subject: it's too early...
mood: tired/hyper
music: ellen's headphone feedback
CPCetc: free time? huzzah-wha??
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And now life goes back to normal, right? Wrong. Wrong like a crazy monkey. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. See the wrong, taste the wrong. And steal from capitalist companies while you're at it.

Luckily, I have no after school activities until five-thirty. Unfortunately, I have no after school activities until five-thirty. See the paradox this creates? First day back from the insanity that is attempting Sondheim in four weeks and I'm still at school until seven. You know what that's called? Hypocrisy. Except not. It's something else that I can't think of. Because I'm dumm. With two "m"s.

Oh, such a divided attention span. This, naturally, is not assisted by the fact that Ellen is watching an epilepsy-inducing Marilyn Manson video. Dude, Marilyn Manson feckin' terrifies me. Maybe it's just me, but I've definitely had nightmares about him finding me and doing creepy, evil, scary stuff. And it makes me all paranoid that he's going to come get me or something. I don't even know why! It's not that I see/hear him enough to really have a full understanding of the creature that is Marilyn Manson, but I can't help it! He's one of those things that you'd expect to be in a (albeit more modern, but the idea's the same) Edgar Allen Poe creation. And Poe is one crazy mother.

Le sigh. It's a very lazy day. I mean, the sun is shining and it's not particularly lazy weather, but the day itself is kind of slow and everyone's really tired from all of the work of this weekend et al. And we're just starting to realise all of the things we have to catch up on and notes just got sent on Freitag and everyone's kind of worried about that (myself included) but they can't really bring themselves to take actions because, damnit, the show just closed! Wow. Run-on sentences much, there K-Palm?

We're going to the "Tunnel of Oppression" tomorrow. Merry said that, basically, they stick you in a room and yell racial slurs at you. My response was something along the lines of "So it's like high school, only shorter?" Meh. It gets us out of reading Tess of the fecking D'Ubervilles. Lord. It's not that I dislike Hardy, but Thetard's manipulation of his somewhat blatant symbolism is rather irksome. Not as much as Hawthorne, but he's asking for it so death and dismemberment upon his crown. Or something like that.

And in other news, short skirts make one really paranoid, especially when going up stairs. *blushes a bit*

Kiri!! >^.^< ~...mew...