The copy room

Sometimes you find little nuggets of gold, when you're not even looking for them. Take for instance, the "new" copy room! a huge, concrete  room, with whitewashed walls, and a friendly "welcome!" sign, on the front door. Inside, it was like a office supplier's wet dreams. Stacks and stacks of paper, just waiting within their packages for someone to come along and take them to their new homes in printers all across the school, and the sound of whirring machinery ricocheted merrily off the cold walls. Unfortunately for us, we were shooed from this little wonderland by a somewhat grumpy female troll. =n=

Music YO.

Nobody But Me- The Human Beinz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtJoGdujYo&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1
Sticks and Stones - Jonsi.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXV2fCimTsE&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1

Days- Flow. Piano House Remix.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Qg412kLafs&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1

Just rock it out.

http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/video/The-Wombats--Lets-Dance-to-Joy-Division-2009.aspx
Lets's  dance to joy division by the wombats.


Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy.


Association #1: I've found many times in my life where frankly... the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket. Where life seems to be just one bigass pain, and is frankly, too much of a bother to really deal with. You know the times. The ones where your limbs feel like lead porkchops stuck to your arms. I know that I, for one, have dealt with this sort of thing far FAR too many times. Indeed to the point where you want to throw in the towel. This song, for me reminds me that Oh, yeah, there's a metric TON of other people out there who feel the same way, and you know what? That's the way the world is. So i might as well buckle down and try to enjoy it right? My uncle was the one that played it for me. He's always been somewhat of a role-model for me, sometimes even more so than my own father...but he told me that "Life is gonna kick you in the face a lot more than you'd like. Might as well grin while it's happening." It's a good philosiphy, i've found. Especially for when times seem to royally suck.


Association #2: Two despite my sometimes hatefull dislike of my dasd, this song reminds me of some of the funner road trips i've had with him, as this was the mix-tape we would play on the way to so many places. I can still remember rocking out on an old desolate montana road.... it was like peice of rock Nirvana, come to heaven and rested in our car.

Character Post #3.

Emmet's hands shook as he pulled the oddly shiny thing from his pack. What was it? A fighter? A jetplane? Spaceship? "This is something very important to me because you know, I used to play with it all the time" Said Emmet, Holding up the thing, as his hands began to fiddle with it, flipping a peice here, twisting there. "it's A megazord" He said, taking a minute. A couple of deft movements later, he held what one could easily recognize as one of the popular giant robots that populated the children's show. "I got from my parents. Mostly by begging" he said. "I begged and begged and begged untill they got it for me." His hands were back at it, as he focused on the small model robot, flipping it from one shape to another, untill yet another form appeared from it's depths. "I feel like it's kind of a shame I didnt play with it for so long." He said.

Character Sketch Post #2. Bonet.

Bonet stood up before the class, holding her two masks. The surgical types, of the odd  robin's egg blue, and cloth across the mouth, a type I'd only ever seen in manga or reports about bird Flu. "These are two surgical masks." Said Bonet. Her eyes were somewhat downward cast. "See um... when I was little I had a really weak immune system. And sometime's I faked it. For attention from my parents." She rubbed the mask a bit, her eyes cast downward. "Eventually parents figured it out and said, "Oh you're faking it" whenever I got sick" She rocked back a little bit, tottering between sitting on the desk and not. "Then last year... I got tuberculosis" I had to blink at that. Tuberculosis. Wasnt that disease that made you cough blood? ...then again there coulda been a lot of those. "When I came to school, they said that I shouldnt tell anyone. I had to fake it. Say i wasnt that sick. While i wore the mask. People thought I was lying, and a lot of people hated me for it." She said, straight faced... "I couldnt breath in this one" She held up the tortiseshell. "There was a lot of lining in this one. Polymer or something. Maybe that's why?" She shrugged. "This one" She switched shell for strip of cloth. "I could breath in" I was kind of stunned. Wow. That must've sucked. She continued. "My dad and my siblings and I grew closer.We'd drifted apart a bit. after my mom died.... but now..." she smiled, as if she hadnt just told us her mom was dead. "They knew I wasnt lying this time. That was nice." She outright grinned. "I was lucky too. I got the worst kind of tuberculosis. Like the black plauge era, kind. If i handnt gone earlier... The doctors told me I would've died at 25." I could only sit there stunned. Holy crap. She had dealt with more emotional trauma than I'd ever dealt with. And she'd told it, all the while with a smile across her face. She was a tougher girl than I had ever given her credit for. Bonet, if you're reading this, Props to you, girl. Goddamn Props.

Character Sketch Post #1 Myself.

Who better to describe you than yourself, right?

The moment I stepped up there, my voice faltered, and I found the speech I had prepared in my head suddenly infested with "uhhhms" and stutters. Annoying things. I could look at anyone. My eyes refused to go away from the small, cardboard box in my pocket. "It's k-kinda personal." I told them. "See, a-about a year ago... I w-was dating this girl" I grimaced. That could have ended better. "It was more a relationship of convienience than anything..." I felt my cheeks flush, going a brighter red than even their usual luminous red glow."We split up... the relation s-ship went umm.... stale." That was the only way I had to put it. "We couldnt talk about anything... so it just sorta... ended... and  then one d-" I gulped, my thumb rubbing a hole out of that small box.  I feel my cheeks turn it up to eleven. Goddamnit, can't I do anything without my bloody cheeks brodcasting it like bloody radar dishes. "day- there's this girl I t-talk to. A lot.-" it comes out of my mouth in tumbling rush. "-On everything. So one day she asks me... do I like her? like do i LIKE like her." ... screw eleven, the cheeks manage 12. "... and uhm... i said....well I said yes. I realized I really did...love her. " Lucky number thirteeen was my cheek's final stop. . "... so I got her these... earrings. and a couple other things... and uhm... i'm sending em to her... this weekend.......I like her. A lot. and uhm.. that's my show and tell." I moved to sit down.. only to find myself being... applauded? They were applauding me! I hid my head inside my hat, hoping to contain the radiation my cheeks must've been throwing off. I couldnt have deserved applause for that awkward, pause filled mess of a speech... could I?

Accidental Lessons

1. Be cautious about what you eat, and how to speak with your patron saint.
2. Sometimes things just arent meant to be.
3. When you feel like crap, best to stay close to home.
4. . Always keep your valuables on you
5. Always be prepared, even if you dont know for what. And keep a healthy ammo surplus
6. Just because you CAN do it, doesnt mean you should.
7. Keep your mind on what you're doing. Also, rain sucks.
8. Always be kind to strangers. it pays off.
9. Reading pays off, even if it's fiction.
10. You'll get results if you work hard enough.

A. Went to bathroom for five minutes. Came back, Cellphone and DS were both gone
B. Playing Fallout three, went searching around a church. Ended up ground meat due to supermutant infestation.
C. Tried jump off a swing and acheive flight. Ended up with 4 stitches in the chin.
D. Dated a girl for a couple months, found out tastes conflicted, stopped dating.
E. The innumerable times where i've been saved on a test by my nerdly knowledge.
F. Didnt finish a summer project, by shoring it up with dirt. Next day, there was a sand pile in the street.
G. Got appendicitis, endured horrible pain for 3 days.
H. Ate the brownies at the back of the fridge.
I. Held a door for a man. Got Ten Bucks.
J. Became leader of anime club.