I wish there were more shakespeare nerds in the world.

...and by the world I mean Clemmons.
I've been labeling the date all day as "the ides of march" rather than 3/15/10.
I don't think anyone besides Ashley, Lee, and Mrs. Wood understood why I did that.
Also, English Ace is an epic win. Here's why:

Ip:"Crap...who wrote that?"
Letner:"uh...Judy Blume? No...Spinelli!"
Low:"Cool...How do you spell that?"
Letner:"Spinelli!"
Low:"Yes, but how do you spell it?!"
Letner:"JUST SAY SPINELLI."

Low:"Nick Carroway."
Ip:"No, Jay Gatsby."
Letner:"It's Nick Carroway. I promise."
Badorrek:"NO, It's Gatsby."
Ip:"GATSBY."
Low:"IT'S NICK CARROWAY!"
Letner:"Guys, we're going to win anyway. Say Nick."
Badorrek:"NO!"
Ip: "SERIOUSLY. IT'S GATSBY."
Letner:"JUST SAY STUART EGAN."
Low:"We have our answers. For part A, we have Stuart Egan."

Moderator: "Please answer the following questions about Homer's The Odyssey. A) Who is the protagonist? B)What was his bed made of? C)What war was the protagonist returning from?
Low:"Okay so A) Odysseus, and C) The Trojan war. What about B?"
Letner:"Uh, I know this...some sort of a tree?"
Ip:"Yeah!...but what kind?"
Low:"I'll just say tree."
Low:"For part A, we have Odysseus. For part B, a tree. For part C, the Trojan war."
Moderator: "Could you be more specific on B?"
Letner:"Fuck."
Low:"Damn it, I knew she was going to ask that."
Letner:"uh...Oak?"
Ip:"Shit, what kind of trees are there? Um, Pine? No...they're in Greece...there are olives there...Olive?"
Low:"Sure, why not?"
Low:"For part B, we have Olive?
Moderator:"You have three parts correct for twelve points."
Letner:"...well damn."

Moderator:"Please answer the following questions about Charles Dickens' Great Expectations. A)Who is the protagonist? B)Who is the protagonist's ultimate benefactor? C)What is the protagonist's expected proffesion?"
Low:"Okay so, A, Pip. B...?"
Ip:"Magwitch."
Low:"What about C? Kelli?"
Letner:"Shit, I don't know. A pick pocket? Wasn't there something about him learning to pick pocket?"
Low:"I think he was supposed to be a sheep farmer? Wasn't there a sheep farm in there? There definitely was."
Letner:"A what?"
Ip:"Melissa, he was NOT a sheep farmer."
Low:"Then what do I put?"
Letner:"Please, sur, can I has some more?"
Ip:"Oh geez, I don't know."
Ip:"A pirate. Just say a pirate."
Low:"But...!"
Moderator:"Time."
Low:"uh...for part A, we have Pip. For part B, Magwitch. And for C...uh...A pirate."
Moderator:"You have two parts correct for a total of eight points. For part C, we were looking for 'a common laborer.'"
Low, Letner, Ip:"...Oh."

Moderator:"Next toss up. Who wrote the novel Push?"
Letner:"Sapphire."
Moderator:"That is correct."
Low:"PRECIOUSSSS."
Moderator:"Yes, West?"
Low:"Nothing."

[Written to each other]
Low:Sorry about the Gatsby question, I thought she said Narrator.
Ip:Narrator≠Proatgonist
Letner:We still won.
Low:Yes, but you could argue that Nick is the protagonist.
Ip:But he's not!
Letner:We still won

here.

Here on my limb,
I post mark the leaves so that when they fall,
you'll know where they came from.

I watch the tops of the heads of dizzied passers by while they swoon.
and my leaves fall floatingly,
down, down, down.

I am above all conjunction,
my dazed-crazy head is too great a lover for traffic lights,
cars,
commotion.

I scoop my heart up next to my knees,
and breathe in the altitude of being too far,
but just close enough.

And I wait for someone
to look up.

Someday

They yell, "Right on!"
A class-act president,
you are my boss; I am competent in your eyes.
Move up.
Don't stand back here and wait
like an animal at a farmers gate-
am I food or am I free?
So, speak up.
This is your last chance, my friend,
roll the windows down and take me in.
Reach out-
say what you're really about.
Are you coming here or not?
Are you coming out?

Might paint something I might want to hang here someday.
Might write something I might want to say to you someday.
Might do something I'll be proud of someday.
Mark my words, I might be something someday.

I don't want to know that you don't want me.
I don't want to know what you'd do without me.
I don't want to know what I'd be without you.
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.

(If you don't love Tegan and Sara- I don't love you.)
...
(The above statement is complete hyperbole.)

whoops

I wish my artistic abilities were existent.

My life is a bad Bon Jovi song.

I keep coming back here, and thinking of this song.

Lay your head on my pillow,
I'll sit beside you on the bed.
Don't you think its time we say
Some things we haven't said?
It's not too late to get back to that place,
Back to where we thought it was before.
Why don't you look at me
Till we ain't strangers anymore?

Sometimes it's hard to love me,
Sometimes it's hard to love you too.
I know it's hard believing
That love can pull us through.
It would be so easy
To live your life with one foot out the door.
Just hold me baby,
Till we ain't strangers anymore.

It's hard to find forgiveness
When we just turn out the light.
It's hard to say you're sorry
When you can't tell wrong from right.
It would be so easy
To spend your whole damn life
Just keeping score.
So let's get down to it baby;
There ain't no need to lie.

Tell me who you think you see
When you look into my eyes.
Lets put our two hearts back together,
And we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor.

ah, formspring and its evils.

an·o·nym·i·ty (ān'ə-nĭm'ĭ-tē) noun.

1.The quality or state of being unknown or unacknowledged.
2.One that is unknown or unacknowledged.
3.a tool that when used on http://www.formspring.me/ sprouts hate and malevolent behavior. This tool is also completely useless if it is completely obvious who you are.

ah.

hard-hearted don't worry- I'm ready for the fight.
Unnerve, the nerve.
You're nervous,
nervous that I'm right.
Now, with your cause and affection on my mind,
I won't yield, throw caution into the blaze.
Now you know you know it now and so,
watch.
with a little friction,
I'll be under your clothes.
with a little focus,
I'll be under your skin.