My list: -Lil Debbie snacks -Hugs from hot boys -amazing lyrics such as "Aren't you such a catch? What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes... We ought to buy you a Cadillac." -amazing stuff at the Dollar Tree -ska music -a bright sun in a cool car with good tunes, just cruising for miles -midnight with a bright moon with the windows down with the music up with my best friend -devoted people such as yourselves.
calls from the bf hookah sittings strangers buying me drinks glue (for playing with, not for sniffing) writing letters recieving letters laughter my friends telling me that it's OK and that I'm just neurotic alcohol as a social lubricant dancing pirates
-When seats randomly change in class and I'm suddenly sitting by a really gorgeous boy. -The Hush Sound. I'm so in love with them right now, I mean, really. -But basically any music. Haha, I tried listening to music to put me to sleep last night, and even though I was listening to slower songs, I love music so much that it just gets me excited and happy and all energized. Whoops, backfire.
He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son." He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing, "We missed the "R", we missed the "R" !"
His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.
The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"
With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word was CELEBRATE."
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i just saw it and a preview thing like nothin but interviews with the cast.
it was great ^^
Yeah, they totally didn't come. AND they added supercute bookbags after I already made my order.
Those bastards!
Seriously, you're having a first-class day, aren't you.
Seriously, you're having a first-class day, aren't you.
It would have been sooo much more depressing if it weren't for Snakes On A Plane. Bless you, Mr. Jackson.
Yay I'm currently awaiting a friend's review of it. I'm sure it was much fun.
going into Boston in general.
the cows currently set up all around Boston.
most of Boston in general...
-Lil Debbie snacks
-Hugs from hot boys
-amazing lyrics such as "Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac."
-amazing stuff at the Dollar Tree
-ska music
-a bright sun in a cool car with good tunes, just cruising for miles
-midnight with a bright moon with the windows down with the music up with my best friend
-devoted people such as yourselves.
hookah sittings
strangers buying me drinks
glue (for playing with, not for sniffing)
writing letters
recieving letters
laughter
my friends telling me that it's OK and that I'm just neurotic
alcohol as a social lubricant
dancing
pirates
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gOfRh8fCIA
-The Hush Sound. I'm so in love with them right now, I mean, really.
-But basically any music. Haha, I tried listening to music to put me to sleep last night, and even though I was listening to slower songs, I love music so much that it just gets me excited and happy and all energized. Whoops, backfire.
alcohol as a social lubricant
haha I definitely second those.
And mike and ikes make me really happy.
picollos
and a certain tenor saxaphone player
happy list: getting wristbands to see Alexisonfire on Friday.. WOO!
A young monk arrives at the monastery
He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and
laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not
from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to
question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the
first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be
continued in all of the subsequent copies.
The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries,
but you make a good point, my son." He goes down into the dark caves
underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as
archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.
Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.
So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him
banging his head against the wall and wailing,
"We missed the "R", we missed the "R" !"
His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.
The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"
With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word was CELEBRATE."
Dave...
and getting to wear a dress tongiht
whoooo