u.u I drew a picture of Sammie-chan eating brains, straight from the severed head (with chopsticks!), yesterday. I really ought to give my skeboo to my friend to scan. I just know Shin's dying to see that picture of him, after all. : D Some one just called and immediately hung up. Bastard. I ought to *69 them and set their dog on fire. Or at least their house. Either one... Can you say AWESOME three times fast? How about backwards? Thought you could. You're looking at the cover of a Shogun DVD, after all. It tends to awe. I know what I want for Christmas. Unless I can get my dad to buy it earlier than then, because he loves the series, too. >_> Note: SHOGUN: Read Or Die

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Thursday, September 16, 2004

Inertia is a property of matter.

Well, it's my friend's birthday tomorrow, and I think I will draw him a picture of Ping and slip it under the layer of black tissue paper that I will use to wrap volume 1 of Get Backers with. I was going to buy him a new copy, but I am totally broke, so mine will have to do. Have you ever noticed that, when you learn to type at a fast speed, you end up typing words you didn't intend to because your muscles are used to working a certain pattern? It's why I kept typing "stupid" instead of "study" yesterday, while talking to Hong-Hing last night. I didn't hit enter after doing so, because I noticed once I'd finished the word, but it was irritating because it slowed my typing speed down considerably. Speaking of last night, I love LOTR. The books are amazing (I've read them at least five times.), and the movies are spectacular. Everything about the franchise just makes me ever so happy. Despite this, I couldn't help wanting to tell Aragorn and co. to STFU and sit down for once while my dad was watching ROTK at 1:00am with the sub turned way up while I was trying to sleep. The other night, he watched the godfather, which is rather less full of huge battle-scenes, but the screaming and gunfire still kept me up. Whatever. At least when he's watching movies, he doesn't tell me to go to bed as soon as the clock hits 10:00pm, so it's all good. Besides, I wasn't all that sleepy anyway. Seeing as my strings teacher was away today (and will be tomorrow, as well), we had a sub for said class, accompanied by theory sheets. Now, I'm all for knowing your quarter rests from your half notes but if they handed us easier work, I think our brains would probably revert back to JK mode and our hard-drives memories would lose all data since our respective fifth birthdays.=_=" At least finishing quickly made time for finishing my geography assignment and for talking about the difference between Chinese and Canadian culture with the girl who sits next to me. We talk about that sort of thing quite often, as she immigrated only two years ago and likes talking about where she came from. She wants to learn Spanish. To be dragged even further off alleged topic, I wonder what it would be like to live anywhere but a place like, well here. Japan? So crowded, yet so monocultural. Every one looks the same. And the sexism is unbelievable. The roles women are supposed to fill in even modern Japanese culture are so mundane and...well, old-fashioned. I wouldn't want to grow up there. Europe? I don't know about Europe. Apparently, it is very rich in culture. French teachers and relatives from abroad love to go on about how their homeland is so full of pride and history, and act as though living in Canada means you are an entirely flat, boring, identity-less individual. Canada has a culture. The only thing is it's less obvious than a signiature style of bread-baking. The States? People like to think Canada and America are exactly the same; they're nothing alike, really. Each country's philosophy is entirely different from the other's. It's easy to see when you flip on the TV and see a news anchor from CNN giving the daily report on terrorism. Wouldn't want to live there, especially since it's obvious that Bush is going to be re-elected. I like it here, I guess. I would like to live in Japan for a few years, as most of you should know by now, but I like the thought that, when (don't want to use "if"; it's too non-commital) I do, I'll have somewhere to come back to where I'll fit in. Heard two people talking on the subway the other day. There was an American lady sitting with a Canadian man, and she kept trying to come up with a reason as to why her country was so much better than ours? "You never take action! What do you people have to be proud of? It's like people here are so self-centered and clueless, they don't care about terrorism or all the wars going on in the world." What a stupid thing to say. I mean, really. Doesn't she realize that by criticizing a country for not innitiating wars and avoiding them where possible is like trying to make an insult out of "You're a gentle, reasonable person." Don't know where this post was meant to go, but I've been thinking about this sort of thing lately. I love this country, and this city especially, with its Arabic bench-adds and Chinese malls. I like the fact that you can go wherever you want on the subway without switching lines seventeen times. I like the fact that our election campaigns are based on Health- and child-care issues. I like the fact that people hold doors for you and that we're daring enough to socialize as many services as possible. And I like the fact that when I go outside in May, it's still nice and chilly out. I love that hair-do. o_o I must copy it, somehow. Just to find some gel... It occurs to me that the lady on the cover of my Japanese-English dictionary does not have ears. : O Oh my...poor kid.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

My goal in life is nothing other than to become famous for my intellect and say it was because I spent my time writing stories and drawing pictures when I was supposed to be doing my math homework.

*shakes fist at binder* Fuck you, math class! You hear me?!? FUCK YOU!!! With that said, I would like to bring to light the sheer stupidity of some of the people I know. Click here. It amazes me that he never picked up on the whole thing even after being forced to watch many episodes of anime, and having read many a girly manga volume. Well, that's the gifted mind at work, I guess. As was my classmate (known for his brilliance in all regards)'s reaction to finding himself looking at a light post from a few feet away. He did not submit to its great looming force, nor did he stop and declare it his enemy and run to fetch a chainsaw (the electricity thing would have made that a silly idea^_~), but took the noble approach. He confronted it. With his face. Our first English assignment is painfully generic, but I guess that's okay. It's an English assignment, after all. That means I have a chance of scoring a decent grade, which really is something special when you're me. I had a cheese danish for lunch today. I had to borrow money from Sammie-chan to purchase it. In other news regarding lunch, Justin, Jeffrey, and Willy found a coconut lying in the grass next to the grocery-retailer's parking lot. It was shrink-wrapped and everything. According to Malcolm, their first instinct was, "USE IT TO KILL WILLY!" This resulted in us seeing nothing other than Justin ramming a coconut into said individual's spine as we approached. Willy then took the coconut from Justin and hurled it at the pavement. Three times. Until it broke. They ate the coconut. Jeffrey and I had enough sense not to. Eating food other people find lying on the ground then chuck at the road never really struck me as brilliant. But hey. Sammie-chan dyed her skin via the use of Black Cherry Cola/Juice (can't remember which). I know it's rather early for this, but I cannot wait until Anime North.^.^ We win. Again. Edit: I am another person in the vein of Shin's pimp. Wow. That sounds somehow almost shudder-worthy. xD

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Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Ninjas > you.

Here's a quick 429-word theme I wrote a couple of days ago. I finished editing it today, and felt like sticking it up here. So there. Claudia did not live in a small apartment over a musty, back-alley store she rented for a price she could almost pull together for this month, and she did not sell imported CDs. Claudia lived in a nicely-sized apartment over an incredibly clean and well-lit back-alley store she owned herself and could have paid for thrice over if she had bothered to get a second job, and sold something entirely unlike imported CDs. She did not sell tombstones, either: she sold the need for them. Claudia sold assassinations. Finding the shop that Claudia owned was incredibly difficult. Indeed, it still is—it just doesn’t belong to Claudia any more. One would have to know of all sorts of routes through alleyways and streets to old or narrow, or both, for cars to move along. One would also have to know which manholes to clamber down to reach the area of the city she operated from, and which ones contained alligators and things far less homely. And if you did succeed in locating her store, you would be very lucky to work in an appointment because Claudia did not work weekends and because she always needed all the information on all of her jobs and all of their friends and families and workplaces and that took time, and was ultimately very expensive. For you. Most people would only be able to pull together the cost of one or two assassinations every ten years or so, what with needing food, board, and high-speed internet, so it was rare for any one who wasn’t very rich to come by Claudia’s shop at all. But that didn’t mean she only accepted jobs from the rich. In fact, the more money you had to pay her with, the less likely Claudia was to accept your assignment. Rich people rarely had good enough reasons for doing away with people, most of them [the reasons] being silly and entirely meaningless. If you were a relatively poor person and had bothered to save up to pay her, it was only logical that whomever you were out to get her to get had done something particularly nasty to you, yours, society, or all three at once or separately. Claudia, though she killed for high pay, was a relatively moral person, after all. She would have pursued another career if it weren’t for her lack of options. She was without anything further than a high-school education, and the idea hit-and-run-and-collect was so engrained into her lifestyle that the transfer to, say, selling imported CDs would have been quite harsh. A bit of background on this piece: One day in English class, my friend and I were composing a poem about a ninja named Yoshiyuki. We decided we needed to include his defeat by a kunoichi we couldn't think of a name for. So, I turned around and asked my other friend for a girl's name. He said Claudia. I've never done an illustration of her, so she's a purely written-up character. Maychance I will draw a quick sketch of her and get my friend to scan it. The only problem is that I have no idea what she looks like.^^" Along that vein, I (as I told him I would) re-did my illustration of Shin, who says he wants to see more pictures of Azure. xD I think this one is far superior to the first one, in both style and neatness. So yes: I shall request it of my friend to scan it for me within the next week or so. It's been a while since I've submitted any artwork, and my skills have upped themselves considerably over the past few months, making my currently-uploaded fanart a bit of an embarrassment.^^"" Now those are what I'd reffer to as awesome ninjas. ^_~ I really, really oughta get to work with-- Okay. Guess what I'm gonna say. Homework? Saving the Universe? Do you honestly think I'd bother with such trivial things in the place of the true subject of this statement? Moh... --those Link costumes.

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Monday, September 13, 2004

My group of friends IRL is comprised entirely of Chinese guys and white girls.

Just because I thought you'd want to know. DnD ownz you all, for the record. Imagine not knowing what a DM was...! How un-nerdy of you all, indeed. Dude, Bio's a mod now. That makes me laugh and...laugh at the same time. xD Good job, Bio. We're proud. Know what I hate? Question and Answer advice collumns in newspapers. Why do I hate them? Because the man or woman who replies to them (usually a woman) is always old-fashioned, pretencious, made-up like a whore, judging by the photo of them provided at the head of their collumn, and considers themselves trendy and "insightful". One man wrote something along the lines of, "Dear Ms *something*, my fiance gets jealous and threatens to leave me whenever I talk to girls online, even if she knows them in real life." Her reply? Dear, sir, it is obvious what you should do. Stop talking to girls online! Duh! Obviously, every female on the internet is a webcam girl or other form of e-slut and your fiance has every right to leave you for assosiating with other females. You're an ass. Only ditzier. Honestly, how out-of-touch can one be with reality? *continues to spout Dnd factoids* Anyway, I have an idea: tell me about your angst-ridden problems of life and I will give you my valuable advice. It should shed light on some very important points of view you may be missing if you're anything like our friend Mr *something*. *** Yum! Yum! ORANGE is an incredibly awesome-tastic CD that is contributing to my increasing level of insanity as I type. Ph34r.^_~ I love MegaTokyo. Largo is an awesome dude who I love to bits, but not as much as Neji. Neji!!!!! *hugs Neji* Neji, I love you!!!! *goes off and plays Mosh Mosh Revolution* Zombies and Robots ownz you, bitch. Just incase you weren't sure. Edit: It occurs to me that I broke 1500 visits some time yesterday evening. Sw33t.

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Sunday, September 12, 2004

Hack naked.

Just a quick update today, as I only have a few minutes to type this. I've been doing a lot of shopping over the past two days. I've managed to get myself utterly broke, but that's okay because I fail to forget what I get out of being broke: manga. Lots of it. And "Gai Jin" by James Clavell. And a PHB, but I mentioned that before. I also got a Trogdor sweater and a David & Goliath shirt that says "this sucks!" on it, but my mom paid for those.^.^ In the way of manga, last night I picked up volume four of Naruto, along with both MegaTokyo books. I love both titles ever so much. (Truth be told, I was going to buy volume two of Naruto, but then I realized that four had Neji in it. Ahh, my wonderful Neji...*huggles Neji keychain*) The best part is I got all three of these books for a total of thirty-two Canadian dollars. I officially love the Hairy T. It is the single most awesome place on Earth, and I take great pride in knowing that if it weren't for me, we never would have found it. (Why is it that when people know something is on the second floor, they look for big, flashy signs. Second floor stores rarely have big, flashy signs. They do, however, sometimes have FUCKIN' BIG MURALS OF SPIDERS right by their doors. Honestly...you'd think it would be hard to miss.) For those of you who are unfamilliar with the Hairy T, imagine a small room with a wall dividing it into two main sections. Line the walls of one of the sections with manga, from floor to ceiling, and cover the floor with boxes of even more manga. Now, stick a large table/counter in the middle and fill it up with DVDs and cheap-as-dirt VHS tapes. Make sure the table leaves about two feet of walking space between itself and the walls. Now, imagine that there is a sign on the table saying that since they cannot fit all their DVDs in it, one should ask for titles one cannot find. Cover the other half of the store in Western Comics, Gravitation box-sets, DnD books, dice, Planet ES t-shirts, Action figures, miniatures, various degrees of Munchkin, and lots of other wonderful geeky things, and throw in a counter covered in dice. Some of them FUZZY. They had a FUZZY D-8. And a rather weighty d-20, that, apparently, was only to be sold to DMs. That's why a certain Sammie-chan ended up yelling, "Katie! Come buy us stuff!" xD It was very funny at the time. I still don't understand, Samm, how you left that store without buying ANYTHING, not even the Gravi box-set. We could have had a marathon. T_T We then moved on to various stores selling a great deal of .hack and YuYu Hakusho plushies for just under twenty dollars, and a very cool sci-fi/fantasy bookstore where a lady complimented me on my stylin' Space Invaders t-shirt.^.^ I didn't buy anything anywhere but at the Hairy T. I think I've become loyal or something (though I did spend over $60 at the Silver Snail earlier today...). I had dumplings and sticky-rice in peanut sauce for lunch. Yum-tastic. My chopsticks didn't match, though, which kind of sucked, because they were different shapes, colours, weights, and sizes, which made using them rather awkward. (I have m4d ch0p571ck 5k1llz, btw, so don't get the wrong idea. It was just weird for the first minute or so.) My, my: this is turning into a moderate-sized to lengthy-sized post. I don't have much more to talk about now, except for the fact that shopping with my mom can get very frustrating, what with her pulling me past Borderline and all the other cool stores. Gr. At least I got to go into the Silver Snail. Wish my sister hadn't been there; she whined the whole damn time. =_=" I wish I had Kenshin plushies. : (

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Thursday, September 9, 2004

X__X

As you may or may not have guessed from the listed "subject" of this post, I have been making futile attempts to download SMILE from Public MM. It was going nicely enough until my mother kicked me off the computer last night and closed all my download windows.><" At least Phantom Memory Kurau ep 3 finished before she took over... I just finished downloading Nostalgia as a sort of make-up, but I'm still rather irritated at SMILE's lack of seeds. *mble grmble* My French teacher assigned a project, complete with full, memorized presentation and background music today. We're supposed to compile un sac personnel and write a speech about it, including introduction and closing, with perfect grammar and diverse vocabulary. And make it somehow "interactive". By tomorrow. Dah... Home Sweet Home is an unbelievably irritating, yet addictive, song. My cousin has warned me that I may kill the movie by killing the theme, but whatever. It's not like I don't do this with every song. And you haven't killed a movie until you've watched it 25 times. At least. I remember doing that with both Gremlin movies, The Lion King, and several other films. xD Good times. Today, I found out that Kratos was Lloyd's father. I don't even play ToS and I know half the plot already, thanks to certain unnamed parties. *cough*SammandIvan*cough* *** In geography class today, after a brief discussion about Talking to Americans, the teacher decided it would be fun for us to draw our own maps of Canada,and maybe even the States if we wanted to. If my scanner worked, all you kanuk's would have a mild hoot. In mine and my group's maps, not only did we make BC incredibly skinny, forget the location most of the Maritimes, and draw PEI far too large, but moved on to label the Pacific ocean in the wrong spot. They should have listened to me. The only question is: Why the fuck did I listen to them? Oh yeah, and that big chunk of land just south of the border is now known as "Texas". And Iowa is an island. As is the USSR. ^_~ Apparently, Ivan has nuked Texas, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia, and renamed Newfoundland "Ivanland". I wonder if he'll let me use it as a second base of operations. Hmmm... There's only one thirty-student grade nine strings class this year, and I am in it. We played Equlipses, a very cool song which reminds me of the Riders of Rohan. *** Watched some of the NHL last night. My dad was convinced we were going to lose after neither side had scored a point during the first, but then we turned on the TV and the score was four/nothing. Then, a few minutes later, it was five/nothing. Cool. Hee.

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Wednesday, September 8, 2004

The game is done; I've won! I've won!

You know that boiling anger that builds up within your gut when your math teacher deducts 2% from your term report on the second day of school because your calculator's batteries run out half-way through class? I despise my math teacher already (which doesn't help, as she's also my homeroom teacher) and it's only the second day of school. Something tells me this is going to be a long, long year. The giftie class received the same lecture on the new grading system, recently fangled by THE BOARD, *counts on fingers* four times today, leaving us rather twitchy by the time math rolled around (during which we received another mini-lecture on the same thing as the day before), possible resulting in the spiteful deduction of marks not only off my own report card, but also those of a few of my friends. Luckily, however, all of my electives are art and I learned today that the first term of English will be spent entirely on writing short stories. Yay! *does a dance* (I made a moneyless bet with Sammie-chan that I could work ninjas into every single one of them in one way or another. That means I don't lose anything if I fail, aside from my pride.) My geography teacher is infinately cooler than last year's, which comes as a great relief. He's the coolest guy: he has an earing, plays Greenday during school hours, and he keeps his motorcycle helmet on his desk? Art class, of course, is great fun, as I am in there with two friends, one of which is also trying to learn Japanese. We had fun compiling a list of "What Art Means to Us". We finally settled on the caption for our project, 1337 15 4r7, y0|_| f1ng n00b. My friend drew a picture of Teh Dewy (xD--this reminds me of a convo with Azure a while back..."How the fuck do you spell dewy?") Eyes Moose, and presented it to the whole class, which is mostly female and half ESL. Unfortunately, we are stuck with several posers. Damn. I am in the best gym class that has ever been. A third of it is giftie, another third is made up of not-obnoxious-non-gifties, and the other third is...ESL. No posers there. Nope. *sigh of relief* *** Watched an episode of Phantom Memory Kurau, and love everything about it, barring the ending theme. Perhaps, one day, I shall come to love that, too, but not now. Alas. I still need to get Sammie-chan a birthday present =_=, but have my other friend's (Gil's birthday = Sept 11th) present sitting on my shelf. I finally know what to do with that volume of Get Backers. Haha... I tried to sell it to him and that didn't work, so I'll just unload it on him and not spend extra money on a gift. Works. Sammie-chan's present requires thought, though, because she's that much cooler than that other guy.xD Which means I need to hop on the subway and make my way down to the Hairy T to buy it... Soon, soon. >_> Oh yeah, and my mom said she'd order me a MegaTokyo shirt but they don't ship to Canada, so I guess I'll order a Stinko Man one instead. : ) Ninjas are so frigging cool.

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Tuesday, September 7, 2004

Get the hell off TDSB property, faggot.

Returned to school today, and I must say: it's more than what I was expecting. Through that, of course, I mean to imply that there were more stupid rules and broken record players in the shape of humans posing as teachers than I even dared imagine. Or maybe it's just because the first day of school consists without fail of nothing but, "I expect you to respect other people...come on time...don't wear hats...don't smuggle kukri into class in your backpacks..." Oh wait, that's right--how could I have forgotten? We couldn't possibly smuggle any form of weapon, let alone something as awesome as a kukri into class because we're not allowed to have backpacks during school hours. That's right folks: our sheltered community's school of eleven- through fifteen-year-olds is just so liable to smuggle drugs, blades, and guns into class, what with the complete absense of records of such, that it is foolery to think we should be trusted with backpacks at school. This, of course, isn't to mention the fact that we aren't allowed to use one binder for multiple classes, regardless of how little paper we receive during them. And there is at least one day on every schedule that consists of three core (that is, text-book-needing) classes in a row. All of which are on the outmost corners of the school, as far away from my locker as possible. Joy. We, though grumbling, accepted this, as it is now a rule enforced throughout all the area's public schools by THE BOARD, and moved on to lunch. We have always eaten lunch outside. The cafeteria reaks of man-flesh, is full of flies and popular people. Because of this, eating outside seems not only more healthful, but entirely pleasant. But, of course, when it comes to the rules of THE BOARD, healthfulness and pleasantness alike are not to be tolerated under any circumstances. So, just as Sammie-chan, myself, and a couple of our friends took the third or fourth bite of our sandwiches, the principal runs outside screaming. Principal: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! NO EATING OUTSIDE! IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. Us: But...why? Principal: You're littering! None of us had been. In fact, there was no litter to be found within eye-site. The nerve some people have, accusing us of such a henious offence after removing all three on-location garbage and recycling recepticals. Sammie-chan: Okay, let's go eat off property, then... Principal: YOU CANNOT EAT OFF SCHOOL PROPERTY. Us: Er. I guess we're to go to the caf then...? Principal: NO GOING BACK INSIDE AFTER YOU HAVE GONE OUTSIDE. NO BRINGING OUTSIDE FOOD INTO THE CAFETERIA. YOU MAY NOT CARRY YOUR LUNCH IN A BAG. So, if the rules are as follows... -you may not bring lunch in a bag -you may not buy lunch and eat it inside the school -you may not buy lunch and eat it outside the school ...and if the cafeteria reaks of man-flesh, where is there to eat? I guess our only options are to bring lunch in tupper-wear containers, and go to Samm's house/Justin's house/the library for lunch every day. In fact, why not bring everything in tupper-wear containers? The books, the lunch, the pencils, the erasers... They can all go in boxes, as oppose to bags. Clear ones. There is no possible way for THE BOARD to find fault in that. In fact, I'm tempted to go out and by rediculously large tupperwear boxes... A couple of my friends intend to make a film out of the above dilemma for their Comprehensive Arts project. Didn't have English class today, which was kind of dissapointing, as I was sort of looking forward to our first English assignment. (I'll admit I love English and Art assignments, unless they were fangled entirely by THE BOARD, in which case they tend to be rediculously stupid.) I also helped a n00b find her way to her French class, resulting in lateness for Geography, which didn't matter any way, as the teacher might be the single most easy-going person I've ever been acquainted with. So yeah: I've done my good deed for the day. Now piss off. By the way, why did so few people comment on my post that was up for days? Don't you like Bards? Anyway, in the spirit of back-to-school-ness, here's a picture of Rei: Nifty.

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