I'm such a procrastonator

My day so far:
finished, i mean, reviewed the rivals
refreshed on king lear
ate breakfast
tried to log onto that library thing, but couldnt
freaked out
texted kari
created a new account
went on facebook
checked the blog
found my two sources
went for a run
ate lunch
made brownies
wrote my name on my essay
stared at the computer screen
wrote the first paragraph
...and now here I am.

I'm not sure I'm ever going to finish.
-mr

ponder this.

if you try to fail and succeed, what have you done?

why is abbreviation such a long word?

if a hen and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, how long would it take a monkey with a wooden leg to kick the seeds out of a dill pickle? 

what do you plant to grow a seedless watermelon?

if it's zero degree outside today and it's supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?

have you ever imagined the world with no hypothetical situations?

if the world is round-- not flat-- then how can a person walk in a straight line?

why do people pay to go up a tall building and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

why do they put braille on the number pads of drive-through bank machines?

raspberry iced tea.

need i say more?

eating babies, killing old ladies

"Kill her, take her money, dedicate it to serving mankind, to the general welfare...For one life, thousands of lives saved from ruin and collapse" (Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment)
Sound familiar? I though so too. Isn't that exactly what Swift's "modest proposal" was? (replace the poor babies with a bitter old lady). As I was reading, I couldn't help but notice the striking similarity. The student in Crime and Punishment who suggested killing the old lady was asked if he would kill her himself. His response: "Of course not! I am for justice..." Swift also claimed he couldn't assist in his own plan either.

Just thought I'd point that out.

PS:
"She said nothing. She only looked at me in silence...Not as it is done here on earth, but there...where they sorrow over people, where they weep, and where they do not reproach, no they do not reproach! Yet it hurts worse, it hurts much worse, when they do not reproach..." (20)

-mr

I can't think of a clever name for this post so I'm just calling it "poetry"

If I remember correctly, Nigel/R-ski/You-know-who-you-are said we were going to be doing a poetry unit, or something of the likes. Just when I thought I was in the clear. Honestly, I don't know if I can handle it. Poetry is not my thing, right there with green vegetables and coffee. I didn't mind writing that one sonnet (and yes, it was about more than just the sea), but I think that's all the poetry I had in me. Deciphering the hidden meanings of a poem is like reading the directions written in Spanish on the back of my shampoo bottle. But don't fret -- I'll give it my best shot.

--mr

Trick or Treating

The interact club at school came up with the idea of a can drive for the holidays. The idea came up from one of the club members (Francesca) regarding trick-or-treating for cans. Although, it wasn't an interact club fundraiser. We just so happened to have thought about it in one of the meetings. The outcome was amazing. Between Aggie and Old Mill, we had more than 6 wagons filled with nonperishable food items. 

Sadly, some donaters didn't get the memo. With a giant can of Campbell's soup walking around with us, they still managed to think that we were asking for empty cans to redeem so that we could give money to local food pantries. Either way, it all went well.

We used the cans we collected to put in the senior box at the school's Halloween parade since it was a competition. Obviously, we won.

The can drive is still going on though. From now until the 12th.

I felt (and feel) so good about what we did because of how many people we are helping. Who ever said community service isn't self-satisfying? 

~kd

The New Swift?

This is going to make me sound like a loser, but I was just looking at bumperstickers on facebook. There's one that has a picture of John McCain and says "Eat the Poor." 

Naturally, I was just like "HOLY CRAP!" because we were just talking about eating poor babies in class. So I felt the need to post about it.

~kd