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Post by Mizagium on Aug 19, 2010 14:45:44 GMT -5
Damn producers. They never make good decisions.
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Post by Razgat on Aug 21, 2010 22:55:38 GMT -5
Since I was sick, I sort of forgot. Here's Friday's.
August 20
Today was our scrapbook work day. Everyone had to bring in a newpaper, but there were quite a lot of Aug. 19 additions (Hm, wonder why). Anyway, we had to find three things in there (an article about the executive branch and the house or senate and a political cartoon), cut them out, write a summary, and turn them in. Seems easy enough, right? Wrong. For some reason, our newspapers like to talk about a baby being bitch slapped on an airplane more than Obama. The only article I found on him was about a quarter of a page. The baby one? The whole bottom half. So everyone was freaking out because no one could find anything we needed, and we would get a zero if we didn't find anything.
I only found one article in my newspaper. For some reason, there was also only one cartoon that had nothing to do with federal govt. I had to borrow other newspapers to find things. Eventually, I did find something on the "Senate" (It was all about prison, but since there was a quote from a senator I say it counts), and I found a cartoon about unemployment. It took me about 5 min to write up all the summaries, but it took me an hr plus part of study hall to find the stupid articles. For my actual scrapbook, I'm definitely using the 50% internet articles.
Also, Toby asked if I was Jewish....I look Jewish?
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 21, 2010 23:04:02 GMT -5
Oh, Toby
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Aug 21, 2010 23:23:45 GMT -5
that;s the thing about the scrapbook. you THINK it will be easy to find articles about that stuff because, hey, it's important stuff right? WRONG!!!!!!!
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Post by Razgat on Aug 25, 2010 21:46:48 GMT -5
Since I was sick, I sort of forgot about this. So I'm going to to a recap of monday, tuesday, and today. These are August 23, 24, and 25.
So Monday, what did we do? Discussion Day! Oh, goody. I'm so excited I could drown a puppy. So what's the topic today? Oh, I hope it's something new or interesting or mind bogglingly better than downing the goop remover on your bookshelf. Maybe it'll be about some new invention, or some law being passed, or the price of stamps because I can never seem to remember those,but I always like to have pretty ones. Like snowmen. Wouldn't the recipient of that letter smile after seeing a smiling snowman? I hope so because I mailed my medical forms with one (You have consumption. Here's a snowman. I hope it makes you happy because when he melts, you die). So what will it be, Mrs. Democrat? Oh, it's Obama. How joyfully delightful.
So what about Obama? What could our class possibly have to say that hasn't been said one hundred times? "HE'S A MUSLIM!" Oh, forgive me. What could our top ranked regular government class possibly have to say that hasn't been said one million times? You have no idea how many times I have heard this in ANY discussion in this class. HE WASN'T BORN IN AMERICA! Don't you think that the Republicans would have done ANYTHING to prove that if it were true? With all our special secret services like CREEP and whatnot? No? Well, I don't care, you underachievers. And as for you overachievers? Congrats, you're stuck in this class with me. NO MORE OBAMA! NO! BAD! Next time, I'll break out the spray bottle.
So...what next? The MOSQUE!!!!.....Well, it's not Obama.
Bleh. I have a feeling this is going to be added onto that "Things Never To Be Mentioned At A Party" list. This is just a crap load of emotions and stupidity wrapped up into one. Of course the class had opinions. Some of us knew facts. Some of us didn't. Toby, on the other hand, was way ahead of us. He was already listing conspiracies. You see, the land that was bought for the mosque (community center) was bought before 9/11. So, therefore, the builders must have been in cahoots with the terrorists, and they planned the whole thing....I don't see the connection, Toby, but keep working on it. I smell a cinema.
I for one just think of it as a community center built two blocks away from the site of a nine year old tragedy built in an area where all the good spots are taken by Mickey D's. Seriously, there must be over 300 there. As for Muslim community centers? (With basketball courts. Yes, they are building one.) How many of those do you see? Plus, as much as I know, it's being built in Manhattan. That place is, what, three miles wide? .....Why do they still have room for mosques? Hasn't McDonald's taken over yet? Seriously, that's been a thriving area for decades. WHY DO YOU HAVE LAND!?
I forget what we talked about after that....I must have blacked out. All I know is that I was thinking about lunch and the bathroom. "Damn Obama, I have to pee!"
So...tuesday. POP QUIZ! It was over a section which I did not read. There were ten questions. Guess who got a 100 for guessing? Hell yeah, I love that class. But enough bragging. Peach cobbler is delicious...but we did not have that for lunch. I had a sandwich the size of my fist, and I paid $1.50 for it. Hooray for school lunch, and hoorah for typing aimlessly. Stream of consciousness is fun. Anemone.
Today? Dude, I don't even remember. Something about the Declaration of Independence. It did not start out with "We the people of the United States....", so therefore I say the book is doing it wrong. For a second, I didn't even know I was reading the Declaration. It was worded almost the same way as the actual book...only with big words...which I had to define, by the way. Pick five words you don't understand. Me, being in that class only because I didn't want to deal with correcting the mistake of not putting me in AP, could understand pretty much all of it. Did I put random words on there? Why, yes, I did. "This word looks complicated...I bet most kids don't know it." Annihilation. "Oh..."
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Aug 26, 2010 16:03:29 GMT -5
anemone
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Post by Razgat on Aug 26, 2010 16:16:00 GMT -5
August 26
So...we graded our Declarations worksheets, and then we chilled. Or at least I did. Though the other day, there was this one art kid in my class. He creates these wooden figurines, abstract I think, but sketches them, too. Mrs. Democrat was looking at them, and she got to this one picture. Apparently, she thought it looked provocative. I thought she was embarrassing him or something, and I was curious, so I went over there to go see. What was it a picture of? A guy sitting. It was abstract, but not really. But still, how in the hell was this provocative? I mean, really, he's sitting...with his hands in his lap....what did you think he was doing, Mrs. Democrat, masturbating?
Well, I told her I didn't see how it was provocative. I sware, she looked at me like I was an idiot. "You don't see that? How can it not look provocative?" Well, he's sitting...that's pretty much it. She asked if I was an artist. Well...I guess you could put it that way. Sure. I draw and such. Well, I guess this answered her question, because "Artists see the world differently than we do."
This should have been inspriational, no? Wrong. The way she said it made me sound like a lepper. I was the weirdo who sees strange things and is different from normal people. I'm different. Well, you know what, Mrs. Democrat? You can tell that to Da Vinci when I accidentally spill goo begone into your coffee. (Which she made Toby get for her, btw. I am convinced she's slowly turning him into her slave.)
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 26, 2010 16:24:56 GMT -5
anemone
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Aug 26, 2010 21:04:20 GMT -5
STINGRAY UP IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER  |
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Post by Razgat on Sept 17, 2010 17:40:54 GMT -5
Ok, so with band, AP classes, projects, books to read, and homework I've barely had time to do ANYTHING! So today I'll give a little recap of the events enchanting enough for me to remember.
So we have this one student from Columbia. He's lived here for about six years (from what I can remember). We had a quiz about basic American History and Democracy. Mrs. Democrat, who had just handed back our grades, decided to address the class. She wondered...why did the Columbian kid score better than a class full of Americans? Well, Mrs. Democrat, that kid happens to be smart and knows three languages. But he's Columbian.
Yes, Mrs. Democrat, his origins have everything to do with his grade. Because Columbian kids just love our country so much that they eat our history up like a mongoose in a snake pit. We should all just drop our quizes of failure and bow down to the Columbian kid for his insightful description of democracy. Origins have everything to do with it. But then, Mrs. Democrat, why didn't the Asian kid in the back score a 600? Huh? Being Asian has nothing to do with it....but being Columbian does. Since I'm was born in America, does that make me a God in France for making French toast? I should move, then...
Other than that, Toby is starting to get on EVERYONE'S nerves. He was hilarious at first and the star of my little logs, but I've discovered he's like that flaming taco supreme from that why-hasn't-the-health-inspector-shut-this-down mexican restaurant. It looks delicious with it's hell hot peppers and who-knows-where-it-came-from meat filling. Not to mention the is-that-shaving-cream sour cream that has that tint of green, and a whole package of assorted deathly tantalizing toppings. It's glorious, it's beautiful, you're sure God himself took the greasiest and unhealthiest spawn of the earth and placed it in this wholy throne of crunchy wheat, and you want it inside you. You know you'll regret it, but you don't care. You want to feel that health violating god food slide down your throat. And you do. It's magical. You've never eaten such a delicacy. You swear you'd die right then and there from the pure happiness it gives you.
And what come's out of this? Three days passed out on your bathroom floor, enough sweat to fill an olympic swimming pool, and the grim thoughts as to who "Margarita" is and why her name is tattoed onto your toungue. All this with the nine circles of hell filing through your bowels and exploding into your toilet. It isn't pretty, folks, and I hate to say it, but Toby is that taco. Yeah, it was cute and all with your silly little comments, but enough is enough, and now you're just sounding like a retarded cow. And if the sane ones can be tipped witha finger, I can only imagine which slauter house you'll wander into. He's pushed many people to the point where violence came close to happening right in front of my desk. Though this would be quite entertaining, I'd rather not want the possibility of two sweaty guys falling on top of me.
So yeah....Toby's an idiot.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Sept 17, 2010 19:09:26 GMT -5
That. Was. Amazing.
By the gods, you seem to be discovering the anti-life equation!
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 17, 2010 20:02:34 GMT -5
these two paragraphs are gold.
No that's not good enough.
Platinum. Gold-plated platinum inlaid with precious stones.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Sept 17, 2010 20:05:46 GMT -5
this needs a .jpg
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 17, 2010 20:09:08 GMT -5
 This but with whatever I just said covering it. |
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Post by Monika on Sept 17, 2010 20:17:47 GMT -5
Toby looks delicious with its who-knows-where-it-came-from meat filling. It's glorious, it's beautiful and you want it inside you. You know you'll regret it, but you don't care. You want to feel that health violating god food slide down your throat. And you do. It's magical. You've never eaten such a delicacy. You swear you'd die right then and there from the pure happiness it gives you. What. Context removed by Price Industries. |
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Sept 17, 2010 20:44:29 GMT -5
This but with whatever I just said covering it. \ fuck yes |
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