So I’m working on a project right now that has nothing to do with school. This, I think, is a better alternative to working on my various projects that do have to do with school. Wouldn’t you agree, faceless void which I am writing to?
(void sounds)
Amen, void, amen.
Jon
Recently I was watching a touching short film with a tense and dramatic suicide scene, and all I could think was “No, you fool! It’s down the highway, not across the road! You’ll muck it all up!”
She ended up not doing it, but it still bothers me that Hollywood (or in this case, a student at MTSU) is teaching our kids the wrong way to kill themselves. Suicide is an essential skillset that our schools just don’t teach, and parents seem to be avoiding the subject entirely. Movies and TV are the only way for children to learn essential suicide strategies, and if they teach it wrong, we’ll have a generation of “Girl, Interrupted”s.
So I’ve been keeping my laptop on my bed and typing as I fall asleep. My half conscious ramblings are a source of endless entertainment to me in the morning when I wake up… here’s some of the highlights.
”how cool is that? We get to move to michigan? Kickin yeah! Like in the little league baseball home team. Oh, yahtzee, you’re such a participle. The similarities are striking. However, arm is closer, so he wins! Hooray, for arm! What CAN’T you do, arm? Perhaps set upa just “JPG” that crap, man, and let’s get the hell out ofe here! “but no-bot, there isn’t enough room on the cardboard shuttle! For the example, if a man is fired because of his differing“
”you look back. What do you see. You see a light. What part of the light do you see? The blue part. The red part”
”Crowbar giving sequence in slow motion, punching out a jealous standerby. No one likesphyllis, no one likes willis.”
“okay,bokay paulie paulie ou’re a dear quaint queen quail nunchuk everthing? Don’t yo realize what theyve said about faces? Oh, i knowwhered ou find it the bottom of a quagmire ooh, look at it its so prett andjewels. Why, youdon’t know what the matter with you two is or i’ll kiss the boss and tell him he’’s your son, isn’the? Throw it all away, the gowns, the‘”
I don’t think “bokay paulie paulie ou’re a dear quaint queen quail” really depicts my internal thought processes, but it sure is fun to read later.