School has started again! Whoopy!!!!!!! So far has been stressful, crazy, fun, nonsequitor, and lazy all at the same time.

So, my thoughts on illustrator is that it has a mind of its own. Seriously. While i was watching Nathan work today, it seemed to move text to wherever it pleased. NOT COOL, by the way, especially if you’re trying to make dividers so you don’t fail for multimedia!

Now seminars, waste of time as we all well know. Ms. Barker’s rants about how we don’t spend enough time volunteering are always a big hit with the crowds.

Enough for now, I must return to Max and the Office.

I had this conversation, well, kind of, with my dad. And it consisted of him saying almost everything with words out of order. which i must say, is very fun to do.

“Done is not you think you is.”

it’s just fun to yell out stuff like that.

“TAKE ME DRUNK I’M HOME!” or “DRUNK I’M SEE NOT!!”

“DRUNK IS NOT YOU THINK I’M IS?”

haha, “want some more coffs of cuppy?”

“What? You have dain bramage?”

But also, I discovered what’s on a ferret’s mind.

And all it thinks is “DIG TO CHINA. DIG TO CHINA DIG TO CHINA!!”

You could put that out of order “China dig to china dig to!”

Every now and then, it will bust out into song: “Hi ho, hi ho, we’re off to China we go!!”

Think of until I more.

Damn you and your albino wallabies….Yes..that’s right, I said it!

I’m not really sure where I came up with that, but I just woke up one morning and had the urge to say it all day. finally, I got to yell it out randomly at the end of the day.

Today was an odd day..very awkward. In English, we watched Romeo and Juliet…a horrible, classic tragedy which wasn’t written in any readable language. So, during hte last part, 90% of the class starts crying, the other 10% is asleep, not paying atttention, or was like me and writing a much more destructive version of this tragedy in which everyone dies, but not from a broken heart.

Yes..very awkward to be in that place at that time..

:(

Nathan’s book…very interesting. This is the single most important book in the history of Commarts (and maybe even high school). It’s entitled “The Book”.

Inside it includes stories of various humorous events throughout our daily lives at school, and also very interesting things such as how to transfer ownership of a bus to another person.

Also, following each entry is a quote. Very fun to watch Reona Sasaki and her perfect example of how NOT to get into the book.

Until tomorrow,

Taylor

Anyway, it has probably one of the best lyrics ever: “I hope I die before I get old.” Pretty awesome, eh?

Well, Hilary Duff decided to come in and do a version of this song. But, she completely killed it by changing the lyrics to “I hope i DON’T die before I get old.”

this really angers me. In all honesty, it killed the song’s meaning completely. If i had any say in Hilary Duff’s singing of this song, she would have had to listen to me rant for hours about her stupidity in adding in a word, which changed the meaning of the song, which now made me very angry at her.

For your enjoyment:

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Happy music has NO purpose in this life. Honestly, like Hellogoodbye? Think about it. Any band with a lyrics such as
“Oh girl, it’s true
I can never be away from you
It’s like you gloss your lips with glue
Oh we kiss and I am stuck to you”
really doesn’t need to exist, now do they?

No one can really be that happy! Actually, they can, but it’s so freaking unnatural it’s not even funny.

But maybe i’m just being biased because I hate that sort of pop-ish music. It doesn’t have any point to exist in my life only because it annoys me so much that i want to kick puppies (not really). But it annoys me very much.

Which reminds me of the time my sister was running at me screaming “SEE THE LIGHT TAYLOR!! SEE THE HAPPINESS” and i was like…what happiness? We’re in a deserted old town in some random desert in New Mexico. Yeah, REAL bundle of happiness right there dear.

I dunno. Looking over at this word count thing that keeps updating randomly as I type sends me back to that dreaded College Speech for some reason. And i’m thinking “NO NO NO NO!!”
Because in that speech, i started BSing it because I had to fill up space.  So I talked about how much I dispise the smell of ketchup (which by the way, really is terrible). And I don’t want another repeat of that.

So back on topic, somewhat. Personally, i say instead of listening to fake-happy music such as Hellogoodbye, you should listen to Combichrist, or Icon of Coil.

See? Pretty cool eh? That’s Andy Laplegua (Dj Scandy). Lead guy to both bands. yeah, he’s pretty rad. Music is pretty cool too. Fun to dance to, kind of. More electro then techno. But it’s a bit obscene, so no youngsters please.

You know what, in light of recent events in the past hour, i’m done writing for the night. Sorry kiddos. Maybe more later. But i’m in an awful mood.

Night all.

Taylor

Esepcially the Wallaby. Yes, very random, but very cute.

Adorable? Yes, I thought so.

Plus, I have a platypus and echidna fettish. Don’t like it? Bite me.

See? It’s a very calm and relaxed little critter. If only we were all like that, it would be amazing. I mean, who wouldn’t want to sit around all day, just eating, walking, and sleeping with all that protection? Gee, if anyone were to step on me with all those spikes on, I would hope i stuck them good and hard.

More later, i’m just a bit lazy right now and must sleep before TAKS in the morning.

Have a nice..whatever time of day you’re reading this.

Taylor

Along the way, half of the people hiking built these random wheelchair looking things out of moss and logs because for some reason they couldn’t walk anymore. Well, when the world shifted upside down, they fell off the mountain, and were never heard from again (cliché much)?

AnywayS, when we got to the top, Matt and Sasha actually did dye their hair black, and ran away to Africa. But, the journey back down the mountain only took a few steps for some weird, unknown reason.

Angelina Jolie eventually noticed that they were missing, and started running around in circles shouting “SASHA!!! MATT!!!” Mr. Rendon  thought she was playing some odd game for him, so he started chasing her around in circles shouting “COME TO ME ANGIE!!!”

Well, Angelina Jolie ended up freaking out and screaming that there was some crazy stalker chasing her, so then, she ended up falling down the mountain, and Mr. Rendon, heartbroken as he was, fell to his demise with her.

For you Commarts kiddos, this will make much more sense.

I’m in Taft. I’m not sure how I know it’s Taft because everything looks different, but I know it is. I’m on my to math with Mrs. Rose when I get sidetracked because some of the staircases are missing their stairs so if you try to leap over them, and miss, you will fall into infinity.

When I walk into math, only a few minutes late, Mr. Rendon is subbing for us (and by us I mean half of the Commarts freshman class-don’t ask why just us).  After his ranting on my tardiness, I eventualy make it to my seat. At that time, I look at his face for the first time since i walked into the room. And to my horror, his eyes are so bloodshot they resemble a firetruck.

At first i thought he had a rough 4/20 (yes it was around that time), but then I realized he was completely blazed.

So, I come up with the idea to get out of his class. After doing some sneaky ninja type moves, I make it into the hall and start running. I get to the only working staircase to my knowledge, only to find that those stairs are now leading to infinity also.

While I begin cowering in a corner, Mrs. Rose shows up and shows me a secret door in her huge office which magically leads right into Commarts. At this point, I was thinking “Yay I won and beat Mr. Rendon” (meaning he didn’t kill me, because stoner teachers are evil).

Then, right when i make it through the door to Commarts, Rendon is there….

His eyes are still red, and he’s drooling and growling (which made me feel uncomftorable). While he’s ranting again, i look down at his hands to find he has Ms. D’s nails…

When he catches me looking, he starts chasing me saying he was very hungry. I went to assume he was crashing and had some SERIOUS munchies (plus, Ms. D likes to eat us students of hers, and he did have her nails).

At this point, I fell down the stairs into infinity. Unfortunatly, so did Rendon. I spent the last few seconds of my dream, falling into a never ending abyss with a crazy stoner teacher obsessed with Angelina Jolie.