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| "She lit his heart on fire, then laughed and walked away."-Max Reger
What does that mean to you? | | |
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Once upon a time
I was with the Kapfers on a journey
That would take me far away
To an exciting Forensics tourney
It was early morning
With a slight spring breeze
When I made a startling observation
Concerning all the trees
They were all so tall and elegant
The colors, both light and dark
There was only one thing wrong
They were all covered in bark
Woods weren't meant for this
They are there for birds and the bees
So I turned to all my dear colleages and said
I think we should take all the bark off the trees
Think of the wood of the trees
Not uneven for the animal's feet
Fuel Cell cars might be cool
But barkless trees would be sweet
and shoutout to brooke for her contribution to this poem |
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| and a shoutout to brooke for her contribution to this poem |
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| Xanga is dumb, it's also dead | | |
| Some thoughts I've been having
I think the person who thought up the concept of the "gift certificate" was a devilish prankster. Gift certificate: money you can only spend in one place. I fail to see how this idea improves our quality of life.
I think chickens try to say "buckles" all the time, but they stutter.
And finally, reflecting upon my first week of having a credit card
I think credit cards are a great idea. I'm not sure how they work within the economy, but I like not having to pay money for anything anymore. The bartering system was used for thousands of years in the days of old; finally, we're rediscovering it today. I'm not sure why all these clerks would want to rent my card for a couple minutes, but if that's what they want in exchange for the stuff I want to buy, I'll gladly indulge them. I only wish the credit card companies would decide on what they'll charge me to have a card. Sometimes it seems like the bill is different every month. | | |
| Social conventions are all right in their place, but I think the ones that dictate how we act around people we aren't even interacting with are annoyingly arbitrary. Consider this. You're walking down a populated hallway at school. You realize that you forgot something and must turn around to go get it. You are not allowed simply to turn around and walk in the other direction, because this appears stupid to everyone else (none of whom care what you do in the least). Instead, you must give some visual indication of why you are deciding to change directions. An eye roll accompanied by a frustrated grunt is acceptable, for instance, for this indicates that you have forgotten something and are perturbed that you have to hike it all the way back from whence you came. A forehead slap is an alternative that conveys the same information. I'm going to rebel against this ridiculousness. I'm going find a populated hallway or street and walk down it in alternating directions repeatedly, never once acting out the part of forgetfulness, just to spite that silly unspoken social convention. People who see me do it will then be more comfortable doing it themselves. And when my little revolution is won, I'll be heralded as the champion of the new world order. | | |
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