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March 20th, 2007
10:28 pm [Link]	"Poem 42" by ee cummings n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s Current Mood: tired Tags: ee cummings, poem (Stage a revolution)
March 4th, 2007
09:33 pm [Link]	Oh boy I can't wait for JSA this week! Resolved: Communism is a better than capitalism. Need I say more! he's my hero hope to see a big meeting, I'll be putting up posters around the school, at least a hundred of them or so Current Location: USSR Current Mood: communism! Current Music: "Beasts of England" by George Orwell Tags: jsa! (Stage a revolution)
February 22nd, 2007
04:23 pm [Link]	WINTER CONGRESS!!!!!!!!!!!! Winter Congress in a matter of hours! JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA JSA Current Location: JSA! Current Mood: excited Current Music: JSA! Tags: jsa! (1 instigated \| Stage a revolution)
February 12th, 2007
08:52 pm [Link]	physics trip damn eight people per class rule, i can't go on the physics trip. gosh darnit! Current Location: here, there, and everywhere Current Mood: angry (Stage a revolution)
February 6th, 2007
10:17 pm [Link]	stupid schedule stupid art requirement, making me take CAD. stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Current Mood: annoyed (1 instigated \| Stage a revolution)
February 5th, 2007
09:33 pm [Link]	THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTERism That's right, I am officially a "pastafarian" now. All hail the church of FSM! Current Location: The Church of FSM Current Mood: pasta! Current Music: anything a pastafarian would listen to (4 instigated \| Stage a revolution)
February 3rd, 2007
11:19 am [Link]	diamonds and jews on friday's video in chemistry, we saw how diamonds are formed and sold. There was an abundance of jewish people buying and selling them. apparently the jews own the world's supply of diamonds. conspiracy? i think so! Tags: diamonds, jews (Stage a revolution)
10:41 am [Link]	global warming i got an IM from raj he believes in global warming! miracles do come true! Tags: global warming (1 instigated \| Stage a revolution)
February 2nd, 2007
05:22 pm [Link]	My favorite poem: "Ode to American English" by Barbara Handy: I was missing English one day, American, really, with its pill-popping Hungarian goulash of everything from Anglo-Saxon to Zulu, because British English is not the same, if the paperback dictionary I bought at Brentano's on the Avenue de l'Opera is any indication, too cultured by half. Oh, the English know their dahlias, but what about doowop, donuts, Dick Tracy, Tricky Dick? With their elegant Oxfordian accents, how could they understand my yearning for the hotrod, hotdog, hot flash vocabulary of the U. S. of A., the fragmented fandango of Dagwood's everyday flattening of Mr. Beasley on the sidewalk, fetuses floating on billboards, drive-by monster hip-hop stereos shaking the windows of my dining room like a 7.5 earthquake, Ebonics, Spanglish, "you know" used as comma and period, the inability of 90% of the population to get the past perfect: I have went, I have saw, I have tooken Jesus into my heart, the battle cry of the Bible Belt, but no one uses the King James anymore, only plain-speak versions, in which Jesus, raising Lazarus from the dead, says, "Dude, wake up," and the L-man bolts up like a B-movie mummy, "Whoa, I was toasted." Yes, ma'am, I miss the mongrel plentitude of American English, its fall-guy, rat-terrier, dog-pound neologisms, the bomb of it all, the rushing River Jordan backwoods mutability of it, the low-rider, boom-box cruise of it, from New Joisey to Ha-wah-ya with its sly dog, malasada-scarfing beach blanket lingo to the ubiquitous Valley Girl's like-like stuttering, shopaholic rant. I miss its quotidian beauty, its querulous back-biting righteous indignation, its preening rotgut flag-waving cowardice. Suffering Succotash, sputters Sylvester the Cat; sine die, say the pork-bellied legislators of the swamps and plains. I miss all those guys, their Tweety-bird resilience, their Doris Day optimism, the candid unguent of utter unhappiness on every channel, the midnight televangelist euphoric stew, the junk mail, voice mail vernacular. On every boulevard and rue I miss the Tarzan cry of Johnny Weismueller, Johnny Cash, Johnny B. Goode, and all the smart-talking, gum-snapping hard-girl dialogue, finger-popping x-rated street talk, sports babble, Cheetoes, Cheerios, chili dog diatribes. Yeah, I miss them all, sitting here on my sidewalk throne sipping champagne verses lined up like hearses, metaphors juking, nouns zipping in my head like Corvettes on Dexadrine, French verbs slitting my throat, yearning for James Dean to jump my curb. (Stage a revolution)

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