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When I was a senior I was editor of the school newspaper. The core staff was made up entirely of social misfits, and I met some of my best, smartest friends that year.
As much fun as we had working on it, I caused a lot of heat writing articles that criticized our school system. One of the people who hated me was the newspaper advisor, Mrs. Murdock. She’d only appointed me editor because no one else was interested, and she never really liked me to begin with. She was one of these teachers who tried too hard to socialize with the students, and was forever gossiping with/about them. Oh yeah, she was also manic-depressive and alcoholic. The newspaper was her pathetic little thing that she controlled, and she would get upset and cry when we strayed too much from the sports-articles-and-homecoming-reports format.
Anyway, sometimes my friends & I would stay at school late working on the paper; we even started ordering pizzas and having them sent up to the school. Mrs. Murdock had this locked cabinet where she kept her prized possession of prom glasses, you know, the goblets that you get as a souvenir at the prom? And no one was allowed to touch them. But we jimmied the lock and would drink soda out of them with our pizzas, then carefully clean them and put them back.
It was our silent fuck-you to this miserable woman who once told us "the newspaper is not an outlet for your creativity".
fruit flies circling
ides of March unruly
betrayed September’s tepid glances
oh please tell me,
> what were my chances
astral projection
astral rejection
flame thrower in the night
but he’s afraid of heights
residual shares, residual cares
payback’s a bitch
flip that dirty switchWhen I was in high school I was friends with this boy, who was one of the popular, rich preppy kids. We didn’t hang out in school but talked on the phone a lot. We weren’t dating or anything, just good friends.
One time we went to the movies, and he told me not to tell anyone (probably because he would have been "demoted" socially). I was angry and upset, so when Monday rolled around, I went straight to the most gossipy girl in school, who happened to be one of his preppy friends. I told her, "yeah, so I went to the movies with Brad this weekend". Everyone knew by lunchtime. Heh heh heh.
Eric,
Allison is right; spinach is a good iron-booster. Also a lot of other foods, which can be found here
I know this is getting off track, but I took a bat to the face in elementary school. It was tee-ball, and a plastic bat, but when you’re 8 or 9 it still hurts. I was standing too close to the girl who was at bat, and she swung and missed and smacked me in the face. It didn’t really hurt; it was more of a shock than anything. I remember that the veins were standing out on half my face for a few days.
take care
rosaJ hasn’t been abducted by aliens; he’s been abducted by Jeremiah! That little scar on his elbow….mmhmm…
I don’t have this supposed "passiveness gene", though it would be nice sometimes to let the little things slide like little things should. But then, I’d miss out on all the little warm fuzzies in the mix. Maybe that makes sense only to me.
Eyes are hazel, the brown/green/gold hybrid. You could say they’re green, I guess. Sometimes I’ll try to match them with green clothes. Am I a dork? You decide. <img>
rosa
Randy Jane, put some meat on them bones!!!
</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> …rosa-blossom </font><hr></blockquote><font>Isn’t Blossom the one who’s always frowning? What’re you sayin, tonyman? <img>
Hey RJ!
Happy belated birthday!!! I wanted to post a message to you more promptly, but I kept getting that "Internal Server" error yesterday & I couldn’t get in <img>
Enjoy the rest of your birthday weekend! And best wishes to you.
xoxo
RosaYou know, posting in this thread feels like organ donation. But I’ll trust that there aren’t pirates out there, surfing dino jr sites and infringing on my property.
In the spirit of things, here
I adore Mattman but I don’t really want to be his stepmom…that would be a little too weird…
So, uh, Javro, what’s goin on? Hehehe.
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rosa
(avoiding the "saddle" joke)DO they shoot horses?? Well, I guess they eat Pigs and Roosters too, so THAT makes a lot of sense. And of course, by "they" I mean ethnic Chinese at large, who provide & consume meat <img>
I would LOVE to see a Chinese Elvis! That would be great! I did see an Asian Batman on Halloween…not that that counts…
My goddaughter is a Tiger. I can guess your age, Javro <img>
xo
RosaNote that Neil Young gets the songwriting credit. You probably heard a cover. You might want to do a search on cdnow or amazon for that particular song, and see what comes up.
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<small>[ 02-09-2002, 04:32 AM: Message edited by: rosa ]</small>
</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> Nirvana was the most important band of the 90’s, how could you not respect anything that swept winger under the rug </font><hr></blockquote><font>I think Kip Winger’s kinda cute…
