a little personal

Hi people. I dunno how often anyone checks this. Sorry if this is setting a bad example, posting all these personal items here. But hey, freedom of blogession, right?

-- Here's an image-that-could-possibly-mean-something: (symbol? or more so allegory? BAH LITERARY TERMS. Here are some words that I felt like saying.)

Gym volleyball. The first group I'm in, the choose-your-own type, fails epically. We simply cannot pass the ball. We're scared to hit, and we watch as the ball flies over to the bleachers. Someone picks it up, dares to serve, and starts another futile attempt... only to hear it thud again. This is frustrating. Hair-pulling, teeth-grinding, OHMYGOD frustrating.
Then come the official teams. I'm oddly put with the jocks, those massively towering, back-slapping, guys who are good at just about any sport (you name it). And, of course, they can hit the ball. We actually have fluid games, back-and-forth, long, nice, volleys. Except... I don't hit the ball. I stand on the side and watch, helplessly. I occasionally bump it over, or maybe hit it awkwardly and end the rally, but for the most part, it's all them. The only real contribution I make to the team is serving. See, I can start a rally---and end one, just as easily. It's the middle banter I can't handle.

Sometimes the ball just lands in a place you can't hit. Or other times, it's aimed straight at you, but the angle it hits is just... wrong. Or maybe you should've, could've gotten it, but you really didn't feel like putting the effort. No matter what, you feel more and more useless, boring, bored. You can't keep a volleyball going. But if you sit back, and let everyone else do the bump/set-ing, then, hey-presto, you've got a game.

And the game finally works... because you're not in it.

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(You're sorry that "I" became you in the last two paragraphs. You didn't mean the actual you reading this. You meant "I" for "you." But You-actually-you understood that. You're sorry. It's just a bad habit you have.)

Sow La Tea Doe

Hello you fine specimen out there, who wants to party tonight?! xD

I'm in a particularly festive Mardi Gras mood...Here's another Coke Commercial, adding on to Linda. I'm also going to improv and say what i say and mean what i say...and say what i mean. Anyway here's the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1NnyE6DDnQ I was in the vending machine at Psyop Studio in Manhattan when I met one of the tech directors who worked on this hunk of beauty. Doesn't itm mmake you go ooh ahhh? Yo uwanna sha-sha-sha-shake ittttt ;D

I should really get back into my vending machine, in case someone sees me typing on this computer, then I will endanger my fellow Quaker oat products and we'd have to escape on balloon boats and paddle with the oars we made out of the tooth picks we stole from Panda Express. We're we would go, no one knows. After all, we're only glucose snack products, we don't think that far with our chocolate chips and honey oat grains. Bermuda? Maybe. Sweden? Perhaps. We'd go as far as our four corners could carry us.

By the way, I have an obsession with pancakes. I know we're different foods, but I just can't help it, their fluffy golden exteriors are just to be digested for. Here are beautiful pancake music videos that I rediscovered (liveaction/ stop motion animation):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnCVZozHTG8 Pancakes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG5gO4nlLRQ Pancakes II

-Chewybar

My, my, aren't you a fine young boy now.

Well kids, the Improv show is tonight, so in celebration of the spontaneity and randomness of teenagers, I will write and complete this blog post without ever going back to make an y corrections or add ins. Well today we were reviewing volumes in calculus, and as I sat in the computer hallway eating a cheese cube, I thought about what solid I could create if i rotated a cube around the x-axis. then i realized that the period was almost over and that I should finish eating my lunch before I end up wasting more food.

Well, that's it folks!

Sophisticus

mmm testing

Soooo... Hi, this is Linda.

(Completely unrelated to Loona. I know, I get it a lot...)

Just wanted to test this out! You know, posting to a blog under a different account. SO EXCITING RIGHT? YEAH.

Well, I guess, to make this post actually worthwhile (though it's probably not possible), Soph--spamburger showed me this awesome coke commercial:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqT_dPApj9U&feature=popt00us04
(weird URL, that ^ vid)

K ENJOY BYE

Hola

Soy Loona y no se si puedo escribir todo en espanol. Por eso, cada linea
I am going to switch to another language.
Ymay inguisticlay angeray, oweverhay, isway eryvay imitedlay.
Y no puedo/quiero escribir en china, entonces, tengo 3 lenguas.
Anyways, I spent this lovely day doing absolutely
OTHINGNAY.
Pero yo no necesito explicar lo obvio.
This is surprisingly quite fun and painful to write.
Andway ithway atthay, I'mway oinggay otay ogay.
Ay.
There were a lot of "gays" in that line (I'm not homophobic --
Iway ovelay aysgay. Otnay inway atthay ayway.)
Bueno. Voy a salir. Ahora.
Til next time.
Yebay.
iAy Dios Mio! Dice "ebay" en la palabra "adios" de latinporcina, como "dios" en "adios."
Ebay = God?
Anywaysway, Iway illway admitway atthay Iway idday useway isthay.
Bueno. ADIOS -- o mejor -- A EBAY
~Loona.

Hello.

Hello, Spamburger's the name. Have a good gander at my loveliness.

Currently, I am serving a sentence at the Bad Meats Correctional Facility for multiple burglar-- I mean burgery.

But hush. Don't tell my momma that. She still thinks I won "Mystery Meat of the Year" and am touring Lollywood with Mint Eastwood, Brad Pitta bread, and Gwyneth Poultry on a charity campaign.

~Spamburger

HII

HII! This is Chewybar reporting!

Today there was a security breach in a local residence. An unidentified figure was lurking near the owner's refrigerator and filing through the cabinets of the kitchen. Apparently not much was found, and to the creature's dissapointment it shuffled past the surveillance camera and went upstairs into the computer room, where it later discovered that the images it spent hours scanning at its dad's office were totally rigged on its USB cable.

Little did I realize in the excitement of my report blogging that that sifting fellow was me.
There was some McCaffrey's chili for lunch though.

-Chewybar