Three things...

[ishyface]

1. The good computer (the one with AIM and MSN that normally doesn't randomly explode) has exploded. This means that contacting me via e-mail will be impossible for a week or so. If you have something you want to say call me or do the journal thing.

2. I always mix up "prostrate" and "prostate." Kind of like how I used to mix up "erratic" and "erotic." Very embarrassing, that.

3. I no longer feel like living up to my potential.

Comments

[feel-the-song.livejournal.com]

you should read the book "potential" by ariel something or other, it's great and at the library

[fmith.livejournal.com]

I have never lived up to my potential. Ever.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Don't ever try it. It's too tiring.
I think the plan from this point on is to slowly go nuts at some dead-end job. Then move to Paris to live with the whores. (All my plans end like that.)

[fmith.livejournal.com]

I'm already tired. At this point I'm just sort of wondering when I'll grow up.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Growing up is for wussies.
Remember, Dean, REAL MEN never grow up.

[fmith.livejournal.com]

And moon men never kid. Got it.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Er.
Yes.

[fmith.livejournal.com]

... I made a Babar reference. I think I need help.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's what it was!
I was never into Babar as a kid. Kind of creeped me out.

[fmith.livejournal.com]

I ... was.

Yeah.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

I liked... these weird British books that my mum would always buy that had kids with names like Alfie and Annie Rose eating cornflakes and going to the part with their nannies.
And Amelia Bedelia.

[uncommon-crow.livejournal.com]

Today

Today I will not live up to my potential.
Today I will not relate well to my peer group.
Today I will not contribute in class.
I will not volunteer one thing.

Today I will not strive to do better.
Today I will not achieve or adjust or grow enriched or get involved.
I will not put up my hand even if the teacher is wrong and I can prove it.

Today I might eat the eraser off my pencil.
I'll look at clouds.
I'll be late.
I don't think I'll wash.

I need a rest.

-Jean Little

(which describes my mood perfectly.)

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and re: #2: having been brought up in the church, I've been present on at least one occasion in which the unfortunate sucker reading the week's scripture confused "prostrate" and "prostate".

It certainly made the Deuteronomy reading more interesting...

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

I was actually thinking about that poem when I wrote this entry. A+.

[uncommon-crow.livejournal.com]

::the boy makes a sweeping bow in your direction to hide the fact that he's blushing a bit::

My little brother learned the poem for a speech arts competition years and years ago. We still make each other laugh by looking solemnly at each other and saying "Today... I might eat the eraser off my pencil."

::the boy retires to his corner, still blushing::

[crazykawaii.livejournal.com]

Living up to your potential is overrated. Everyone needs regular hedonism breaks.

[missdeathie.livejournal.com]

can't you install msn/aim on any computer?

at least you can say Thrushcross Grange? *pets*

come be a slackerrr with Carrie and i! because, word, i will let my lazyiness wear off. we can run off somewhere, and yell, 'whee!' or something. *nods*

[uncommon-crow.livejournal.com]

On the theme of moving to Paris to live with the whores, have you read any of Louis de Bernières' South American trilogy? Not that it has anything to do with Paris, except peripherally, but they're rather good. And a book with the glorious title of The War of Don Emmanuel's Nether Parts... how can you say no?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

I can NEVER say no to nether parts. Ever.