that raised it’s son,
but soon forget to sleep.

Dadaism (Wikipedia link), at it’s core, is the belief that there is beauty in chaos and randomness.

We started Dada poetry yesterday. It was very fun. Some poems were more random than others, and some had an obvious structure, but it’s amazing what people can come up with sometimes. I’m just gonna share the two that I wrote real quickly:

When Dada Reigns Supreme

Pizzaburgers run free
when others are scared.
And notebooks coerce
little children,
When Dada reigns supreme.
The sweater eats a sandwich,
and the sandwich eats a dog,
The nose screams in pain,
and the gas laughs at it
When Dada reigns supreme.
Circles, lights, trees,
are no longer red, blue, or green.
And when black turns blue and
pink becomes round,
Dada reigns supreme.

When the Moon went Sideways

Magicians leave this world
in cats that fly,
to seek ice cream
on the tiny red chair.

Despite succeeding,
the dogs cry,
for their pens are
gone and replaced
with pads of paper.

Run! Run! You crazy cat!
Kangaroos in boats are coming!
Do not let them snarf
that which your masters have earned!
Sleeves and flags come to the rescue!
Red and Blue go the cannons,
in this powerful escape!

Then from the outlets come the dogs of war.
They brought with them
Jackie Chan.
And the war commenced
when the bird roared.
In this void,
this red room,
war was beginning.
The hoppers had no chance to survive,
for the ice cream had power.
The power to see another dimension.

The wizards escaped
with their spacial felines
into a world of
Impossible Realities.
The ducks climbed waterfalls
and the rain fell up.
This was not normal,
this was not black and white,
this was Australia.

The kangaroos in boats
were exasperated.
They could not win
this never-ending struggle.
They went down the stairs
with the kids and the chairs
and found a world fit for them.

The dogs called the empty black
their own. And Jackie Chan
celebrated in the only way he knew how:
Dance-Fighting.
Pizza was had by all
when the moon went sideways.

Check out my speakers! It’s kinda hard to see the subwoofer beneath the desk. The Gamecube is on top of it, and game discs are on top of that (in a folder). Wow, my desk is crazy messy. The Harry Potter poster isn’t mine, it’s been there forever.

TF seems to be running VERY well as of late. It went down only once today, and it quickly came back up. I’m still gonna send the letter though. After a little more tweaking…

If you checked out the picture above, then you saw my new speakers! OMG they rock! It’s so freaking awesome! Man, they beat headphones anyday! Also: There are inputs for standard RCA left and right channel. The red and white plugs on the back of your TV. This means I can plug my Gamecube directly into the speakers! No more going through my blah onboard sound card! w00t!

I’ve been working on something for Creative Writing:

The dark rain clouds rolled in, the thunder roared off in the distance.

“Beautiful.” he said, in an appreciative tone.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was no longer at its height. When the first cool drops hit his body, he slowed h is bike and took his time getting home. The storm was directly overhead, as signaled by another crash of thunder.

It was over before it started. A white flash, and then he was thrust from his bike.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a bright light. After letting his eyes get used to the light, he saw that he was in a white room. It smelled cleaner than clean. He looked around and took note of his surroundings. There was a silver sink along the wall to his right. Further back along that wall was a wooden door. To his left was a window, a long window that covered the entire wall. He could see oak trees and tall buildings out that window. The sun was shining.

For the first time since he awoke, he wondered why he was in this room. He still had no idea where he was until a lady walked through the door. She was a tall, lightly-built woman with a face like an angel and golden, blond hair that barely touched her shoulders. She had on a green apron. A hospital apron. When he realized where he was, he jerked up and began to interrogate the nurse.

“What happened? What am I doing here? Where’s my family?”

“It’s good to see you awake. What do you remember last?” she said calmly.

“Uh… I was… I was riding my bike… I was going home… from… from… my friend’s house…” He was having a hard time trying to recall the events.

“Uh huh. Good, good. Anything else?” she asked.

“Um… I remember being wet… It was raining! I was riding home in the rain!”

“Yes! Very good. Do you remember what happened?”

“What… happened?” He had no idea what she was talking about.

“You were struck by lightning. You were found laying unconscious, five feet from your bike, scratched up pretty badly.”

“Where’s my family? Do they know where I am?”

“Yes, yes. They’re in the hall, they will be in shortly. Now just relax.”

The nurse took his temperature, checked his pulse and other vitals, recorded some observations, and left to inform his family about his condition.

He was studying the trees outside the window when he found himself swallowed by the darkness. When he awoke, he found himself in the damp grass, his bike roughly five feet away.

I’ve got a little bit more, but I like ending it right there just for a preview. I have a pretty stable idea of what I wanna do with this. It’ll be very interesting. I already like it.

Basically what we were doing, sometime last week, was designing a character, sketching out all of the little details, etc., etc. At the end of last week we had to start thinking of a situation to put this character into. We’ve been kinda sharing our ideas and such since Monday. There are some VERY interesting ideas and VERY good writers out there.

I’ve also been working on a little poem of sorts:

See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you’ll be surprised.
At the places you’ll go, the wonders you’ll see.
The things you’ll do, the things you’ll experience.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you’ll be surprised.
Things you’ve never imagined
will all be possible.
See the man with the lonely eyes,
Take his hand, you’ll be surprised.
Never know who you’ll meet,
What you’ll see, where you’ll go;
When you see the man with the lonely eyes
And take his hand, ’cause you’ll be surprised.

My subconscious wrote an entire novel!

Dude, you gotta read the book!

   You’re afraid of the Virgin Mary?

Somehow she’s my cousin

…It’s only bad if you think about it.

Entirely made up of real quotes I heard during Creative Writing.

Exploring the great disabled world
People come to the oracle
This sterile void of redundant faith
Counting the years that go by
Trust tomorrow and rethink the threat

This is my “paste-pot” poem. Basically what we had to do was cut out a bunch of words from various magazines, particularly interesting words. Make sure you have a good amount of articles, so as to cover your ass in the event you need an article (though you could always go back and cut out some more words if you know what you’re looking for). And then just start playing with the words you have. Instead of you writing the poem, the poem is supposed to write itself. I’d say my turned quite well, I’m satisfied with the end result. The last line was kind of tricky though, I almost put “pardon the explosion” instead of “rethink the threat,” but it wouldn’t have fit. I was also considering not including a fifth line at all, but then I found “rethink the threat” and thought it fit quite well.

I like Creative Writing already, ’tis a cool class. Plus there’s this senior chick that sits by me that is into computers and stuff. We were comparing video cards :tongue: Her Radeon 9800 > my Radeon 9600. I said something about wanting to get a Mac Mini too, and she didn’t like that. :tongue:

I work Friday and Saturday, both days from 6PM - 11PM. Thing is, however, mine and Brian’s birthday party is on Saturday. It starts at 5, so I’m calling around trying to find ushers to take my Saturday shift. Should be fun… You know what else should be fun though? Early Saturday =P I called Megan last night, finally asked her what was going on and told her what Adam had said to Elyse. She seemed genuinely surprised. We talked about various things before she asked if I was doing anything on Sunday. ‘Twas decided that Saturday would be a better day to do something, though, before she goes to work. What we’re doing, however, we don’t know. She had to work on her Physics homework that she had been putting off for way too long. So, yea! Awesomeness! I can’t wait! It took me forever to pick up the damn phone. I was pacing from the family room, through the dining room, through the kitchen, and back through the family room. I picked it up once, listened to the dial-tone for thirty seconds and put the receiver back down. I paced for another ten or so minutes and finally picked it up. 5…. 5….. 5… 5…. 5…. 5…………. …… …. 5….. (555-5555, obviously not a real number) I told myself that if I didn’t press that last number, when would I? When would I actually do this, if I couldn’t do it now (or, at the time, anyway)? I asked myself if I wanted to hang up and go take my shower and beat myself up for being such a coward. I asked myself if it was really worth it to not do anything. I put my finger on that last digit and pressed, ever so slighty. Come on! I can do this! I pressed a little harder and heard that beep. There you go! There’s no turning back now! I was so surprised I managed to do it. Awesome. When I got off the phone I wanted to freaking dance. Thing is, I DON’T dance. It’s too embarassing :tongue: Though I did let myself dance a little in the shower. :tongue:

So here I am, bored in Creative Writing. Seeing as how it’s a writing class, I might as well write something. “79, that’s right!” says Ms. Marshall. 79 days until seniors graduate, 79 days until there are only two kids in my Bio AP class. That will be interesting, and lonely. There would be three, but Elyse dropped out while ago [out of school]. Issues at home and stuff, I guess. She’s coming back to do the 11th grade again next year. As long as she finishes her schooling; she has much potential.

About yesterday’s post. I dunno why, exactly, I was in such a weird mood during the day, but I felt really good after writing that. No clue why. And, despite how random it was, I somehow managed to make it flow. At least I thought I flowed well anyway. The bell’s gonna ring in roughly seven minutes. I’ve got a quiz later today in Honors on Emily Dickinson. Problem is, however, I didn’t check Blackboard to see what I had to read. Hopefully it isn’t too much. I’ll check Blackboard after talking to Megan.

“Gospel in the Steamroom.”

Matt said someone was singing Gospel in the steamroom. So Ms. Marshall, not unexpectedly, tells him he should write about it. For some reason an E2 node entitled “Gospel in the Steamroom” popped into my head. And empty node, however, I believe those are called node shells?

I should start doing that: paying more attention to what’s going on around me. Jot something down really quickly and write about it later. So much happens here at school that I am totally oblivious to. I need to start opening my eyes and paying attention.