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Out of sight - out of mind?
Current Location:
muh room
Current Mood:
indifferent indifferent
Current Music:
ill divo
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Another one of my endless reflections about the peculiarities of life. Today, how time flies. I barely remember freshman and sophomore years of high school, and junior year is even getting a little hazy now. I remember some things, like not being able to find homeroom on the first day of freshman year, some days in Mr. Izard's stonerized West Civ class (we didn't do anything there), some bad experiences from French (every day), Mr. Hall's psycotic class, the whole time with me making comments about him (he caught on after a while).

And, how could I forget, FLAN. That has been my greatest class ever, everything about it was great, except that it ended. His love for us and our love for him is a very unusual thing, and we must cherish that. The debates that we had (when nobody would study for the quizzes and fail), with Krissy threatening Rew and Mark calling me a pinko commie. That was great. the study groups for the AP Test, the whole class was in it together, working for a common goal (to live to see the next day, oh wait, that was the SAT, so maybe not). Both classes going to lunch right after the test, breaking the rules of the all- powerful College Board by obscenely talking about the test, because we were veterans now and had to tell our war stories. Then, there was "Angst", the culmination of our entire year. It combined our new knowledge of history with our own stuff. The hours spent on that, me losing my voice, and Rew calling me "Harvey".

Lunch was also good for me. Me and Evie and Meg and Kelsey and Mario would have a wierd little dynamic going on. Meg and I would usually walk down together, and Kelsey and Mario would already be there. Evie would come in with some horror story from Abe's class, and we would all relate and joke about him and the lama and the nutmeg. Kelsey would cut her icecream cone and only eat from the cone down, and sometimes the knife would break. Then she would complain that she was cold the whole time (that, and marvelling at the trees). Then we would talk about something (usually perverse, thanks to Evie), and when things got uncomfortable, Meg would start to sing her own little song. Then the bell would ring, and we would proceed to class, walking down the second hallway to the rotunda, where we would leave Evie (after we would do our little dance). The three of us would walk up, with our "Twas", "Tis", "Twill be" thing.

My favorite thing was our daily morning gatherings at the lockers outside Flan's. We knew we were blocking everyone else, and felt guilty about it (maybe it was just me and my Jewish guilt), but we never moved. There was a festive mood there everyday. It always seemed to center on Rew's locker, but would break up into smaller groups. We would stand there and mill about for about 10 to 15 minutes, and then everyone would be gone.

Anyway, that's my little rant for this evening, I hope you enjoyed this nostalgic little thing I just did. Talk to you all soon.

"Angst"
Current Mood:
nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music:
Beatles
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Today I actually did something constructive, I worked. At Nordica Toys, where I have worked since september. it was really slow today, i basically got paid for reading. first i stopped into the dry cleaners to apply for a job there, and won't hear back for a few days. oh well.

i couldn't get to sleep last night. it took about an hour and a half (of course, this had to happen the night before I had to actually do something). i just kept thinking of things and it escalated and kept going on forever.

Current Mood:
tired tired
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Hey all, it's Max, (or Orwell, or Maxwell Gray, or whatever you want to call me), and I just discovered the livejournal thing thanks to Evie. How are we all doing since we dispersed a few weeks ago? I'm sitting here at 10:30 at night in a stupor, since I haven't done anything at all in about a week. we went down to DC last wednesday to do the obligatory college interview, which went well, but of course with it came the inevitable angst that goes along with thinking about college.

hey, while down in DC, I was looking around this great bookstore and i found a book called "teenage angst" and it had all this emo poetry in it. i thought it was great to go with "Angst", the movie.

Current Mood:
bored bored
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I love how no one updates in this community.

Kinda funny, actually.

~ Squishy the Stowa- I mean... Jim. Yes, Jim the Figment.

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I hear from Captain Tobias that we are putting out another shirt order for all of our newer members. I've also gone over the possibilities of a hoodie order. It will cost somewhere around twenty dollars, but it will keep all you pirates warm in the cold (and I'm designing it, so it will also be very fribby).

I'm remaking this community, I've forgotten my password and it breaks my heart to see such wibble-worthy posts.

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So I ran the idea by Shinko. What do you think about a black background, with a white pineapple on it, and white crossbones beneath it? On a black 6 foot pole with black stoppers? I'd just need to find a pineapple pattern, then make the flag, and order the pole. ^_^ Plus, it would give me a wonderful excuse to buy a black pole.

~ Tip of the Q variety who wants to join the crew.

Current Mood:
chipper chipper
Current Music:
Starting Line - Best of me
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Allright...since no one else is actually posting, I'll make the second entry, even though I'm not on the crew... Captain, this is a figment of your imagination, and there is not really a post here. Or a stowaway. You have no broom closet. Go talk to Rew the Sane about your problems.
It's getting really stuffy in the broom closet. Although my friend, Mr. Grey Rat came over and we had some tea before I had to eat him for supper. But we had a good conversation, and he promised that his friend, Mr. Black Rat would be over first thing in the morning for tea. That's something to look forward to. Well, someone is ordering someone to swab the poop deck, so I'd best get out of the way if someone needs a broom. Until the next time I can find something sharp to etch into a wall, goodbye.

Squishy the Stowaway (not really, Captain!!)

Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Tribute ~Tenacious D
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I didn't know there was a merry pineapple community. who made it? hehe...I've got the first entry, go me...
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