Tuesday, March 15, 2005

*Sigh*
I feel depressed, I didn't want to go to an after school math thing today, so I skipped it on purpose... I also felt like I was choking so that wasn't great either... my brain died a little while ago and I haven't been getting great grades... and in course selection we only get to choose one course as an elective because our state requires us to take Physical Education, even if we do kendo (I wish I did)but then, when I think about things, these aren't really big problems... so I guess I have no right to complain.

~The Great and Usually Wrathful Skiaska
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Saturday, March 12, 2005

I just stuck a candy cane up my nose!
Well, it got twisted around in the mug of hot chocolate and when I was eating it it went up my nose.

True story.

The end.
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Monday, March 7, 2005

   Insert Witty Title here---->
I'm tired, I have to give a report on a book I didn't read, my odd work has been used without giving me credit, any, at all. Infact I created the VSSR (Various strange spikey rodents)and helped with the MDPDA, would it hurt to give me a little credit? Not at all, infact if I actually get around to making a little page for myself (off here, because it would be really weird to post some stuff here, such as the pictures) then I might link to them, also they tell you to e-mail them, but don't give their e-mails.

Ah well, here's the link:

www.freewebs.com/tuniccrew
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Saturday, February 26, 2005

Yay!
My mom's home, after a week, and she helped me with gettign the printer to work again, much better than my dad's way "Just figure it out yourself" first of all that printer is crappy, but fast at printing, and there are three possible places to put paper, and I hadn't even discovered the right one.

Ahem, sorry about that, I just really hate most of the electronics that don't usually dwell in my room.

Next up for the chopping block, I mean conquer, I mean figuring out how to use is the scanner. Maybe my goal will actually be achived.
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   Why not to let me get bored.
I'm bored, so I think I'll remember odd things said to/about me. I'm actually using my friend's first initials!

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V: See, we're all cynical people, don't feel bad, see Sarah's cynical, Annette's cynical, and Skiaska's, ummm, very cynical.

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V: I had an apoclalypse today.

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V: And then the mighty Skiaska did raise her mouse wroughte of the fire of the gods and cried out in earth-shaking tones "thouest knave of jpeg! Coware upon thye knees and feare the wrathe of God!"
And Paint didst cower and feared mightily for it's cut and paste feature, for the illustrious Skiaska was now truly pissed.

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V: What if you were naked when you died?

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S: See, everyone is of doom, Dana is of doom, Annette is of doom, I am of doom, Vivian is of doom, and Skiaska, Skiaska is very much of doom.

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V: And what if you were murdered while taking a bath in some deserted building in the Alps, and your killer was some sick pervert who decided to dice you up into little bits and leave you decomposing nicely in the toilet?!

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Yes, these are all real pieces of conversation, I was reading my e-mail and we had this little script from a conversation about heaven in there. Yes, I'm aware that I use people's names in the quotes, so figure out who said what yourself. And I did edit my real name out, you probably wouldn't be able to pronounce my name anyway.
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   Damn you potato peeler... dealy... of doom... er...
I sliced off the tip of my finger using a potato peeler, and now my little finger hurts... ahem. Oh well, the potatoes were very tasty and I'm wondering who ate the small part of my finger. And I just made a discovery, when you're peeling potatoes, and then cut your finger and put your finger in your mouth, the blood tastes like potatoes.

Sorry, I like typing the word POTATOES...



Potato potato potato potato potato potato potato potato...


POTATO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

   Well...
My mom's in the hospital, over vacation, for a week. And so the only place I really am is my room, I only leave for meals (or watching anime when no one is looking.

Oh well, aside from that, I downloaded the sheet music for Tank! and was thinking of asking our jazz band director if we could play it, the only catch is we don't have enough people right now.

Vacation is fun, but I'm getting bored, I have to read "The Three Muskateers" by Monday and really should be doing that, but I feel like putting it off for a while. I also got two new books which seem far more interesting. Oh well.
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Monday, February 21, 2005

I really wish.
I really wish people wouldn's ask me how I feel, repeatedly. If I said I don't know the first time, what makes you think I'll have an answer the next five times? I just don't understand, it makes me cry when people ask me what's making me sad... and still they ask. I feel really depressed
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

You sank my Scrabble-ship
Today in english we had to guess what picture a poem was about and we had to guess something like B-9 (which was my picture)and it sounded a lot like battleship.

Which ofcourse inspired me to say "you sunk my scrabble-ship".

Its from the simpsons, a mix between scrabble and battleship. To quote the simpsons again "this game makes no sense"
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Thursday, February 10, 2005

I want to live
I want to live in a place
Where islands float in the sky,
Where people can talk to animals,
Where one week anarchy can reign,
But then a feudal government declares war.
Where people aren’t all they seem,
They could have hidden powers
Of water, darkness, fire, or light
Or they can fly.
I want to go into space one day,
Then be in medieval Europe the next.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
To be what you want?
To have the world modeled from your imagination?
I want to live in the realm of the mind.
Where things are as I think of them,
Physics can take a vacation,
Gravity will look the other way,
People can travel through solid objects,
While chickens are exceedingly philosophical,
Don’t you think that would be interesting?
A place where the world can change from flat to round,
To a rectangular prism with seven moons,
And you can fall off the end?
And mice bought the world,
While the dolphins muck about in the water.

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