Black Market Count Chocula

04:46 am - Black Market Count Chocula

I had the pleasure of overhearing one of the most entertaining conversations on the bus today. It was entertaining not because of what was being said, although it definitely piqued my interest...but it was entertaining because of WHO was discussing this topic.

Picture this:

Three men. One in his 60s, and two maybe in their late 30s-40s.
One of them has bleach blond hair, and some sort of tribal earring in.
The older man has a nifty backpack on.
And the last man was a little remniscent of Kent Hrbek.

From what I gathered, Kent Hrbek look-a-like and the older gentlemen go way back...like...Kent Hrbek used to play at his house. He went on family vacations, etc. And they were discussing how the older gentlemen had the best cereal variety to choose from.

Bleach Blond guy: "Oh...so he was the source of your black market count chocula"
Kent Hrbek: "Yeah...I had to go to his place to combat the whole grain BS that was happening at my place."
Old Man: "Mmm...yes. We did have lots of cereal."

And then on top of it all, they began to discuss baseball.

Amidst my headache that's been plaguing me for the bulk of a week, it was the best thing to distract me from the pounding in my head. Simply fantastic.

- Jordan Baker

p.s. I've also come to the realization the The Great Gatsby is my literary nemesis. Aside from the character of Miles in The Turn of the Screw.

Current Mood: sick

Currently Listening Viva La Vida By Coldplay "Death and All of His Friends" see related

Thwarted By Tin Foil

09:23 pm - Thwarted By Tin Foil

I've experienced something fantastic today. Something that I believe is experienced only once in a blue moon.

Now before I explain what happened, I'm going to preview it with a little reference from Sex and the City.

Whilst sitting in jury duty, our main character looks over and sees a man pull out a mango from his briefcase. She was baffled because it's not even a fruit that you can bite into. Days later, she witnesses him pull out a coconut from the same briefcase. Again...not even a fruit you can bite into.

February:
at FarmHouse's formal...a girl was rather hungry. Her date pulled out a double cheeseburger from his suit coat.

Today:
Whist sitting in class (almost, if not equal to the boringness of jury duty), this gentleman sitting across from me usually brings his dinner into class. This act is not so abnormal. But today of all days, he takes out a tin foil object and begins to unwrap it.

Now, there are a lot of foods that can be wrapped in tin foil. It's the ingenuity of it all. The versatility of tin foil.

My classmate had brought a baked potato to class.

And he didn't even bother with utensils.

No.

He just bit into it.

Straight up.

I do believe that is the oddest thing I've seen come from someone's lunch box. It was probably the best thing I'd seen all day.

And it also goes to say what a day I had.

- Daisy

Current Mood: exhausted

Currently Listening The Bird And The Bee Sides By Relient K "Curl Up And Die" see related

Epic Moments

03:41 pm - Epic Moments

Yesterday I wrote a poem of epic proportions while supposed to be paying attention in class. I love when that happens. It's only epic because I haven't written one that long in awhile. And then it got me thinking about other things, which prompted another poem. I also love when that happens.

Sigh...

when did I become old enough for these types of things?

I always say that, but it's very true.

Isn't it nice to know that the lining is silver? Isn't it nice to know that we're going home?

- Janey

----

To My Child: Part Two
7.7.08

I fear that I have tainted
your name.
I fear the truth will drive
us apart.
If you only knew,
I fear you would be ashamed.

I want to hold you,
to smell your hair
and see Games of my youth
reflected in your eyes.
I want to share secrets with you,
and hold hands on scary nights.
I want to watch you love,
I want to witness you learn.
I want to touch your soft skin
and know you are mine and
no one else's.

If I beg on my knees, I can
only pray you could begin
to forgive me.
I love you.
Until we meet, keep me in
your mind's eye.

----

"Anything"
by: Mae

Love, it's the wave I ride
That won't ever reach the shore
Overwhelmed by the tide
but wanting nothing more..tonight
Than to take this time and make it all mine
It's coming around again

Every now and again sometimes
I get lost on the wind of a dream
The air gets clean and the seas get wide
and I can do anything
The pain it won't even cross my mind
There's wonder in everything
The rope gets loose and the chains unbind
and I can do anything

Hope, it's the light that strikes
that burns inside of me
It's a blinding light but somehow I can see...again
When I've lost my way
It's becoming very clear
And it's coming around again

Every now and again sometimes
I get lost on the wind of a dream
The air gets clean and the seas get wide
and I can do anything
The pain it won't even cross my mind
There is wonder in everything
The ropes get loose and the chains unbind
and I can do anything

Somewhere between the darkness and the light
My spirit takes to fly
The colors fill the sky
And I'm free
Oh-oh...

It's coming around again
It's coming around again
It's coming around again

Current Mood: contemplative

Currently Listening The Bird And The Bee Sides By Relient K "There Was No Thief" see related

Life In Technicolor

12:29 pm - Life In Technicolor

There are things in this world that I feel God gives us to guide us through our days. One such thing that I feel that is a huge indicator that maybe you should listen, is when your body just wants to crap out on you. If you're in pain...that's a pretty good indicator that you should probably stop whatever activity it is that is causing you pain.

So here I am...slightly on the dumbass side, icing my shins because I don't know when to stop and listen. I run after class, and I've been slowing down a bit just 'cuz my legs are saying, "No Cassie. I refuse to let you run right now." So then I go to the gym and do a little bit of Tae Kwon Do...which I feel is the better of the work outs. But my knees are also saying, "No Cassie. I refuse to let you kick and hyper-extend."

Sadly for me, it took last night at work to finally say to myself, "Cassie...maybe you should slow down a bit." My knees were about to give out during the second inning, and were screaming at me, "CASSIE!! I REFUSE TO LET YOU RUN ANYMORE STAIRS!"

I kept going until the seventh inning when we're done with work.

And God was probably shaking his head going, "Silly girl."

I need to ice my legs. Maybe make them hate me less.

And go to work tomorrow.

Should be a good time.

"Silly girl."


- Fainy

Current Mood: sore

Currently Listening Viva La Vida By Coldplay "Lost!" see related

Old Things

I found this from a long time ago.

06:04 pm - Old Things

He is an old man trapped in a twenty year old body. His broad shoulders buckle under the weight of the world he put upon himself. He likes to go about his day, portraying a carefree boy of twenty...but there's much more under the surface. I think most people have given up trying to figure out just how he became that way. I think most people give up on those they don't understand. I think this is why he and I are drawn to one another. I can sit with him, and just eminate from my body that I want him to pay attention. But he'll sit silent and silly with all the dignity in the world. He has what he wants, but I don't. And I'm still drawn there to him. What makes him drawn to me...I'll never know. I can only speculate, and think that I've got something going for me.