Remember when I wrote all my blog entries in the third person a la Lufelia [News-Girl.com]? Me too. Or, since you probably don't: Well, I do.
So tod., because we are reading Jean Anouilh's Antigone, the phrase "beer and skittles" came up. And the class collectively wondered what a skittle was. Our teacher, of course, made up some answer because he never likes to reveal ignorance. Then William Lance Edward Whitney manned the in-class dictionary while I sneakily texted Google to get an answer. Whit [or "Wit," as our teacher wrote on his list of students who did not complete their vocabulary homework] was unsuccessful, but Google did not let me down.
So I raise my hand and I'm like, "I looked up 'skittle' and it means a bowling pin. So maybe 'beer and bowling'?"
And our reverend teacher acted like he knew that all along and everyone else wondered how I looked anything up without leaving my seat, and Kelly helpfully explained I looked it up in the computer that is my mind. & I felt v. smug.
Otherwise, school is pretty much useless. I have a 68 in physics, w00t w00t. But I should be able to pull it up if I do the AP review assignments she assigned us WHILE I WAS TAKING OTHER AP TESTS. Not that I'm bitter or anything. And I have a B in gym, which is totally not my fault. & Lin's like, so you're going to make up the classes you missed, right? & I'm like, . . . are you kidding? Eff that, man.
PS: I basically nevar watch teevee, right? Yet somehow the evil teevee people have conspired to make Lost and the conclusion of Elvis on at the same time. Like, really, are you kidding? How am I supposed to choose between Dommy & JRM?
But, um, I figure people [namely my friends who will then let me watch it afterward] are more likely to tape Lost, plus it will come out on DVD eventually [like maybe next fall?], whereas Elvis will disappear forever, never to be seen again. Kind of like the teevee miniseries they made of, oh, only my favourite book evar, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. Curse them so hard!
SO HARD.
When I was a wee'un, my friends had a little skittles set. It was SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING. You had to knock pins over with a top. A FUCKING TOP. You never know where those things are gonna go... So how can you knock over a bunch of pins with it -- WITH OBSTACLES?!!??!?!!??!elevenslash
Ha! In the mental hospital, PENCILS were contraband. PENCILS! Weed, too. WTF, man.
Don't even give me that GOOGLE bullshit! I know about the mind computer and you have no one fooled.
Heheh, ar it be me, commenting about 'skittles.' There's this great Jan Svankmajer movie version of Faust and there's this one bit where the guy trapped in the giant puppet version of Faust is forced to reenact the tale, and he drowns all these other puppets and then says in a delightfully menacing voice:
"I shall now play skittles upon their watery graves."
Then these bowling pins rise up out of the water and, yes indeed, that wacky Faust plays skittles upon the watery graves.
Awesome film.
Heh!
Thanks for the poke on Facebook. I have returned it.