Yeah...tell that to the charred remains....of anything...
Yeah...tell that to the charred remains....of anything...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Hehe. One of the kids set a toilet on fire at school a few years ago.
I mean, if he knew he'd get caught and he only did it to hurt people, then I can't half imagine why he didn't put a little drop of flammable or moderately explosive liquid and a fuse? Ah well, better he didn't.
I like marshmellows. Whenever we have a barbecue we toast them. I like it when the inner is all moist and creamy, so I can suck it out and then eat the crusty bits.
Only thing with the crusty bits is that if you leave it on the barbecue for too long then it sets on fire. It hasn't happened to me yet, so I hope it doesn't.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
La lah la la la la, la la lala lum
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Is someone cheerful? Nah... Are you just la la lum-ing the Star Wars theme?Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Omg, that wasn't even in my head. It was in fact the lulliby that Guido's mother hums in Fellini's 8 1/2 lol.
And actually no, I'm not cheerful at all. I'm humming it out of apathy.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Didn't think it was cheerful... Hmm... Haha, sounds fascinating.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Everybody plays a role. Which I hate.
Last edited by Mariner; 03-10-2010 at 04:30 AM.
"Smooth seas rarely make skillful sailors."
I have to research some serial murderer. We are studying forensics in science at school.
So, the teacher allocated each of us a serial murderer and we have to research them.
We need to learn their whole life story and figure out how they killed people and why.
So, I'm sitting in class and everyone is on Google Images, looking at pictures of blood and guts.
Some people were reading things on Wikipedia and saying things like, 'ew, he hid in the back seat of her car and came out while she driving and stabbed her and cut her up and atet her!'
I fail to see why they are so surprised, I mean, what do they expect that their serial murderer would do, ask their victim politely how they would like to die and to choose the knife they'd like to be murdered with?
Am I the only one who thinks that these kids have been babied too much?
I mean, I don't understand why all of this comes as a shock to them.
The serial murderer I'm researching is Robert Leroy Anderson.
Before I knew what the assignment was, and the teacher had only just handed us the names, I thought he was an author or artist. At that, his name that intruiged me .
Then I found out the assignment was on a serial murderer. That totally burst my bubble.
I haven't looked into it too much, I haven't started much research. All I know is that he was a rapist and a murderer and he killed himself in jail.
Fascinating stuff to make a bunch of cotton-wooled year nines research.
Although I'm enjoying it. It is only too much fun to laugh at the squeamish girls.
Yea, I know it is a serious thing, but -sings- always look on the bright side of life!
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
time for breakfast
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Finally...
Seems like today is going to be another boring, work-loaded day.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
time for bed.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
If only I could take this load off for sometime...
*groan* Why is reading her papers always this torturous? x__x
The last eleven of my posts have been in Forum Games...
Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!
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