*Shakes fist at errant mind.*

You are a very bad mind.
I am supposed to be thinking Serious, Scholarly Thoughts about... I don't know, world hunger or Friedrich Nietzsche or something. Something deep and meaningful and perhaps just a tad pretentious.
But you keep on interrupting me with images of Strokes-lovin'.
(Oh, and a vision of Jack White singing My Sharona. And what the hell was up with THAT?)
How do you expect me to think Grand and Wonderful Thoughts when you distract me in such a manner? And how am I supposed to get any work done when I'm constantly stopping to snigger to myself, cease my blushing, and think about generic things like paper clips to get my mind back on track?
(Whee! Paper clips!)
(Jack has a stuffed pig named Ponchita, did you know that? Well, he does.)
I mean, you even managed to corrupt Cait. Poor, sweet, innocent Cait...
*Found it rather hard to keep a straight face while typing that.*
So, please stop it. At least, for a while. You know, while I'm in school.
(Although thank you VERY much for the dreams. Your cheque is in the mail.)

You know, I get the idea that in most schools if some guy was stabbed in the neck and side, the other students would be sent home. At John A they just tell us to stay in our classrooms for a while while they mop up the blood.
Yeah, one of the Wagners- Daniel?- stabbed someone in the hall upstairs, by Kerrin's locker. S'like a fucking episode of Boston Public. Hopefully they'll finally expell the fucktard. Can't remember the other guy's name- I hope he's alright. Christ, it's a miracle the knife missed his jugular.
And the girl who went into a coma after she got stuck in the snow? Her parents pulled the plug today, because if they'd kept her on life support she would have been a vegetable.
Cheerful news.

Something that might surprise you- you know that Mel Gibson movie, The Passion of the Christ? The one that's supposedly all gore and no plot? The one reputed to be anti-Semetic and have nothing to do with any of Jay-sus's teachings? The one the Pope likes?
I want to go see it.
Yes, that's what I said.
I didn't expect to want to either, but for some reason- perhaps only to a sick fuck like myself- it sort of sounds funny. No, I don't know why either...
Well, I tell a lie. This might have something to do with it. Because, and I quote:
"Oh, he's swell! First off, he does this really great party trick which is sort of a reverse got-your-nose bit ... so if someone hacks off your ear, he totally puts it right back on. And he's really nice and kind and accepting of everyone, as long as they have a good heart. That'd probably make for the really good basis for a religion, don't you know. *nods solemnly* Also, along with all of the otherworldly abilities you get when you're the Son of God and all, Jesus also constructed an earlier version of the dining room set you see given away on "The Price is Right" all the time. (But not that much earlier.)
Ooo, and he's got a great ass."
Somehow I never imagine Jebus as having a great ass.
And, of course, there's also this. See? Catholics can hate religiously-excused violence pornography too!
So, basically, I want to go see it so that I can laugh at it. Although I get the idea that some of the people in the audience might be offended were I to do so. It being their savior and all.
Still. Creepy Manson-esque Satan with a muppet baby. Can't miss that, can I?

I have been Andre's therapist lately. It's been quite nice. I miss talking to him. Even when I'm talking to him, if that makes any sense.
Miss lots of people. And don't miss others.

One of the reasons I love Spin. Because you have to love a magazine that publishes sex lists.

~Jehane (the irreverent)

"The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window." - Stephen King