ATTN: Anyone who wants to go to me with promal, sign-ups are on my hand [please use pen], September 24th through December Infinitieth. Please sign up quickly, as there will be limited seating and, if at all possible, please bring a friend for Soutchay.
I'm tempted to eat an onion bagel right now. It's funny how hunger works for me. When food is available, I could eat, but my hunger doesn't overcome my unwillingness to get up. When it isn't available, my stomach is growling at me and I'm growling right back at it. The problem with bagels is that they are usually accompanied by cream cheese, which tends to get on my hands when I eat them. I don't know about other people, but I can't stand getting my hands dirty when I eat, cuz I use my hands for other purposes while I'm eating. Like for the remote control. Or the computer. Or even for getting more food. Then the process begins all over again, a self-perpetuating chain of events that will just cause more and more cream cheese to get on the keyboard, remote, and refrigerator.
I can't wait until tomorrow when I get to be in AP World for two hours. It'll be a blast. And, by blast, I mean I love art. And, by love, I mean yuck. Just watch, though. Come May, when the teacher starts handing out crayons and colored pencils for the free response section, I'm going to be busting out in tears and Perkovich will be secretly laughing at me back in her frigid classroom. That woman is like a polar bear! She caught on to us raising the temperature, although she wasn't sure who it was and ended up putting the blame on Derek. Fine by me. I remember freshman year she left the windows open in the winter. IN THE WINTER!! Polar bear.
I recently saw the pilot of I'm With Her, a new sitcom on ABC. If you don't know about it, it's about a male high school teacher dating a female movie star. I thought it was pretty good, well written, and kind of ... unoriginal. [Note: Notting Hill; common guy, movie actress fall in love] But I think our society today loves new versions of things we've already seen. They merge familiarity with some sense of creativity. It's not altogether original, but it makes money, so that's what they do. I think the high school version of this would be like the common guy and the prep going out. Of course, we never see this go on because ... well, it's high school hierarchy, perhaps more binding than the social classes of the real world. Perhaps not. I don't know, I'm trying to sound like Sudeep. =P Well, actually, the social classes of the real world are dependent on ... oh dear, the recurring theme of the day surfaces once more! [see entry below]
Isn't it supposed to get cooler sometime around now? I can't wait to bust out in pants! I'm so tired of shorts and t-shirts. I'm ready for the long sleeve season. Call me crazy, but I think everyone looks better in long sleeves and pants. Yes, even girls. Yes, even Soutchay. Although I could never tire of his perforation shirt. He's got this awesome shirt that has a solid line going horizontally across the middle, saying "Tear along here" or something. I never did succeed at tearing along there, but one day I will, don't you worry about that! With the aid of scissors, anything can be torn along here! Soutchay should give me a gold star. I mention him so many times in a day that I swear I'll never stop saying his name. Kind of like Maria. What's that guy's name? Oh yes, Tony. From West Side Story.
I think this has been a pretty decent post. When I'm in the right mood, I can talk about just about anything. About. Just. About. You see, I'm like that Pringles container. Once you pop, the fun don't stop. You know, I'm kind of paranoid when people are talking about other people without naming them. Even if it's not bad. I read the sentence and wonder if they're talking about me. Or maybe it's narcissism. The world revolves around me. In order for that to happen, you'd need a significantly larger mass than the Earth's. You see, the sun could be pretty narcissistic if it had a big enough ego, because the world does indeed revolve around it.
Hey, people who participated in or saw our Comp video last year! I had such a great idea for our video that would've made it a little better. Well, I was just thinking about our video yesterday when suddenly the idea came to me. [I get random ideas that I find humorous] Like for the scene in which I'm talking on the phone with Daisy telling her to come over at noon [man that was a boring scene] we could do the tripod thing and then have me in different positions and cut scene to scene with me in a different part of the room for each scene saying random things like, "She went out with who??" and "yeah, Soutchay was totally gangsta yesterday" and unrelated stuff of that sort and then finally have me get to the point of telling her to come over. It's not as funny spelled out like this, but it would've been good. Man, that scene bothered me. A lot.
I wonder what some people think of me. I love how you can admire someone from afar [or anear, depending on the situation] and he or she can never even notice it. Of course, this is commonly referred to as stalking. What I don't get is why it has to be a secret. I know it's totally natural for people to want to be secretive, but why is it totally natural? What makes the secrecy so sacrosanct? Why not take the risk, profess your love? If it's no good, then too bad. [I like how that works on more than one level] Or even a subtler approach would work, like through hinting and subliminal messages. I've professed my adoration for Soutchay many times and we're still good friends. So the moral of the story is: ask Soutchay to promal before I do.