so far, in class...

so far, in class, i have learned about many fascinating things, and partaken in the highest level of intellectual discussion. examples:



CRIMINAL AND CIVIL LAW:
we talked about statutory rape for literally hours, and came to a conclusion that michigan's laws are far too strict and basically all politicians needs to have sex to calm down.

AP CALCULUS:
actual work, nothing fun to report. though t.ratch now has a singing cow toy that parades about the class room on fridays.

FRENCH III/IV:
no new material in terms of the language, but so far we've had cupcakes and birthday cake, and started watching a really good movie about world war one.

PERCUSSION:
music-related things. the most amazing-ever-super-cool-oh-my-god solo has surfaced on marimba, with any luck i'll be able to post a video.

AP-PREP ENGLISH:
this class can very easily be summed up in three eloquent words:

"KILL ME NOW."

though i do love Edgar Allan Poe's works. that's the only plus side. also modernism.



so there's a basic synopsis of school, through the eyes of a snazzy youth.

thoughts on The Human Centipede 2 : Full Sequence.

CINEMATIC GOLD.

truly a beautiful allegory of current events and the taboos of society.


...


ok that's a bullsh*t lie.

i don't think i've ever been more disturbed by a horror movie before, nor have i ever seen a scary movie cause my friends to scream and almost throw up like that.

it was magical.

the best part was that it was all in black and white, except for the poop.


Tom Six: "guys, we need to bring some class to this movie."

Producer: "we should make it black and white! ALL the horror classics are in black and white!"

Tom Six: "YES. but what can we emphasize with color? i'd like there to be color at some parts to bring a more dramatic feel to the movie."

Producer: "how about poop?"

Tom Six: "YES."

#classy.

late post.

the title is relatively self-explanatory, but for those of you who are dull:

it's been awhile.

so yea.

college costs too much.

and financial aid is too complicated.

and i have less than a year to start researching and applying and whatever the hell.

basically, in sam-time*, there is next to no time to do all this.

UGH.



*sam-time is an expression used to easily convey my neurosis. i, like most people who constantly dread the coming of the future and eventual loss of their intellectual upper-hand, require an abnormally high amount of time to plan every small detail of my education. ta-da.

so i'm kind of psychic and it's freaking me out a little.

ok so i have known for a while that i'm...."unique".

basically because i like eating cheetos on my PB&J sandwiches and enjoy playing the xylophone over talking to women.

well, that last part is because i like boys, but regardless.


i've been having weird-ass dreams lately, but they don't seem weird per somnium.

in my dreams i'm just doing normal things, you know, nothing crazy.

but then, usually a few days / a week after the dream, i do what i did in my dream in real life, exactly how i dreamed it.

examples:

1. i dreamt that i was sitting in the auditorium during improv, and i was sitting audience-left. i was facing the crowd (pit area) and someone said something onstage and everyone laughed, but i didn't find it funny. the person was playing an improv game that i was unfamiliar with, and it involved sitting down center stage. in real life, three days later, a new game was introduced at improv titled "the bench game", and for those of you who know what that game is, you'll understand the sitting center stage part. the person onstage was acting bizarre, fishing for laughter, and everyone was laughing but me. i was sitting audience left.
2. a week ago, i dreamt that i was sitting in an armchair, wrapped in a blanket, reading a play that had weirdly written dialogue. it was slow reading, and i was skipping sections. my dog walked by the chair, and whined at me. in real life, basically the exact same shit happened. i was in an armchair, wrapped in a blanket, reading the crucible. i was skipping the asides written by the author. it was slow reading.

and i know that these aren't super crazy examples and i'm not blowing any minds, but there have been other incidents where the same thing happened. i have never had dreams so weirdly specific before, nor have i ever had every detail be almost exact the same in real life.

it's freaking me out a little.

the only living being i will ever need ever, ergo, the post about my dog.

...

i guess we both have those days.

i love my dog.

reasons why:

1.) he will never judge my taste in music

2.) he doesn't care if i dress nicely

3.) he can't talk, and if he did it would only be nice

4.) he has floppy ears

5.) he has more personality than most of my peers

6.) he's cuter than 90+% of humans.

7.) he makes noises like this:

aaaaaauuuuuuuuauauoooooiuuueeaaaaaauoooeeoooaaaaaoooooouuuu!!!!

personally, i'd rather hear that than human-speak.

 



mornings: a poem

O morn
Thy filled with Scorn
You fight my joy!
Pulling me into the fog with
Your Sleep

O morn
Thy are a BUTTCAKE
With an UGLY FACE
and a
FAT ASS.

O morn!

go f*cking die.

the human centipede 2 : full sequence

you have no idea how excited i am to see this movie.

it's been 100% guaranteed to be more disturbing and graphic than the original.

...which was pretty f*cked up already.

so i suppose that isn't really a GOOD thing.


however:


i get to prove my horror movie manhood with this franchise.




...who want's to have a movie night? :)