Luciferistic Chair
Yes, you heard right. Not satanic, rather Luciferistic. It just so happened that a set of dark red-seated and backed chairs were pissing me off yesterday. One chair in particular was giving me a particularly rough time. It's definitely not that I have a phobia of chairs or something bizzare like that, but when I slid the round table around in study hall in the cafeteria to get the table's legs away from mine, it caught a chair to my left and dragged (woops...almost said "drug") it close to me where it crossed my electromagnecic field and into my space, therefore violating and taunting me so as it were possesed. I pushed the chair back. Still not right. I tried arranging it in different positions: back toward me, away from me, angled from me...none would do. Finally distraught enough, I kicked the fucker to the next table over. A small smile overtook my despaired facial expressions over the direct taunting of that chair. Sarah Grove entered study hall and sat down at the table. Pissed, I said, "You missed my violent harrassment of that chair..." pointing to the one that had been the object of my violation. "...It's Luciferistic." An expression of total insanity doused her mouth and lips as she said "Luciferistic?!". I replied, "That's right, it's a Luciferistic-Nazi-ass-bastard-of-a-bitch chair.
Tart Cart
During homeroom today, in Miss Kibbe's, the funniest thing I've heard this year was uttered. Joulette Runner was sitting by a window that she had opened for her older sister who is allergic to heat and the room was nearing the temperature of an oven. Sitting in front of Joulette was a girl whom I've never talked to because the way her face is layed out, she can be easily mistaken as a bitch. Infront of her was Megan Rhinehardt who is kind of bad but innocently funny and blank. Joulette had her head out the window looking out to see the kids flocking in from the cold and rain when she said, "Oh, look, the retard bus just got here." Megan almost exclaimed, "Don't call it that! That's mean!" The "bitch" then said, "I call it the Tart Cart." very blankly that it was so hilarious. I laughed hard and cried because of it. I'm not sure why it was so funny...maybe it was because I never expected something like that to come of her mouth, but it did, and it made my day. The weather is very schlecht. Speaking of "schlecht", the Germans don't talk about the weather as popularly as a conversation article and subject as the Americans, which is an interesting fact. It is only this year that I've noticed exactly how much of my mood is affected just by if it's overcast during the day or not. And when I say during the day, I MEAN during the day...not the night. I don't care what the weather does at night. Let me explain...it is depressing when the sky is overcast with flat white clouds (stratus) where there is no depth to the sky. If the clouds are grey/gray or black, it is not depressing, rather exciting. And if they are in weird maniacal formations then they are even more exhilerating. If the sun is shining through some patches of storm clouds, it makes me happy to see both together in total harmony, which the human race only gets to experience in nature since we are such a horrible species. We are, by definition, a virus...we go where there are resources, we populate the area densly, use up the resourses, and don't replace them efficiently and time-affectively. We eat away at the world, a pure bacterium. Although we are not prokaryotes, while bateria are, which I have learned in Biology/Biologie. The best days are those when it is very windy but the sun is mosly out with puffy cumulus clouds or even stormy cumulonimbus, which are the f'n best. Thunder and lightning (Donner und Blitzen) are the best forms of "destructive weather." Und jetzt weiss ich nicht wo meine Pupsi ist...hoffe sie wird im Internet bald sein. Ich vermisse sie...
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Milk Carton
Today is the first day of the editing of this newly-created blog. Lunch was hilarious. Someone, person unknown, hurled a full chocolate milk pint carton at a cement column that had a sign posted on it saying, "Take pride in our school. Pitch in to help keep it clean." The carton exploded with the deep brown milk looking like a fireworks finale. Amazingly, the spray went only parallel of the column and did not douse the boy (fag) sitting directly under the display. Somehow a salad from OIP doesn't exactly sound like a filling dinner, but considering that I've already consumed three warmed pieces of baked bread with butter, a light supper doesn't sound all that bad...a small chef's salad with Italian dressing, rolled up segments of cheese and meat (sounds different having it not "meat and cheese", huh?). The orange soda I have with me on my desk alongside a glass of ice water tastes differently than what it should, almost like chemicals, and is p.p.pissing me off. Sorry about the Porky Pig stutter back there, but it was necessary.
