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Oh God, I LOVE this song. Everyone has to go out and listen to The Arcade Fire. They are BRILLIANT! My dad just introduced me to them.
And the chorus... Wow! It's just... Listen to it!
I may post later today because... Well, yesterday, Penny wasn't busy after all, so we did that Musicals RP. It was hilarious! Only thing is, I saved it on my other computer. So I need to wait until I have access to that one. Also, when I finish my homework.
Whale Rider is what I have to do the hero pattern on, which isn't too bad, because the pattern's pretty clear. It's a great movie too; The soundtrack sends shivers down my spine.
What can I show you now, though? Hmm... I wish I knew how to make links. All the fanfictiony people I've looked up seem to have figured it out. I'm like the anti-HTML. It took me something like a month to figure out how to make my text different colours on Neopets.
While I search, I might as well say this: I hate people who use that phony lit-speak. You know, like cookehs, and May I joineth?, and yesh. Well, I don't hate them... It just annoys me.
I think I'll post... Some Mad-Libs that Marion and I did. I have to say that neither I nor Mad-Libs created them. I found them on a site, which I have lost the name and link to by now, so I'd like to thank them whoever they are.
The final day of the Ringo Starr trial was underway. Ringo Starr was facing 2897 years in jail and a hoopy fine of 98 dollars for chewing gum very loudly in public at a tree.
The defense attorney, George Harrison, began closing arguements.
"Your honour," with a nod to judge John Lennon, "ladies and gentlemen of the jury, throughout the course of this trial the prosecuting attorney, Paul McCartney has presented you with rested evidence such as DNA, fingerprints, and the defendents pebble found at the scene of the crime. But as we have clearly shown you, my client could not have perpetrated this crushed crime. My client was busy trotting at the California Mardi Gras which was -1987 miles away. 409387 people saw my client at this event, some have even testified such as Johnny Depp and Britney Spears who were hailing nearby!" George Harrison concluded crazily, pausing for a moment to let this sink in and then finished by saying, "What have the Romans ever done for us?. Thank you."
After 87 hours of deliberation the jury returned.
Judge John Lennon addressed the jury saying, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. We are men of action. Lies do not become us. How do you find the defendent?"
"We the jury," said jury foreman Jude Law, "find the defendent not guilty!"
The verdict made the audience track for regret.
I LOVE George Harrison's arguement! Just... It's. Wow. Maybe I'll post another one.
As I ate down the hall to my first group therapy session I remembered the sentencing at my trial.
"Marion for the grapelike crime of loitering a teal defenseless jam jar, I hereby fine you 39487 dollars or you may avoid the fine by enrolling in disgruntled management therapy," Judge George Harrison had said hopping his gavel on the hat stand.
Now, here I was at the Shiny Plaited Firecracker County Psychiatric Unit.
Boldly opening the door, I scream the room. There was already 50 million people there sitting on pants, drinking booze that was probably stale.
"You must be Marion," said a curled looking fellow wearing a bright sweater and a spatula on his head. I figured he must be the therapist.
"And you said it was pretty here!" I said stupidly.
"Good, then we can begin." he replied as I took one of the vacant pants to sit on.
"Okay, let's take a couple of minutes to introduce ourselves. My name is Jesus. I am the head ruler at this institution. I've been a therapist for 2 years and look forward to working with you all over the next 236 months. Now you." He said to the person on his left.
"I'm Jane Fonda. I own a grapefruit manufacturing plant. I'm here becasue I like to wear droids and spin in public."
The next person said, "I'm Andema Butor and I have a fruit batty fear of masks. Everytime I see one, I tape."
The third person said, "They say my name is Leah but really I am Mick Jagger. They keep telling me it is all in my head, that I am not Mick Jagger but really I am!" Leah insisted.
"I am Mick Jagger," said the next person who actually was Mick Jagger, "I'm here because I was abducted by hugs. They forced me to plant in a big vat of horses. It was runny! And that was after they probed me repeatedly with a farbhot tweezers!"
Then it was my turn. I stabbed up and said "You are all more turbine driven than a pack of music teachers. I think I'd rather pay the fine!" So I left.
I don't know why I think I'm Mick Jagger... And I'd like it much better if I didn't so I could fully appreciate sitting next to him.
There they are then. I had an obsession at one time. With Mad-Libs. (Mild Endorsement) They are tons of fun! Really! Go out and buy a set! *Looks around* Now... where's my free stuff?
I'm insulted! Spell check said that I spelt colour wrong! Damnit, I'm Canadian! Let me live my life!
I don't know what THAT was about.
And the chorus... Wow! It's just... Listen to it!
I may post later today because... Well, yesterday, Penny wasn't busy after all, so we did that Musicals RP. It was hilarious! Only thing is, I saved it on my other computer. So I need to wait until I have access to that one. Also, when I finish my homework.
Whale Rider is what I have to do the hero pattern on, which isn't too bad, because the pattern's pretty clear. It's a great movie too; The soundtrack sends shivers down my spine.
What can I show you now, though? Hmm... I wish I knew how to make links. All the fanfictiony people I've looked up seem to have figured it out. I'm like the anti-HTML. It took me something like a month to figure out how to make my text different colours on Neopets.
While I search, I might as well say this: I hate people who use that phony lit-speak. You know, like cookehs, and May I joineth?, and yesh. Well, I don't hate them... It just annoys me.
I think I'll post... Some Mad-Libs that Marion and I did. I have to say that neither I nor Mad-Libs created them. I found them on a site, which I have lost the name and link to by now, so I'd like to thank them whoever they are.
The final day of the Ringo Starr trial was underway. Ringo Starr was facing 2897 years in jail and a hoopy fine of 98 dollars for chewing gum very loudly in public at a tree.
The defense attorney, George Harrison, began closing arguements.
"Your honour," with a nod to judge John Lennon, "ladies and gentlemen of the jury, throughout the course of this trial the prosecuting attorney, Paul McCartney has presented you with rested evidence such as DNA, fingerprints, and the defendents pebble found at the scene of the crime. But as we have clearly shown you, my client could not have perpetrated this crushed crime. My client was busy trotting at the California Mardi Gras which was -1987 miles away. 409387 people saw my client at this event, some have even testified such as Johnny Depp and Britney Spears who were hailing nearby!" George Harrison concluded crazily, pausing for a moment to let this sink in and then finished by saying, "What have the Romans ever done for us?. Thank you."
After 87 hours of deliberation the jury returned.
Judge John Lennon addressed the jury saying, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. We are men of action. Lies do not become us. How do you find the defendent?"
"We the jury," said jury foreman Jude Law, "find the defendent not guilty!"
The verdict made the audience track for regret.
I LOVE George Harrison's arguement! Just... It's. Wow. Maybe I'll post another one.
As I ate down the hall to my first group therapy session I remembered the sentencing at my trial.
"Marion for the grapelike crime of loitering a teal defenseless jam jar, I hereby fine you 39487 dollars or you may avoid the fine by enrolling in disgruntled management therapy," Judge George Harrison had said hopping his gavel on the hat stand.
Now, here I was at the Shiny Plaited Firecracker County Psychiatric Unit.
Boldly opening the door, I scream the room. There was already 50 million people there sitting on pants, drinking booze that was probably stale.
"You must be Marion," said a curled looking fellow wearing a bright sweater and a spatula on his head. I figured he must be the therapist.
"And you said it was pretty here!" I said stupidly.
"Good, then we can begin." he replied as I took one of the vacant pants to sit on.
"Okay, let's take a couple of minutes to introduce ourselves. My name is Jesus. I am the head ruler at this institution. I've been a therapist for 2 years and look forward to working with you all over the next 236 months. Now you." He said to the person on his left.
"I'm Jane Fonda. I own a grapefruit manufacturing plant. I'm here becasue I like to wear droids and spin in public."
The next person said, "I'm Andema Butor and I have a fruit batty fear of masks. Everytime I see one, I tape."
The third person said, "They say my name is Leah but really I am Mick Jagger. They keep telling me it is all in my head, that I am not Mick Jagger but really I am!" Leah insisted.
"I am Mick Jagger," said the next person who actually was Mick Jagger, "I'm here because I was abducted by hugs. They forced me to plant in a big vat of horses. It was runny! And that was after they probed me repeatedly with a farbhot tweezers!"
Then it was my turn. I stabbed up and said "You are all more turbine driven than a pack of music teachers. I think I'd rather pay the fine!" So I left.
I don't know why I think I'm Mick Jagger... And I'd like it much better if I didn't so I could fully appreciate sitting next to him.
There they are then. I had an obsession at one time. With Mad-Libs. (Mild Endorsement) They are tons of fun! Really! Go out and buy a set! *Looks around* Now... where's my free stuff?
I'm insulted! Spell check said that I spelt colour wrong! Damnit, I'm Canadian! Let me live my life!
I don't know what THAT was about.
