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04/18/2003 entry: "La la la-la Lola"
That's the way that I wanted to stay
And I always wanted to be that way
For my Lola
La la la-la Lola
Anyways. It's Easter weekend. I'm going home at about 2pm today, so for anyone who reads this and wants to get a hold of me, here's how it's going to work.
1) I'm leaving my instant messenger up here at school (however long THAT will last...) but under the screenname: starryeyedha
2) My cell phone number will be where it usually is, just for that name. I think it might still be in my livejournal profile too..
3) email @ rachel@industrialbeauty.com
4) call my house if you have the number (which I think like two people in the world have)
With that said, I really can't think of much else to say. Today was a short day. I was up a tad late last night though. I went to visit Sarah at Ward's front desk at around 10 or so, hung out there for the rest of her shift, and then we watched TNT in her room. They were playing A Perfect Murder. It's an okay movie. Michael Dougl-- oh, wait, I was going to give away the ending. Hm.
But yeah, that ended at around 1am. Sarah lent me a copy of Bless the Child, she thinks I might like it. She brought it up because I had been talking about this special on Waco that was on TV while I was cleaning my room.
Oh, that reminds me of something odd that happened in class today. See, I was cleaning instead of reading an anarchist essay (I didn't get far enough to notice the whole anarcy part or I would have read the whole damn thing). Anyhow, a girl in my class said she was kind of shocked reading the essay. She was surprised and kind of put off by all the talk of god being made by man rather than the other way around.
Now... imagine me sitting there listening to this. I'm sure I had the strangest, funniest look on my face. Leaning forward, one eyebrow raised, mouth open in an attempt to comprehend what she just said. I couldn't believe it. It was as if she had never heard or read anything related to anarchy in her life! What the hell?
Of course, upon reflection, I considered the fact that I had done my time in the punk music scene. Er, genre. I'm never in "scenes". But, I mean you listen to enough punk (I'm not going to get into defining that right now) you get the gist (jist? ghhhjist?) of anarchy and all that. Granted it's not all genius philosophical stuff, but.. you get it. And plus, I'm much more comfortable reading anarchist literature than Christian literature for personal reasons. So... I still think she's a little weird and a little sheltered, but I guess I'm a special case.
Cue "Soon We'll Be Done" by Liz Janes on Winamp... yeah. Very religious song, and here I am talking about anarchy and how it suits me better than religion. But I LOVE this song, regardless of lyrics. It's perdy.
I'm considering mentioning something about my feelings on Blackboard. But I'm going to disguise it as a personal view on anarchist personality because someone mentioned that they just seem bitter and angry. I think it was sheltered-Christian-girl.
Haha. I have no idea what that girl's name is, but from now on... it's going to be my stereotype of her. Yeeeeeay.
Goddamn. I don't care how much of an atheist you are, if you love good music and good vocalists particularly... just listen to this song. The last line... her runs on the word 'home' in the line... she... powerful.. yeah. Gives me chills sometimes.
Anyhow, I have... shit.. to not do. Until 2pm. I plan on taking pictures while I'm at home. Slideshow: Easter Weekend. It's going to be boring, but maybe I can get a few neat pictures. If I'm feeling extra bold I'll take pictures of my family. Haha. HAHAHA. Sorry, the thought of my family just tickles my funny bone. What the fuck.
Yeah, we'll see guys. I'll at least have some pictures of my sister dying eggs as if she were performing brain surgery. Maybe I'll force her to make mad scientist faces. She'll never do it... sigh. Everyone needs to just play along with me! Just humor me! Sure it's stupid embarrassing crap, but what the hell else is going to entertain the internet generation?? Or me, for that matter. Humph.