it's wrong, kids. no matter how you look at it, it is wrong.
that's my political section for the day. i'm not much in the mood to talk about that kinda stuff right now. mostly, i've been thinking about this quote.
"he who makes a beast of himself
gets rid of the pain of being a man."
--samuel johnson.
i get to thinking about the kids in our grade who party. i get to thinking about the dropouts, the kids who just don't care anymore about themselves or those around them.
or, those that are so fed up with the world, they prefer to just drop out of convential society.
kids that just seem to disappear.
is this what they're doing? by turning themselves into outcasts, are they really escaping the bad things in their life? that quote was used in the beginning of fear and loathing...and i know the purpose of that movie was to find the american dream, the dream that "you can be anything you want to be." it just involved a lot of drugs for them.
so, were gonzo and duke searching for a way to get away from their problems? or, were they just irresponsible drug addicts?
do people who drink and some pot and whatever actually wish to escape from their worlds? is that what they're thinking? personally, i'm sick of the whole "drinking to fit in" thing, so i'll go with "i'm getting away from my problems."
is johnson right? i don't know. i don't even know why i'm saying this.
i think i might actually get all my lines down tomorrow. we ran the scene a second time, and it went much better. jason had his, i had mine, jen was good. was all around better.
time for tonight's survey. the big question this monday evening?
mindy says:
mistertravis: lou depaul has to take
a placement test to get into PSU. how badly will be do?
aeromoose38: he wont he'll do just
fine, and actually way better than he thinks
mistertravis: come on now.
dont lie to the boy
mistertravis: on a scale from 0
to -30
aeromoose38: -8....
mistertravis: thats pretty bad
lou himself says:
mistertravis: teehee, tonights survey
is about your test
LJDPIII: my test?
mistertravis: your placement test
LJDPIII: ah...
LJDPIII: how i will do?
mistertravis: yeah, lol
mistertravis: on a scale from 0
to -30
mistertravis: HAHAHAHAHAHA
mistertravis: get it!?!?!?!??!?!
LJDPIII: :-)
LJDPIII: fuck u
(such a mouth on that boy...)
michelle says:
mistertravis: lou depaul has to take
a placement test to get into PSU. how badly will be do?
BassC440: on what kind of scale
mistertravis: 0 to -30
BassC440: haha
BassC440: PSU main? or berks
mistertravis: berks
mistertravis: of course. hahahahahahahhahahQQQQQQQQQQQQQ~!~~~~!!!!!!!
BassC440: :-)
mistertravis: so...uhm...how bad?
BassC440: badly bad
BassC440: he's going to have to
go to penn state bowmansville
mistertravis: thats in my basement
jason says:
mistertravis: lou depaul has to take
a placement test to get into PSU. how badly will be do?
ThatBandJD: i dunno
mistertravis: tell me
ThatBandJD: what are you talking
about
mistertravis: he has to take a placement
test. we both know he'll do badly. but, on a scale from 0 to
-30, just HOW badly?
mistertravis: its for my site, by
the way
ThatBandJD: oh
ThatBandJD: i'll give him a 21
mistertravis: -21?
ThatBandJD: +21
ThatBandJD: on a 0 to +30
mistertravis: thats nice of you
ThatBandJD: i have faith
amber says:
mistertravis: lou depaul has to take
a placement test to get into PSU. how badly will be do?
dunksmiles: survey question of the
evening?
mistertravis: ...no.
dunksmiles: hmm... he will do just
fine, pass with flying colors, until mrs. linton shows up and hands out
calculus problems, in which case he will scream and run
mistertravis: what will he scream?
will it be a masculine or womanish scream?
dunksmiles: masculine
mistertravis: SURE
dunksmiles: do you doubt it?
mistertravis: well, i've heard the
boy scream before
fallon says:
mistertravis: lou depaul has to take
a placement test to get into PSU. how badly will be do?
FAL31484: very badly
mistertravis: on a scale from zero
to negative thirty, how badly?
FAL31484: -29
(uh-oh...here comes the litmus test.)
LISA says:
mistertravis: lou has to take a placement
test to get into PSU. we know he's going to do badly, but, on a scale
from zero to negative thirty, how badly will he do? (this is for my site,
by the way)
SoKissable415: well...
SoKissable415: i'm going to say
no comment:-)
mistertravis: ouch
SoKissable415: though he doesn't
read your site anyway
mistertravis: ...damn him.
SoKissable415: and you can have
lou for your valentine if you want!
mistertravis: really? thanks
there you have it.
oh, wait! what's this?
SoKissable415: he will be
do fine, I have faith in him
mistertravis: yeah, me too
awwwwwww. how nice. there you go, lou.
seriously, he'll do fine. because if he doesn't, i'm going to have to live all alone in reading, and i don't want to do that.
GO LOU GO!
anyway, i'm heading off.
to end, the lyrics to the song i've listened to like ten times today.
"I count to three and grin.
You smile and let me in.
We sit and watch the wall you
painted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on about the
way
that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that
you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers
things
you told it to forget.
How those furious affections
followed you.
I've got this store-bought way
of saying I'm okay,
and you learned how to cry in
total silence.
We're talented and bright.
We're lonely and uptight.
We've found some lovely ways
to disappoint,
but the airport's almost empty
this time of the year,
so let's go play on a baggage
carousel.
Set our watches forward
like we're just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well.
Hold on to the corners of today,
and we'll fold it up to save
until it's needed.
Stand still.
Let me scrub that brackish line
that you got when something rose and then receded."
--the weakerthans; "watermark"
laterrrrrrrrrrrr.
-t
PS:
i still need a valentine.
i somehow doubt lou will be enough.
if you would pick me as a valentine, here is what i will give you.
-one (1) stuffed dog, originally
purchased for the girl who dumped my sorry ass.
-one (1) horribly cliched, sappy
poem.
-one (1) big heart!
i shall repeat it: i am a loser.
anyway, if you've got someone this valentine's day, count yourself lucky. you won't realize how much they mean to you until they're gone. ok, i'm tired and even more sick of the way things are now than when i started. i'm off to bed.