"Silent & furious"
DENNIS is hugging a toilet
Dennis, what are you doing?
Life sucks, Sherry.
Dennis... the toilet doesn't care.
(courtesy of Lauryll)
"Don't run him over, he's from Virginia!"
Your Gods and my Gods-- do you or I know which are stronger?
The voice of a child, however honest & true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.
He's gonna come back, he's gonna see that, & he's gonna kick your ass from here all the way to Massapequa.
-Josh, T3, 9/29/05
10/17-- Rachel: What if John Proctor & Hale had babies?
10/25-- The Flying Hamster of DOOM (on a t-shirt =P)
I am no one's cabbage before ten in the morning. -SBP James
11/7- in italian: Non sono il cavalo di nessuno prima delle dieci di mattina.
10/21 The Two Trees by William Butler Yeats
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
The Hosting of the Sidhe ~W.B. Yeats
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
11/1 @ 4:something or about 5 am
I can see so many stars, it's amazing. It's so beautiful. I found Sirius, finally. The brightest star in the sky. ...It's so dark out; these pinpricks of light are the only things in the sky that can be seen. No clouds to speak of.
...Arien is beginning to rise.
11/2- in Georgia now (12:33 p.m. as of now)
(on the way down, saw a sign that said, "Peaches & Cream- Lemmon Farms." (ha ha.))
8:13 p.m.- Cities at night from high up look as if stars have fallen to the ground.
11/4- pg 38- Dracula:
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.
From Honathan Harker's Journal
11/8- Is there fate amongst us still, sent down from the pagan world of old, that such things must be, and in such way?
-Dr. Van Helsing, pg 114
11/9 (B4)- Ben: And for $20 a month, you can join mine & Mac's religion... We give you Kool-Aid.
Janna: Do you have Nikes?
me: Why does this sound like D&D club of old?
Ben: *puts finger to his lips*
Janna: Do you give us Nikes?
Ben: We have bagels.
Janna: You can't start a religion without Nikes.
11/14- ...more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe in one unceasing radiation of gloom.
-From "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe
From The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn:
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot.
BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR,
Per G.G., Chief of Ordnance.
11/15-- From "The Masque of the Red Death"
...There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
When you're older your heart turns to ice
-"Have You Forgotten"
-Red House Painters
11/28/05-- Saw Goblet of Fire @ 12 am @ The Senator!!!!]
Pg 944 in 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die:
As a three-part film, The Lord of the Rings can transport viewers effortlessly to other lands where heroism, love, and sacrifice make perfect sense.
11/19/05-- When I get a little money, I buy books. And if there is any left over, I buy food.
11/23- You're looking at me like I've got lobsters crawling out of my ears. -Kayleigh (B3 Study hall)
11/28-- Colin talking about having his own world or being the gov.
me: If your word was law, I'd lead the revolution.
You think I care about your problems? This is about my problems.
12/1- Fish gets eaten by bear. Fish dies. Bear is happy. Fish is not. -Kayleigh
It's like being raped by words. -me to dad (why?)
12/2 (A4, T2)-- Bynum: The most punch, the most drama.
Josh: The most Kool-Aid.
They should fear me. I'm glorious. And a gladiator. In disguise.
-Rachel on beating people w/ her Latin book
The Sad Shepherd W.B. Yeats (Macalaurë?)
There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend,
And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming
And humming sands, where windy surges wend:
And he called loudly to the stars to bend
From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they
Among themselves laugh on and sing alway:
And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Cried out, Dim sea, hear my most piteous story!
The sea swept on and cried her old cry still,
Rolling along in dreams from hill to hill.
He fled the persecution of her glory
And, in a far-off, gentle valley stopping,
Cried all his story to the dewdrops glistening.
But naught they heard, for they are always listening,
The dewdrops, for the sound of their own dropping.
And the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Sought once again the shore, and found a shell,
And thought, I will my heavy story tell
Till my own words, re-echoing, shall send
Their sadness through a hollow, pearly heart;
And my own tale again for me shall sing,
And my own whispering words be comforting,
And lo! my ancient burden may depart.
Then he sang softly nigh the pearly rim;
But the sad dweller by the sea-ways lone
Changed all he sang to inarticulate moan
Among her wildering whirls, forgetting him.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," James mumbles into his elbow. "I don't care what tomorrow is. It's just as bad as today only I get to dread it first."
-part 10 (SBP)
Rachel: (coughing) I think those oil pastels are coming back up.
Maggie: (shaking her) No!
Rachel: Pardon me if I cough up a neon green.
Maggie: If you do, can I have it?
Maggie told this: Cypressi is talking about the Sculpture BBQ
Cypressi: Ok, class ends in three minutes, & I'm going to go put some hot dogs on the grill.
1/1/06-- Mom: I'm fine with a dictatorship as long as I'm the dictator. What does that make me?
Mark: A woman. (hides behind dad)
1/5-- "--because right is right, and wrong is wrong, & a body ain't got no business doing wrong when he ain't ignorant & knows better."
pg 221 Huck Finn
1/10- Kayleigh on posture:
me: So how do I stand?
Kayleigh: I don't know, I haven't looked at your pelvis lately. ...That sounds wrong.
1/27- Non c'è peggior sordo di colui che non vuol sentire.
(There is no worse deaf person than the one who does not want to hear.)
I should like to save the Shire, if I could-- though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them.
-Frodo, The Fellowship of the Ring
2/6- How does one go about resigning from the human race?
-Diana Trent, Waiting for God
2/16- Josh: Mr. Bynum's asexual.
Bynum: (behind a desk) Hey, I'm right here.
Josh: I know. That's why I made the joke.
Bynum: Oh. Carry on.
2/17- B4- "watching" The Day After Tomorrow
Janna: You know, you'd think somebody'd notice on the weather... "And next week the Apocalypse is coming, so get out those galoshes & good luck!" =D
Joke Allyson made yesterday:
A mother & daughter went to the doctor's because the daughter was pregnant. The doctor asked the mother if her daughter had ever kissed a boy. She said no. The doctor asked the daughter & she said no.
The doctor went to the window & looked out. The mother asked what he was doing. He said, "Well, the last time this happened, there was a star in the east & Three Wise Men came riding up. I'm sure as hell not going to miss it this time."
We pity him. We hate him. We fear him-- all because there is a little of him in each of us, though we admit it to ourselves only in the darkest part of the night.
3/8- These blue eyes gave nothing, expected nothing. They held too much knowledge. They had seen too much in their six years-- too much sorrow, too much pain. They had looked beneath the bed and discovered that there really were monsters lurking in the shadows.
(DST3K) Dalamar: [God] Love the sinner, hate the sin... Love the sinner, hate the sin... Awww, damn, why should I have to work this hard? EVERYBODY can go to hell.
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
(Samwise Gamgee, pg 226 of Return of the King)
3/30- Written in the last bathroom stall in the 2nd story bathroom in the hallway where 208 is:
Who I am hates
who I've been...
4/3- pg 149, King:
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!
4/25/06-- from 4/20-
Learning about advertising. Ad for sending money to poor children in Africa.
Rashad: Most of them really aren't that poor. I mean, look outside. That's what it looks like. I mean, there's the occaisional zebra running by, but it looks like this.
Ms. Shapiro: But they have problems with electricity...
Several people: So do we!
Jameel: I bet they have those same commercials over there, only switched around... "Help those poor kids in Baltimore"...
5/3- me: My nose...
Kayleigh: You need to stroke it. It needs tender loving care.
6/5- written on the wall by a desk in Mrs. Holmes' room:
HOPE TO DIE
6/7- Holy sugar & pie, that hurt.
-Kayleigh (B3, but today it's B1)
Ms. Craig, come back. -someone on the announcements
6/16- "God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts."
8/1/06 (from 7/28) Janna (in her "angsty teen voice"): The floor is my only friend. It holds me up from the world.
8/25-- Lauryll: I mean, I can't multitask that much, you know?
me: What? "The camels can't tax you that much"?
Will stop here for right now, if anyone cares, before going on to the section where 12th grade started. May scan some of the pages of it...?