the end is the beginning is the end

the end is the beginning is the end

:: 2004 20 November :: 2.47am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: radiohead - i might be wrong

what would i do?
"A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of Communism. All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcize this spectre: Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police spies.
Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as Communistic by its opponents in power? Where the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opoosition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?
Two things result from this fact:
I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European Powers to be itself a Power.
II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their arms, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a Manifesto of the party itself."

-The Communist Manifesto

(the future looked much brighter in 1848 than it does today i'm afraid. there was a time when equality was a dream, now it's a fiction. there was a time when freedom was a hope, now it's a 'concept'.

the political situation of the world today saddens me. in a world where we pride ourselves in global civilization, racism, sexism and the defiance of any popular authority for the sake of defiance are rampant. to become different is no longer a happening of chance, it is a well-thought out and carefully planned sales campaign.

we're selling ourselves, our souls and our families. all we want is to be loved? and this i waht we do for love? we give away our most treasured and irreplacable valuables: our personalities.

for the sake of love?

no. for the sake of money.

and you know what saddens me the most?

i want money, too.)

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nerdalert

:: 2004 18 November :: 10.14pm

I just wanted you all to be aware...
fiordelisa5: and just for the record, i only molest little school girls on the weekend

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moana

:: 2004 15 November :: 6.55am
:: Music: scorpions - new generation

spending the night at andy's

talking in the kitchen...

me: you remember last year around exams when i kept drawing naked women all over the place?
andy: yeah.
me: were they all too skinny?
andy: i don't know. i love drawing naked women. i think they're the most beautiful things in the world. i love naked women.
*two moms enter kitchen*
andy: this is not appropriate conversation...

i see something flying around the room...

me: there's something flying in your room
andy: ew *throws a hair brush at it*
me: hey! what if it was some maigcal fairy that's here to make all our dreams come true?

while talking about les mis...

andy: marius is a dick, i don't believe in him.
me: so... you don't believe in dicks?

after lunch...

andy: i'm hungry.
me: we just had lunch.
*both go silent*
andy: maybe we're in the twilight zone...

while andy reads some history thing

"In part under the influence of Marxism and in part inspired by the French Annales school, they insisted on studying history "from below".

come on, you don't have to be a toto to see how wrong that is.

just now:

andy: remember that thing i said, don't touch my mouse, don't touch my feet?
me: that's not funny.
andy: it was funny at the time.
me: but wasn't it like 6 30 in the morning? a lot of things are funny at 6 30 in the morning.
andy: no, it was when you were trying to play footsie with me.

talking to shamlawi on the phone:

shamlawi (on speaker phone): i can't believe there are racist people in the house of God.
me: there should be a sign on the door.
andy: "no assholes in the house of God."
shamlawi: i mean it's just sick, it's so...
andy: *starts playing mary had a little goonie thing with the keypad*

more madness to come. COME! *giggles*

and we'll think of more stuff later.

oh and p.s. andy's cat, luna, has a weird pee fetish.

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nerdalert

:: 2004 14 November :: 11.22pm

These words came from danielle verstraete's mouth!
guajiragoddess: well, the underliner is not going to finish her paper tonight
guajiragoddess: or read for tommorrow
guajiragoddess: and i am so excited about it
guajiragoddess: i'm going STRAIGHT to bed
guajiragoddess: STRAIGHT like my underlines

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WhitePony

:: 2004 14 November :: 11.18am

I want a girl that I can sing HIM songs to

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WhitePony

:: 2004 12 November :: 5.37pm

I find Teri Hatcher to be quite delectable

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moana

:: 2004 12 November :: 3.09pm
:: Music: dead or alive - you spin me right round

modern art
andy: look! it's a blue trash can! it's ART!

me: yes! and inside is a piece of GUM. it represents the YOUTH!

andy: the youth is wasted in the garbage!

me: and there's pink juice all over it!

andy: the BLOOD of the innocent!

modern art, ladies and gentlemen. there's nothing quite like it.

damien: so this girl chops the top part of her ear off, right?

me: what?!

damien: well she didn't actually chop it off herself, she had someone else do it for her.

me: why?

damien: it was a performance piece. it was art! she was proving a point on how the world is deaf.

me: that's just sick.

damian: so here's my thought. this lass cuts a bit of her ear off, and she's an artist. how come you got all buggered when i cut that tiny part of your ear off?

me: i didn't get paid to do it and the only point it proved was that you can't pierce a thing when you're wasted.

modern art is about something very special.

maymay: i think a tattoo is a form of art.

me: yours isn't.

maymay: why not?

me: it's a tattoo of your brother's name.

maymay: but it's on my ass, and that's a piece of art.

modern art is about expressing emotion.

sarah: lebanese people are all about honking, i can't go anywhere without the honking, it's ridiculous!

me: yeah i remember that being an annoyance for me.

sarah: why do they do it? is it like britney's art?

me: britney spears?

sarah: yeah.

me: how do you mean?

sarah: well it's just a lot of noise about being angry and horny. art, right?

modern art. can't live with it, can't get rid of it.

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moana

:: 2004 10 November :: 7.07am
:: Mood: my head is about to spin off my neck and fly into
:: Music: fiona apple - please send me someone to love

attention sil vous plais!
this is being onlining partying in the honouring of your two favourite people. that's right, Laurence Anthony Vanden Boom and Fajer Khaled Ahmad Boarki. i forget what the occasion is, but party!

all are invited. AC, i know you're gonna read this in a couple hours, so i want you there especially because you and danielle just have to meet.

in the commenting portion of this post, people shall begin to agree on a time and things. i want to say woohu chat, but AC is sad like that.

msn might have to be the answer.

laurence, i know you're busy, but ORGANIZE MY DAMN PARTY!

i think i'm out of things to get people to do for me.

matrices transformations and translations test: i have no clue, like literally, no clue how i did. it was easy. too easy. i must have done something wrong.

TOEFLs: 237-293 (out of 300). not bad at all, eh? oh but there was this one part in the contract where it said "i shall not disclose any information to any persons or entities." persons or entities? like, don't tell foofoo and larry? or don't call up wayne on the phone, "hey wayne! you and murry will never guess what the essay question on my TOEFL was!"

monologue performance: she hated it. conway, chum-umha, hated it. "it's not personal, we're not learning about you, i see no real convictions in your performance, you sound like an earnest teenager." bitch. so i'm re-writing it this break.

college applications: i gave in a request for my transcript and have downloaded about seven college applications, with the help of my beloved faroo7a. uh-oh, and this is a big uh-oh. University of Pennsylvania, my long-shot, my ivy league dream, wants not one, not two, but three SAT II Subject Tests. ray (our college councelor) thinks i should take the math IIC, which is pure calculus, but i think i might take just the regular IC. he also recommends i take the writing test (i am not worried) and a science (i am very worried). science? science? physics was my ace-in-the-hole, physics was the only science i was good at, and young trampled that for me last year in IB Higher Level physics. science? what the hell am i suppsoed to take?! *freaks out* chemistry maybe? i could get help before-hand, but damn teachers won't do anything for free. especially young. bastard... i hate him. he ruined my GPA, my self-esteem and now he's ruining the remainder of my academic life.

GPA: so far in the semester, 3.77; not bad, but not good enough. *studies harder*

those are the highlights of my week. pretty sad, eh? i guess it could be worse. but it's not necessarily going to get better, either. for starters, my homework for arabic over the break is to write a paper on women's rights in marriage and islam. *grimaces*

now excuse me, there's a kofta in the oven that's not going to cook itself and a salad just waiting to be made.

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WhitePony

:: 2004 9 November :: 8.38am
:: Music: the music of Mr. Holland's Opus

Danielle to Laurence: What is something you�ve learned about Joe since he�s been here?
Laurence: Uh�.um�when we were watching the Ellen DVD I noticed he blinks a lot.
Joe: WHAT!? I blink a lot!?
Laurence: Yeah, I dunno, I guess. I just noticed you blinked a lot.
Joe: Why the hell were you paying attention to my blinking rather than watching the DVD? I feel violated!
Laurence: Hahaha

Of course this is not verbatim, and it was 4 months ago, so I don�t remember exactly, but its close enough.

So a few weeks ago I remembered this conversation and I put it to the test. I was watching Law & Order at a friend�s house and I was competing with the actors on the show, and I�d blink like twice before they blinked once. But I wasn�t convinced, it could�ve been some trickery of television. So I tested myself against the three other people in the room. I was sitting in a position where I could creepily watch them and not be noticed. And again, my eyes would dry out quicker than them. So I�ve concluded that these Caribbean Blues need to be reunited with the sea a bit more often than regular folk.

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nerdalert

:: 2004 8 November :: 5.46pm

where the hell are you DANIELLE VERSTRAETE???

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moana

:: 2004 8 November :: 2.23pm
:: Mood: appreciative
:: Music: b'jork - unravel

marriage

in words exchanged between a separated mother and her first lover, madison garths wrote:

Your company soothes my misery
Floating away in tobacco air
When, seven smoke rings later, I realize:
We're practically engaged and I'm married
Until death do my Love part

(from "Death of a Family")

in a conversation with kaileen on marriage, these words were exchanged:

bo3riki says:
so what happens if you lose all your rights as a US citizen?
Kaileen says:
then i shove uncomfortable stuff up bush's ass
bo3riki says:
noted. but what would you and mel do? would you ever consider divorce?
Kaileen says:
no way in hell. maybe i don't believe in the church, but i beleive in "until death do us part"... nothing's going to separate me from the woman i love but death

it's remarkable how my two favourite women think about marriage.

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nerdalert

:: 2004 8 November :: 1.20pm

new best weekend ever
came home from school thursday because one of my classes got cancelled and the other we were watching a movie in, so i skiped it (i know danielle, gasp for air, skipping class is a new term for you). friday i had to take the kitties to the vet for shots, that was fun...not. weezer was fine but sam was a bitch it took me 3 or 4 tries to get him in his damn box to take him to the vet.
then it was friday night baby, beastie boys!! fucking awesome, we were like right next to the stage in the first bowl. MCA came running up my isle, damn sweet! and of course the last song was sabotage, and they introduced it by saying "this song goes out to george w bush, its called sabotage" then i went and hung out with janet and it was sweet because we hadnt hung out for a while by ourselves.

saturday i wake up at 11 because bill and rox were over and they were leaving to move to their new house and of course my mom and rox are crying. thyre cool, rox lived there for 15 years i dont understand why theyre so bummed out its not like we cant talk to them anymore. saturday night was fucking better than friday. me and stein and jon bay went to the green day show and it was sweet, we never even saw our real seats. but backing up, we had to park in the boonies and WALK to cobo, fun fun, i love tunels in detroit that blow shit and air out at head level. but we got down to the a section and were gonna jump the wall so we could get in pits and surf and shit, but jon jumped the wall and was going to distract the guard and some other dude came up to him, grabbed him and goes "i saw you run from me you little shit" and kicked him out of cobo completely but he got back in, damn straight. then we proceeded to chuck ice cubes at the guy who kicked him out, i hit his leg, jeff hit his gut and jon hit his back with the cup! we never did get on the floor but the show was fucking awesome.
then we went to dennys, and poopy diapered bruces porch! it was awesome, then i went to ryans with janet and mel, and we watched "dont be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood"

i think i want to go to the night 89x stole christmas, its only $26. there arent really like awesome bands there in my opinion, but it would still be fun to be in pits and surf

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nugenta3

:: 2004 7 November :: 6.01pm

this is she
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.