Darker Side of Gray

Such a Basket Case

2006-04-08T02:47:00.000-07:00

I feel so effing pressured sometimes.

*sighsighsigh*

I feel like I'm on the brink of life, and there's only one person to turn to.

*lolololol*

Which is myself doi.

Truth about Mankind

2006-03-30T21:53:00.000-08:00

If nightmares were people
and sinners were dreams,
we'd live in crowds,
in dreams come true.

To say a man (a woman, a child)
is loved by all,
and hated all wild.
The wild, the pure, the fearless,
the might.
They leave mankind shaking
with fright.

Modern women with skin red nails,
smile politely and drown in their ails.
Wear wispy sad garments and
die-to-kill boots,
ignores all sentiments, and lives for
the man's hoots.
Modern women with a thirst for science,
is the one who knows better,
but denies her conscience.

And if beggars were choosers
we'd live in the world,
the world where life were perfect
and everyone would admit,
that he or she was a cryer.

We're hoping for the truth,
but preparing for mankind.

Deadly Combo: Mest & FOB

2006-03-11T00:11:00.000-08:00

We're only good
Cause we're the best
'Sides, we've got
Such good fashion senes...

I <333 Fall Out Boy. But Mest will always be my true love forever.

I'm jaded, stupid and reckless
I'm sorry, but I'll never regret
These years spent
So faded and reckless
I'm sorry, but I'll never regret
These years (I'll never regret these years)

Of iPods and Exams

2005-12-14T00:24:00.000-08:00

So I was having a rather...troublesome day a few days ago. Really, all the trouble started at lunch when I was checking my iPod Nano (which I got just a few days ago) during lunchtime when two things happened:

1. One of my friends Xavier came over and wanted to take a look at my iPod.

2. My other friend Maya said, "Those f****ing Exams are killing me over! I just wanna kill those ****ards and *****es!"

Although I hardly think the second one really had any outcome on my life. But anyway. So Xavier was drooling over my iPod and listening to it nonstop. I let him because hey, I am a very good friend. Plus he was five inches taller than me. Yeah.

So as soon as the lunch bell rang he gave my iPod back to me (but did not shut it off as I later found out. Grrrrr) so that I could have my English exam. Anyway, me and Maya took the elevator and we noticed that there seemed to be some music revolving through the elevator...

You can see where I'm going with this right?

So I was in the middle of writing my Health essay explaining the Human Life from an embryo to old age when I noticed music going off that was the exact same music from the elevator. Funny thing was, it seemed to be coming from my backpack.

I eventually put two and two together.

Music in Elevator + iPod in Lunch + Music in Classroom + Backpack = Crap Times TWO

See.

Anyway.

I did what any normal person would have done. Using my foot I turned (actually it was more like shoved) my backpack over so that the music from the iPod was muffled and proceeded on smushing my food against it, not really caring if my Nano's screen cracked and broke.

Okay fine. Maybe not every normal person would have done that.

Sure, I could have just reached into my backpack and like snatched off the earphones of it, couldn't it? Well the teacher still happened to be in the room, so it wasn't like that idea could have been EASY.

But yeah. I did that as soon as she went out of the room.

You know what the cool thing was about that?

No one even noticed.

So I revised my math equation.

iPod + Backpack + Teacher out of the Room = Safety and an A+ on an Exam

It doesn't get any better than that folks.

I'm so shaken up from the experience that I don't even have any ideas for writing now.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

2005-12-11T22:19:00.000-08:00

....and come it has!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry. Just got a little mellow dramatic there. Hehehe.

Anyway, it's not like something wicked hasn't come. Because it has. People, witness the cruelty, the ruthlessness, the destruction, of (oh god its hard to write it. It's like a wizard saying "Lord Voldemort is my love slave" except that's just icky)...

FINAL EXAMS.

It's a pretty gruesome subject. Tests are hard. Final Exams are lethal.

Maybe if Shakespeare wrote an honest play on the toil of Final Exams instead of writing a dramatic and short Macbeth piece for King James we'd probably not even have the Final Exams right now! Of course, not that there's anything wrong with Macbeth, or King James. They're both pretty awesome plays/people, if a little too heavy on the witchcraft.

It's just that I don't want Final Exams. At all.

...Maybe I should consider submitting an anonymous article about it on the school newsletter....

That would be kinda cool. I'll look into that.

But first I have to study for the You-Know-Whats.

Lamentations of a Hater of Homework

2005-11-25T20:12:00.000-08:00

Homework

NOUN:

Work, such as schoolwork or piecework, that is done at home.
Preparatory or preliminary work: did their homework before coming to the meeting

Preparatory? So not. If we even needed preparatory work, it would NOT be homework. All's we really need to know about how to survive in life (and pardon my somewhat cynical view) is how to make money. NOTHING ELSE!!!!

....Sorry. Feeling a little washed over with having so much homework on the weekend. I really should write a book on that. "The Day I Killed Homework" is just the best title I've ever heard about. YAY.

It'll probably center around an innocent student with dreams of becoming the next Superman and an evil teacher who loves homework. A little tooooo much.

I smell a bestseller on my hands...