three weeks down! …
Still don’t have a monologue picked out. All the ones in our books are too long; and I don’t want to cut pieces out of it, that would just totally ruin what the author is trying to say and set up for the reader.
He said he wasn’t going to time, but not to really go over 4 or 5 mins.
“we built this city on rock and roll”
OASIS is down.bleh.
At times I wish I had tons of hair like my Father’s dog, Sled. Then I could go off and bound in the snow and throw snowballs and make countless snow angels or forts. Then I wouldn’t ever freeze to death.
But on top of being slightly taller, and emotional, that would just be another thing to be teased for. I know I would at least claim myslef as Sasquash’s woman.
I wonder what freezing to death is like.
I didn’t realize that all of this Calc homework would make me soo crazy. But never fear, I am comin’ home this weekend.
I need a poetry or 2-3 min. monologue for class, any suggestions?
here’s one!
“Oh, the cat got dead so we put him in a box
dug a little hole, covered it with rocks
picked a couple dandelions, said a little prayer
then we all went off to bed cause we mostly didn’t care.
But in the middle of the night a dog started sniffin’,
was a Labrador retriever that belonged to Mrs. Griffin.
And eventhough the cat was smelly and stiff,
he thought it’d be a nice addition to Mrs. Griffin’s kitchen.
When the woman saw the cat that began the pandemonium,
the dog dropped the cat and it clunked on the canoleum,
it snapped back to life right there on the lanolium,
shook its shaggy head off of its catatonium!
From the floor to the counter and all around the kitchen
the cat was chased by the dog, and the dog by Mrs. Griffin.
Pass the living room couch with the Kitty motif,
through the front door screen out into the street.
Well old John Duke drives a delivery route,
and he happened to be passing with a van full of fruit.
He missed the woman and the dog but his face went pail,
cause in a splat the cat was cornbeef hash with a tail…..
YUCK!
Oh, the cat got dead so we put him in a box
dug a little hole, covered it with rocks
picked a couple dandelions, said a little prayer
then we all went off to bed cause we mostly didn’t care”~Heywood Banks
Yes. I know this suff is on the internet.
Yes I know that anyone has access to it.
Yes I deleated my livejournal, (at my parent’s request) but not this one.
There are a few things that I want to set straight with people that read journals/bloggers/whatever, on the internet.
I am a big girl now. If there is a concern with what is on my site (or on any of my friends sites for that matter) then please talk to me first before shoving papers of my site in my parents face acting like I have a split personality…Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. I’m just upset that I didn’t get to tell them, on my own, one on one, that I do have an itty bitty space on the internet where I post, that I did have a couple drinks for New Years, and that half on the stuff on here as well as other sites, can’t be taken seriously.
If what I write offends you, that’s great. You have a right to be offended. E-mail me, call me on my cell, flag me down in a store, leave a comment; just whatever you have a concern with, take it up with me, not my loved ones. I’m pretty sure I can defend/explain anything I write.
Now, as I said previously, you can’t take even half of this stuff on the internet seriously. Most of it is poo that just spontaneously comes to our heads. There was an earlier post on this that I guess offended older adults. First off, that was totally not serious at all. You all took it too literal; also, if you were to read the comments, they would have confirmed that a friend of mine wrote that, not me.
The “picture” of woman in her underware face-down in the pillow, that was my livejournal icon, that you accuse is me, is most certainly not me. For a livejournal picture, you would need to resize the picture down to a size that is smaller than a postage stamp; that would totally disfigure the image from it’s normal size. Plus I don’t take my clothes off for the camera(no pun intended.) I just found it off a livejournal icon site. It’s generic. I thought it would be symbolistic (the whole, woman giving up, face-down in the covers, hiding herself, kind of thing) but again, you all *gasp* at the fact I was trying to be artistic in a moody sense.
For the sake of my parents, whom I very much love and adore, I deleted every post on this site as well (except for the first one.)
Now future posts will change a little bit. If I make you upset, I’m sorry. I hate to use this line but it is “freedom of speech” in this country last time I checked. If you want to discuss what is put on here, then come in contact with me not my family; that is what made me soo mad today. I’m still the same ‘ol Anna that I ever was, blunt as ever and very happy with my life, don’t ever doubt that. But I am a young adult now and I can handle my own battles. Noone is perfect, but the worst thing anyone can ever do is assume. Please don’t ever go to my parents again with this, talk to me about it.
Thank you for taking the time to read my rant. Comment to me if you wish.