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Thursday, May 01, 2008

  • If You're Feeling Sinister

    I wish I didn't actually have people I know on this goddamn website, because now I can't even write what I think I should. I shouldn't have told anyone about this account.

    Why am I even writing this? This entry has no purpose.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

  • Well, it appears that I'm no longer banned from the computer, so hey, I might as well write something, if only to reassure everyone that I haven't died.

    Rewind to Friday, 3rd period.

    It was French class, and Mme. Lajoie (of the ever so painfully ironic name) is handing out Chapitre Deux of Les Misérables: La bande dessiné [Translation? The Miserables: The Comic Book], because we're all obviously far too daft and illiterate and lacking of proper discipline to read the actual book. My mom is outraged.

    Fast forward to about 7 minutes later.

    The illustrated chapter is read and done with. The class has moved on to the question booklet.

    Question 20:

    "[Some quote from the French writer who wrote the actual book {as opposed to the comic} about how people are always suffering, and about how he suffers from the universal misery that everyone faces.

    But, you know, all in French.

    I can't remember the actual quote.]"

    Explique cette citation et comment cela est encore vrai dans la vie aujourd'huit en 1992. [Translation: Explain this quote and why it still applies to life today in 1992.]

    Oh, that's right! 1992! Jesus Christ, I guess whatever company created this booklet expected for it to die quick, because they couldn't foresee people using it beyond it's year of publication.

    Well, anywho, I read this and was immediately filled with the joyous possibily of a chance to try and be deep. I wrote something along these lines, but of course in French:

    As the Buddhist religion states, everyone always wants something. There's always some desire, some craving aching in people. It's so constant that people barely even realize it's there, sort of like how no one is bothered in the slightest by how heavily gravity is weighing down on us, simply because it's always been there and we're all used to it. It's still there though, now isn't it? All this wanting means thast there's always something missing inside of us. We're always on a frantic, desperate search for the missing puzzle piece. Of course, when we reach our goal, satisfy our craving, there's some new thing we want. It's a never ending cycle. This is why everyone suffers and always will.

    Can't you just taste my poseur-ness?

    All the best,

    Shoshana.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

  • I Also Harrass Telemarketers.

    I hate it when parents ask who's calling in that infuriating I'm-trying-way-too-hard-to-be-polite-when-I-really-suspect-you-of-being-a-drug-dealer way. I'm always tempted to tell them I am a 47 year old man named Frank who lives with his laptop Charlene in his mother's basement and spends his days trying to convince unsuspecting young girls into taking off their tops on webcam, and would you PLEASE let me speak with your daughter? But I think they would probably hang up on me, so I just say "It's Shoshana." all fake and honey-sweet, hoping my voice is radiating youthful innocence and joi de vivre.

    Why they feel the need to ask who I am is beyond me. I mean, I'm pretty sure I sound like a typical teenage girl. If a typical teenage girl is asking to speak with your typical teenage daughter, chances are the person on the phone is neither drug dealer nor internet predator.

    I guess you never know though. Maybe it's all an act. Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment to sneak into your suburban mansion with Charlene here and slip little Betty some crack.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

  • A Trip Down Memory Lane

    "Have you ever heard a joke so many times that it isn't funny anymore? You hear the punchline, and all you can think is "Oh God, not this again." But then one day, you hear it again, and something's different. Something's changed, and you remember why you loved it in the first place."

    Up there, that's something I heard somewhere. I can't remember what it's from or who said it or if I got the words exactly right, but it went something like that and I never really understood it until now. Now I get it. Now I can put it into context. And I like it all the more.

    Am I an idiot?

Friday, March 21, 2008

  • To Cool in the Peppermint Wind.

    I saw a sign the other day. I was at the bus stop. There's a park right next to where we all wait, me and Max and Steven and Lara and Gen and Jordan, and the occasional guest. So the park is there in all of its pukey-green-from-being-under-the-snow-for-eternity glory, and there's a sidewalk that goes right up until the mushy half-grass-half-some-sort-of-disgusting-looking-soup starts, and standing erect from the ground on a slight angle, there it is, the sign. Hallelujah. It wasn't a sign from some all mighty being though. No, it was a street sign. On it was written "Sidewalk ends here." Does someone understand why on earth you would need a sign to indicate where the sidewalk ends? I think it's pretty clear where the sidewalk ends, it has something to do with the place where there isn't any more cement.

    0000a

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