Dear Dad...

Get out of the house.
No, I don't think it's "fun" or "cozy" having you home. In fact, I fucking hate it. And so does everyone else because you're making us fucking unhappy. Don't you GET it?
Get a fucking job. And don't just look on the fucking Internet, get outside and drive around and submit applications and don't turn up your nose whenever Mum gives you a suggestion.
(And if you do that, do NOT be enough of a cocky shit to tell me that I need to start from the bottom and work my way up.)
Don't spend three hundred fucking dollars on fucking Gameboys and DVDs. We don't have the fucking money.
Stop trying to change your children. Stop trying to demean your wife.
Stop trying to force yourself into everything we do.
Stop trying to make us like you.
And stop acting like this is all our fault, you pathetic fuck.

Love and kisses,

~Jehane

Things I Do When I'm (Probably) Supposed To Do Something Else

My mind while listening to I'm Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman: Heeeeeeey. Not ALL girls need help climbing up trees! I never needed help climbing up trees!
Did need some help getting down again, though, didn't I?

Sorry for that last entry... I just needed to sort of pound it out.

Today I had the privilege of explaining to Ms. Putt that Artemis was a lesbian.

Ms. Putt, to class: Artemis and her handmaidens didn't have sex.
Me: Er... they probably did. Just not... with men.
Ms. Putt: Oh. *Pause, then-* Oh!
Me, amused: What did you think? She was running around in the woods with beautiful scantily-clad women...
Ms. Putt: I don't know! I thought they relaxed, ate lettuce-
Me: Talked politics? *Grins.*

Not content with corrupting the students of SJA, I go on to corrupt the staff.
I wonder if she knows about Heliogabalus.

My expose = teh horrid awful. This not writing down everything you're going to say business has rendered me incapable of speaking. At least when it comes to French. I just beat the hell out of the one point I had ("I'm pro choice and I think this legislation is bad") and then rambled on a bit, forgot what I was saying, and sat down. Nice one, E.
Also, I should not try to be political. Because frankly no one really gives a shit.
Next time I'll just bring in something shiny, like Pat did. Then everyone will be happy.
Actually I think I might do one on Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Which reminds me, Cait, I think Karen O (the singer) might be another person to put on the 'Devious Bisexuals' list. (Just because I've listened to Maps too much and am willing to believe that everyone on the music scene is a Devious Bisexual. ((Except for ugly people, like Fred Durst or Meatloaf.)) Besides: "Pack up, I'm straight, I'm not"? Oh, Karen, darling, you're not fooling anybody, you know.)

PAL is the spawn of the Devil.
The Devil has a helluva lot of spawn. I wonder if there's sibling rivalry?

My father does not like the White Stripes much at all, but he does go around humming the guitar riff from Seven Nation Army constantly. So this morning, when I brought White Blood Cells into the car, he kept on humming it and looking hopefully at me whenever a new song came on. I had to explain, repeatedly, that no, it wasn't on this CD and the humming wasn't going to make it magically appear.
And he was sad.

Leah's going to bring me Perks Of Being A Wallflower. Hurrah.

Jennah's posters for the GSA are baffling straights everywhere. At this rate we'll never get more than five members. Maybe we should make good on that "homosexuals don't reproduce, they recruit!" stereotype. Announce on the PA that we're willing to give free food if people join.
(The military should do that. It would work.)

A new Strokes site for Cait. With lots of pictures. Lots.


Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
"You do not know the power of the Dark
Side." There are two possibilities: you
are a Star Wars geek, or you are unreasoningly
scary.


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*Coughs.* Star Wars? What's that?

~Jehane (the indomitable)

"Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost." - Russell Baker