illegitimate lovechild

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

doctor doctor, give me the news

For the past two days, I've been sick. It's one of the worse kinds of sick, because it's not so upstated, so I don't get a lot of sympathy, but it's upstated enough that I have a headache all of the time and it hurts to move and swallow.

It's also upstated enough that I can't sleep. Last night I popped some pills that were supposed to put me down, but they failed. This morning, my mom tried to make me go to school, though she didn't know I had slept for around three hours, and spent the other ones coughing up old boots, licence plates, etc. I wasn't in any condition to be going to school, a place that makes me ill even on a good day.

I've been up and down today, but hopefully I can rid myself of the bad humours tonight.


Listening to: Tegan and Sara- Living Room

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Sunday, February 18, 2007

For serious.

TV gets way too bad a rap.

Thoughts?

PS John has a post underneath this one.

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career planning

You know what would be a good time? Starting some sort of 'natural healing' clinic, and then just making stuff up when people came to get treated. I mean, I think I could cook up an elaborate bunch of pseudoscience to support any cure.

It would also probably help to ask all sorts of questions about their past, their diet, the cities they've lived in, crap like that. The deeper it gets, the more I think people would believe, maybe even believe enough to be healed.

The point is, I think I'd make a pretty good con man.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

yeah, I go to school every day.

In my AP Literature and Composition class today, I used the phrase "spare the rod, spoil the child." Some of the students weren't sure what that meant, and my teacher explained by saying that it means parents are supposed to not hit their kids, they should spoil them with love. I disagreed, saying that it actually means if you don't smack/spank/etc. your kids, they'll be spoiled.

My teacher maintained that she was right and I was wrong, then continued teaching, if it could be called that.

So I suppose the point is that I'm in an advanced placement literature course that is going to give me advanced placement in a psychiatric ward.

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lend me your sorrows

I suppose it's slightly appropriate that I'm choosing to post this on Valentine's Day.

I was going to compile a playlist of sad songs, and I was hoping for some suggestions. I only have a few right now, but here they are in no particular order.

Ben Folds Five- Brick
Clem Snide- Your Favorite Music
The Decemberists- Red Right Ankle
Gary Jules- Mad World
The Get Up Kids- Valentine
Guster- I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today
Don Mclean- Starry Starry Night
Neutral Milk Hotel- King of Carrot Flowers Part 1
Neutral Milk Hotel- Oh Comely
Neutral Milk Hotel- Two Headed Boy Part 2
Sigur Ros- Staralfur
The Streets- Dry Your Eyes
Sufjan Stevens- Romulus
Sufjan Stevens- Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid)
Sufjan Stevens- Casimir Pulaski Day
Weezer- Butterfly
Alkaline Trio- Radio

My musical taste is very cyclical, and I suspect it changes with the seasons. I don't know if I have SAD or anything, but nothing gets me down like the dog days of winter.

listening to: They Might Be Giants- Road Movie To Berlin

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