THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
And, just, you know, so you could all be in on it, I was just going to update with that, but I'm procrastinating to hard to pretend I'm actually doing anything relevent.
Horrorpops next Saturday. With my mom, hahaha. She's kind of the only one who will take us, since it's a 16 and Under With Guardian deal. And, like, who else would sit through a show? WIll and Bowie offered. We just laughed.
And maybe 30 Seconds to Mars for Liesa's birthday. I'm kind of confused about that. Who the fuck invites you to her favorite band's concert for her birthday... And then won't give you a ride OR pay for your tickets? Like- What the fuck is that?!
And then after that we're going to the X-Fest which may or may not have the Dresden Dolls. I'm gonna take a leaf out of the book of the weird lady with the red mullet who takes blood samples at the Torrance clinic and blame San Diego in general for that one. But let's hope they do go. Because I'm not fucking sitting through Panic! at the Disco just to watch The Mormon and have another Br(a/e)ndon discussion.
I've been listening to a lot of psychology stuff lately. Just grabbing podcasts of Psych class lectures. And Euro History and Comparitive Religion lectures. And a couple Scottish literature/Grimm Brothers pieces.
And, you know, I know that this is all completely obvious to you given my outstanding diction and ability to portray thought through words. Speaking of which, I have two days to read all of the fucking Scarlett Letter. Fuck.
Oh, but it was pretty funny (in a kind of incredibly depressing kind of way). Today me and Emily were standing outside Latin in our sneaky Avoid Sister Marylouis HAHAHA Scheme, and some girl Emily knew ran up holding a map of the world and was like "Oh my god, you'll never believe it. I have to memorize all of the names of the continents and oceans and capitols of the major countries involved in world politics and economy! I don't know how I'm gonna do it!"
And so we just stared at her, and then began laughing hysterically.
It was kind of sad.
And we're both just going- "You mean, like, Asia/North and South America/ Central America/ Europe/ Africa/ Antarctica/ Australia/etc etc? Washington DC/ London/ Beijing/ Rome/ Berlin/ Tokyo/ Sydney? Pacific? Atlantic?" and then laughing... More.
So that was event 1 today of No, Really, I DO Go to School for the Primarily Illiterate.
The second (Which, coincidentally, had absolutely nothing to do with literacy of it's lacktherof, but was just hilarious) was watching the "Class Ho" ask us for a lighter just so she could go smoke outside the Carl's Jr. We, immediately, told her that we had one but we'd left it at the textile wherehouse that we'd burnt down the night before. And Alix, who was wearing the Muppet Coat because I had to take it home, told her that we had stolen that jacket as a trophy.
And she believed us.
And then Mr. Horn, the school secuity guard, came and escorted her back to school. Meaning that someone called her in. (For humor's sake, I ADORE the rule that, as long as you're in uniform, anything you do on or off campus can result in explulsion/suspension/disciplinary action).
Oh, and on the Micheal Ishkanian front- Alix and I just remembered that, seeing as how we are spending all summer in summer school to get ahead AT HIS HIGHSCHOOL, we will be thus able to find pictures of him, even if he's already graduated.
And people say we don't have good Girl Scout skills. Please.