Saturday, December 6, 2008

Flight of the Conchords

"Do they smoke grass in space? Or astroturf?"

Friday, December 5, 2008

Communism Friday

During Hi-Q, I was informed by Sam B. that Tboc told his class about the "episode" last year involving the flag of a particular, formerly communist country. For Matt's 16th b-day we made USSR flags and were going to bring them into school on the start of the October Revolution adjusted for the Gregorian Calendar. As the day rolled in and on to Enhancement, we taped the offending symbol of humanity to his door and waited for third period, our special time with him. Repressing smiles and giggles, we took our seats and smiled harder at the semi-devious looks he was giving us. Walking up to my desk holding an envelope, he emptied its contents, the shredded remains of my flag onto the desk. Attempting to return them to their former state by means of puzzle solving, he took "the winds of Democracy," borne from the flap of a folder, to ruin my efforts. Only partially dissuaded I have kept the pieces in my purse for over a year now. Knowing that the story of my flag's trials were told, it was time to bring them out of exile. Shortly after being informed, Matt and I took to the reconstruction and rise of communism from the ashes, forged in greatness as the phoenix from flame. Pieced together, we were missing two pieces, but also had three "extra" pieces that wouldn't fit and therefore were ignored. The final product was a work of beauty and signed with, "The winds of Democracy will never sway the endless ideology that is Communism. Sincerely, Chloe (Hammer/Sickle and Heart)." Taking the opportunity at the switch of third to lunch, I got tape from Poli and and stuck that piece of paper to the outside of his window while he was teaching less than three feet away. It was a day of victory and several tests.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

I'm Excited

I talked to my brother. I read wiki articles. I watched movies. I listened to music. I've considered costs and risks and consequences. I looked at pictures. I glanced at books. I assessed what it means to what little morality I have left.

Bring it on.

I'm going to be exciting. Of course I'm awesome and hilarious, and maybe this does have something to do with that, but what the hell have I really done? This was my summer, and it will be my winter too.