No mans land...
I want to break something right about now. Break something, scream, and howl at the moon untill every dog in the neighbourhood joins in with my singing. I'm sure that will pass in a second or two.

In any case, tomorrow is my last exam. Then, come monday, I get to figure out what fricken award I'm asposed to be getting, although I still rekon it's english. And then the forma, and then I'm done with WHS until my ten year reunion.

Actually, I rather like that song. 'No such thing' by Josh Mayer, If you've heard it. Google is one of my many pagan gods, and me and many other net heads gather once a month under the light of the new moon to sit around the fire, sway, take heavy narcotics and hum 'gooooooooooogle' over and over. We then go home feeling at one with the universe. Or the internet, or whatever you wish to term such. Really, quite a buzz.

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above

I am invincible
As long as I'm alive

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for

See? I rather like those lyrics. "I am invincible as long as I'm alive". Pretty cute that. I've always liked a good set of lyrics. I mean, Chapter 24 is a pretty specy set of lyrics, even though I've never had the chance to hear the song (It's from Pink Floyd's early days- Back with Barrett, which may explain the simple funkyness of the lyrics).

Such menial discussion asside, apparently one of my art pieces for school was selected to go in this exhibition. Apparently 'us duffrent'. It's different from the usual stuff, I guess. Which strikes me as odd, given that it's just what I always do printed out. It's actually produced high returns in the praise department- which is at once thoroughly disgusting to me and at the same time rather a buzz. I like bing praised. It means I'm noticed. But at the same time I hate that I like it. Seriously, whay kind of sick little puppy goes scratching around for a few snippets of praise? The occasional pat on the head? And then walks around as though that's all the sustinence they need to be happy- It's disgusting. In any case, my work was dubed 'The all seeing eye' by god knows who and has to be put up this weekend. It's somewhat more comforting to remember that it's just a local thing, they're probably taking anything that isnt' traditional paint on canvas for the exhibition. And concidering how fiew of our class actually made their final art pieces... Well, it's not a big streatch to realise it ain't nothing special. If you finish, that's half the battle.

Maybe I'm just a total square, but it seems to me it would be much easier to just do the damn thing rather then not do it and spend the day trying to hide from the teachers. It's like some bizarre laser-shooting game- Avoid the Teach-bot.

Meanwhile, I'm getting quizzed either by someone working for a fanzine trying to promote the 'modern woman' or a guy pretending to be a girl to get details on womens underware. In either case, I see no reason not to play along. I tried to get a survey done over ICQ once- felt like a total spamer, but it was rather cool to actually get responses. It helped too. Meant I had to do less work. I like doing less work.

Ever had someone contact you who seemed to know exactly who YOU were without you actually knowing who they were? I think I just worked sometihng out...

I'm reading the Deadjournal of a furry/were artist I'm rather fond of at the moment (Huskie). She's posted this whole theological conversation with a person who types like an Evangelion script. Rather an interesting read, if only for the mocking laughter that tickles the back of my mind every so often. She's one of those people I can respect and admore from a distance but would probably be chewed up and spat out by if I were to ever encounter them.
Actually, perception can be a bit decieving at times. While we were being styled-up, I was talking to my pals and we mentioned a person who used to go to school with us. Ledi disliked her because she was a bitch to her, but I thought she was pretty cool. We were in the Musical together, originally to sing the same part but she got moved down. In any case, Zozo backed me up on the 'decent person' department, so I didn't feel like a total sucker. Like I said, I usually assess people on how threatening they are. And people are usually easier to assess if they're by themselves rather then subject to group mentality. Such asside though, I think it is likely better to watch these people from a distance. Like down here, as opposed to over there in America.

Oh, that reminds me. Some time soon I have to make a bit of a 'comment' on the 'political' situation at the moment. It'll be gold I'm sure.

Moof

"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce?
The cuckoo clock."
~Orson Wells, The Third Man
- posted by Washi @ 7:37 pm