Monday, May 3, 2010

Oh, the places you'll go.

Changed seats in science. It's not so bad, except I'm sitting next to Lavendar, which is as awkward as hell. I know she'll probably be reading this, since a few weeks ago she made a reference to my blog which really pissed me off because 1) she shouldn't be reading my blog. We're not friends. And 2) someone told her who I liked at the time, who I don't anymore. Like, seriously, what the fuck?
Here's the truth: I really just don't like her. Some people just don't get along, okay? I, being the cold heartless bitch that I am, do not like her. I suppose I'm encouraged by another friend of mine who also doesn't like her, but anyway...she keeps trying to talk to me, without realizes that if I actually gave a damn about restoring the friendship I would've apologized by now. Ringo did the same thing...kept trying to talk to me, to start conversations that would never end well. I'm not some secretive mystery; if I like you and want to be your friend, I'll try to talk to you. It doesn't seem that complex to me.
I remember a dream I had once, after The Fight, where I was overly nice to Lavendar and then worried like hell that she would buy too much into it and think I wanted to be her friend again. That was the entire dream.
Anyway. Again.
There's also Lori, some quiet semip girl who I don't really talk to but seems okay, and Lesil, who scares the shi-at outta me but is also pretty funny. And LuLu, who is kind of seperated but still spends the entire class bothering Lesil. LuLu is a guy, by the way. Not to be mistaken with Lolo (heavens no!)
Going to the mall with Share-Bear and Kim-Wim tomorrow! And on Saturday, the water park (sigh...) and then a sleepover with Kim-Wim and Silver-Wilver at Kim-Wims house where we will watch V for Vendetta which is epic. Hee!

VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
So epic. So, so epic.


  1. *gasp*

    WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP!! Don't drop the F bomb like that. Sheesh.

    P.S. You missed bolding a 'v' for the word 'veteran'.

  2. I would not like if some semi-dislikeable girl was reading my blog, that's for sure :P Your weekend sounds like it will be filled with fun-ness though, so that's awesome! And hurrah for v alliterations :D

  3. what the heck?! first you call me silver-wilver (which i will kill you for) and then you dont give me credit for the V speech which i typed up and sent you?! guah!

  4. Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

    find the V's there, conasse.

  5. Mesy--
    I didn't give you credit because I googled the speech. I didn't use your e-mail. You didn't capitalize anything and I didn't want to have to go through and capitalize it. So, Christ, chill.

  6. There are so many epic speeches in that movie :)

  7. This comment has been removed by the author.

  8. ok, sorry then. wait, i could've googled that instead of wracking my brains for the entire thing??? retourne enculer les mouches, google.

  9. and the silver-wilver incident is not forgiven...or forgotten...