||[12 Feb 2005|08:17pm]
Homousexual (hummus sexual) is pretty damn sweet. They have this song on the This Is Your Life compilation thats a how-to-make-hummus instruction.
Long time no update.
Yesterday morning, this grimy dude got on the orange line. I immediately noticed his hilarious swagger. He then opened his mouth: "who the fuck do you think you are, ricky? you think you're fuckin god, but you and him are just pieces of shit. you think you run this town? I RUN THIS FUCKIN TOWN" etc etc, like he was in a movie or something. note: he was not with anyone, or addressing anyone who was physically present. amazing.
My rivalry with the inept Mr. Hernandez has reached a new height.
Him: "Uh you guys, despite being one of two groups to actually PASS IN a script, didn't do what I told you to do"
Me: "What? you told us to write a script. we did"
Him: "I can't even read this!"
Me: "How is it any different from the other script, other than the centering?"
Him: "This isn't how a script looks"
Me: "you never TOLD US how a script looks. You haven't told us ANYTHING. Jose's group only knows it because they took the initiative themselves to emulate scripts they've read online. Nothing we've learned in this class told us about script-writing"
Him: "I showed you that website three months ago.."
Me: "exactly. 3 months ago. for 5 minutes."
he then proceeds to teach us how to write a script.
Him: "Rory do you have this URL written down?" (URL = script-o-rama.com)
Me: "Written down? no. I think I can remember that complex Script-o-rama URL...)
All he had to do was show us the website a day before it was due, and we would have done fine. fucking asshole.
Whenever I listen to compilations, I lose track of what band is actually playing. This is much harder when every other band is singing/screaming in a european language, and even the lyric sheets cant help.
Worked yesterday, worked today. pretty boring. No really amazing stories.
So I have two lunch periods every day, one is a powerhouse of funny (Me, Paul, Drew, Nick, O'Riordan) and one is what Drew and I call "Shitty Lunch" (Me, Drew, Ryan Murphy, Matt Finnegan, Spencer Peterson, Pat Broome, Tim Rusteika, Keith Lohnes). Lately, Shitty Lunch has been amazing, since Drew and I are unapologetic about telling everyone else at the table (except Ryan Murphy) that they're not funny, and that it is in fact a shitty lunch table.
We got this new type of slush at school, and it totally sucks. However, Matt Finnegan asked us which one to buy. We recommended the Green one (notoriously the worst flavor EVER) and he buys it, and brings it to the table. He then goes away for a while. While he's gone, we all pass around his slush and drink about half of it, to prove how fucking bad it tastes. He is noticably sad to find his slush half gone, and says "what happened?" we told him "come on, it totally sucks" to which he replies "I liked it" oh man, that kid sucks!
Totes = totally. it is catching on everywhere. I highly recommend using it.
I think the song playing now is Belle Epoque, its pretty fucking good whoever it is.
Oh shit, I went to this lecture at Brandeis University on wednesday night to see Professor Gregory Nagy speak about Book VIII of The Odyssey, specifically Demodacus' songs in that book. It was myself, Mike Milmoe, Ms. Toner and Mr. Donaher. Totally ridiculous van ride altogether. Mr Donaher almost got us killed by REFUSING TO YEILD TO AN EIGHTEEN WHEELER. We showed up early and sat in an empty classroom. We all sat in the student seats. I looked to my right and saw Milmoe, I looked to my left and saw my Greek Teacher reclining in a chair saying "ooh this IS comfy" and a 70-ish year old man saying "I told you so" so absurd.
The lecture begins, he quotes Nietzche, the crowd goes wild. Total nerd-fest. Everyone's asking questions just to phrase their questions in a manner that would make the almighty Greg Nagy deem them smart. One woman would respond to Nagy answering her questions, while he was still answering them, with "YES, YES, YES, MMMHMM MMMMHMM HAH YES YES YES." it was amazing.
Two cell phones rang, at legnth. A group of like 40 presumably very intelligent people. 2 of whom had absurd ring tones and have not figured out how to put their fucking phones on SILENT when entering a situation like a lecture. God damn.
Lecture, despite never really starting to cover the topic, ends. We are treated to a buffet table including: Orange Fanta, Soda Water, Store-bought cookies, and a huge fucking punch bowl full of INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED STRING CHEESE! I snagged some Moo-town Snackers and a fanta and we left.
The walk back to the van found Milmoe and me alone, asking questions. What just happened? Fanta? Was Ms. Toner dropping a deuce when she went to the bathroom for an inexplicably long period of time? Can Mr. Donaher drive at night?
The answer to the final question was "No." Ms. Toner drove back to school, after saying "I haven't driven since december, and that was in chicago. And I hit a mailbox."
The woman could not change lanes! several near-death experiences later, we arrived back at BC High. Milmoe drove me to the T, and I made my way home.