September 27th, 2001

zoot

Kreegah Bundolo!

Kreeeeeegaaaaaaaah! *hops on top of random person* Kreegah, kreegag, kreeeee-eeeeegah!

*Runs in circles* Whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop, whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop!

That wasn't for anything in particular. I was just in that kinda mood. Like, "I need to do something, anything, very, very badly!" Ahh...I hate school. I could be doing something useful. But no. I'm here. It's just stupid. And I don't even understand anything. Why do I need to learn anything more than the basics of Physics? Must we go in depth with anything? Must I be able to calculate the velocity of a bottle rocket .25 seconds after it was launched?

I'm going to be an artist (I hope). I don't care about this shit. And I'm just not learning it! He's teaching it and I don't understand! I don't understand /why/ I add thirty five here or -4.9 there. It just doesn't make sense! All I here is "Do this." I ask why and they say "Because the teacher said so."

I so don't understand.

Urgh... so I think I had something to actually say... but I've forgotten it. Blaaargh.

Oh. Here's some news. My website was deleted. My email's not working. The computer tried to eat my story. And now I can't figure out how to get a playlist going on Winamp! Why is this? I may sound like a total dork, but I don't care; all technology is against me.

So...going back to Winamp... um... I've got the skins all figured out and that's going quite swimmingly. It's just that only one song will play at a time. How do I change that? How do you add songs to a playlist?

I don't care if I sound like an idiot. I only downloaded the damn thing last night.

There are /a lot/ of Eva skins out there.
  • Current Music
    Not a damn thing....
zoot

Life is Like a Weasel Ball

*That poem I said something about earlier...

I walk by the toy store in the mall
Bright, florescent lights blinking in the dim darkness
Enticing my inner child to come inside
And play
I stop and admire the brilliant pink, green, and yellow packaging
Catering to a youth's imagination
On the display table in front of the doors
A mechanical ball buzzes and rolls indefinitely
Forever spinning, until that grim day when the reality of death
And ending
Snatches its life and energy
Leaving it motionless
Affixed to the plastic sphere is
A small, stuffed effigy of a weasel
Forever attempting to grasp and hold
Something that will perpetually slip through his tiny fingers
They will dance eternally
Until the store shuts it's doors
And shutters its windows
When a clerk will come
And flip the switch to quiet the toy
The simple toy
the infantile, puerile, immature toy
And as I walk away
I try not to think about my life

*What my poetry class thought:
- WeaselBalls should be made into a TV show- W.D.S.
- A very, ahh...unique perspective. ^_~ I like it >) Hehe ^^ -Sarah (little drawing and "Chibi Rei liked it too")
- Your such a Luna sprite so visual (fancy sig)
- You make me very curious about this whole aspect of this part of life I know nothing about. Very interesting.... -Jessica M.
- You have good use of vocab. good DICTION. -LW
- I liked the imagrey
- ~*Nice descriptions, interesting comparisons~ LaReasa

I tried to type up the comments exactly as they were written ^__^;; Hence any poor grammar or spelling...
  • Current Music
    'Pay the Man'- Offspring