Wednesday, May 23, 2007

ah, well, happy 6:25 in the morning, everyone

Here I am, sitting in front of my computer, eating a bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, typing like a madwoman, and trying desperately to think of what to say next. I suppose I could mention the depressing number of deaths that have occured with my classmate's families, or perhaps that I watched a boy skip, literally skip, across my English classroom yesterday (which, coincidentially, was the highlight of my day. Ah Greg, you are an interesting one...), or even still I could mention my Humanities movie, the short-deadlined project that scared me to no end because we only had one weekend to work on it, and filming can take forever and editing is a bitch. I finished it at Ginny's house last night, and we watched it about three times, each time more and more firm in our resolve that it was, in fact, an emo movie. It's still pretty cool anyway. OK, well, about the deaths. Two of my classmates lost their fathers to cancer this year, which is bad enough, but a senior girl's father died of cancer just two days ago. Her one wish was for her dad to see her graduate, and he only had a week to go. It's just so terribly sad. And on the "sad things" note, I was listening to a song called "Cancer" (God, what a terrible disease...) and there's a line that chokes me up no matter where I am... I just hope that I get to experience a lot of stuff before I kick the bucket. MOVING ON NOW... Yeah, that was my death tangent for the month, and now let's talk about how I need to finish my cereal before it gets even more soggy than it already is... ... ... ... OK, we're good. So, what else is there to say that's more happy and not-so-death-obsessed... The skipping incident was funny. But it was very random, he was going to get a paper from his locker, and he skipped out of the classroom. Seriously. And when he came back, I commented on the fact that his shirt was nice (it's actually sort of a running joke, really. The commenting on shirts, I mean.) and someone said that the band AFI sucks. I told them to shut it, and my friend Ginny said that most people probably aren't really listening to the music anyway because they're too preoccupied with their bodies. Greg (Mr. I-Skip-Across-Classrooms) then said that he does both. I proceeded to laugh pretty hard. Hoorah for bisexual emo-children. Well, perhaps I should stop typing nonsense and get off the internet so I can go to school. Yes, I do have to go to school. Eventually. Goodness, I don't feel like leaving my wheelie-chair yet. Have a lovely day, everyone. Oh wait, I forgot this. I'm so silly. I was reading my "Everybody Hurts" book (it's a guide to emo culture) and I FINALLY found an appropriate definition to the word Spooning. It's so adorable. Spooning, I mean. Not necessarily the definition. "v. An embrace or snuggle in which two people-usually fully clothed-lie back-to-chest, thus avoiding eye contact and actual sexual intercourse." Yeah. Pretty emo, if I do say so myself. (and I do.) :laughs: OK, now have a nice day. Again.

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