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Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Got this from Dennis' Blog. I dare you DQ. and Angie, how bout you and me at UBC?
heh
50 things to do on a final
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes.Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc...). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat th is process every fifteen
minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Turet's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc..).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink)
26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
32. Bring a water pistol with you. Nuff said.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get PI and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attache d notes for
references as you see fit."
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the
phrase "Told you so".
50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx Sucks"
rock me
heh
50 things to do on a final
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes.Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc...). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat th is process every fifteen
minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Turet's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc..).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink)
26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!"
32. Bring a water pistol with you. Nuff said.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get PI and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attache d notes for
references as you see fit."
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the
phrase "Told you so".
50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx Sucks"
rock me
Monday, November 11, 2002
What a day. What a day.
Thank you Ziiq, for talking TKSS logic. Totally.
3 hours of math, 3 hours of econs, a dead brain, a burised heart.
dang it.
And I still don't understand why I feel so uncomfortable in school, it's almost like I hate the environment, or it hates me. I can walk into a pub, anywhere with full understanding, knowledge, and assurance of who I am, my capabilities, my worth. But not school, it's as if it questions my basic being, as if I've never been good enough, pretty enough, bleh. What really baffles me is that I actually bother. I mean check out people (DQ and Angie will vouch for me right babes?) I can't respect 1/2 of them, they just don't seem to be... there, anywhere... so why do i bother?
This whole thing is straining me, I wonder how I'm being judged, and why i bother. They say it's because I haven't tried, that I was wrong, wrong time, wrong way, That i did this. At least that's how i feel, some can't look me in the eye. It's a hellish place. I just thank God for those who can and do. Love you girls.
Thank you Ziiq, for talking TKSS logic. Totally.
3 hours of math, 3 hours of econs, a dead brain, a burised heart.
dang it.
And I still don't understand why I feel so uncomfortable in school, it's almost like I hate the environment, or it hates me. I can walk into a pub, anywhere with full understanding, knowledge, and assurance of who I am, my capabilities, my worth. But not school, it's as if it questions my basic being, as if I've never been good enough, pretty enough, bleh. What really baffles me is that I actually bother. I mean check out people (DQ and Angie will vouch for me right babes?) I can't respect 1/2 of them, they just don't seem to be... there, anywhere... so why do i bother?
This whole thing is straining me, I wonder how I'm being judged, and why i bother. They say it's because I haven't tried, that I was wrong, wrong time, wrong way, That i did this. At least that's how i feel, some can't look me in the eye. It's a hellish place. I just thank God for those who can and do. Love you girls.
Sunday, November 10, 2002
*silence*
A week. One more week and I'd be a happy girl,
3 Weeks. Three more weeks and I'd really be a happy girl.
Thank you all for keeping me in your prayers, for the rest, I'm praying too.
Song of the day
... it's for you too... for today.
Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
~ I guess that's why they call it the blues by Elton John
Of course we gotta do a bit of a gender switch eh?
...Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers...
A week. One more week and I'd be a happy girl,
3 Weeks. Three more weeks and I'd really be a happy girl.
Thank you all for keeping me in your prayers, for the rest, I'm praying too.
Song of the day
... it's for you too... for today.
Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
~ I guess that's why they call it the blues by Elton John
Of course we gotta do a bit of a gender switch eh?
...Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers...
Saturday, November 09, 2002
Friday at Coffee bean ~ Black Coffee
Night Swimming
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldn't wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Day dreaming
Chain smoking
Always laughin
Always jokin
I remain the same
Did I tell you that I love you
Brush your teeth
And pour a cup of black coffee out
I love to watch you do that every day
The little things that you do
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldnt wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
Nice women
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
...Why is there oil floating on top?
...Oh, it's because of the beans madam, see when we grind the coffee beans...
...But I'm drinking hot cocoa...
Night Swimming
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldn't wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Day dreaming
Chain smoking
Always laughin
Always jokin
I remain the same
Did I tell you that I love you
Brush your teeth
And pour a cup of black coffee out
I love to watch you do that every day
The little things that you do
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldnt wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
Nice women
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
...Why is there oil floating on top?
...Oh, it's because of the beans madam, see when we grind the coffee beans...
...But I'm drinking hot cocoa...
Thursday, November 07, 2002
3 hours and a babe
We visted Sue again today. She looks great, I'm starting to see that wonderful girl she once was before it took over. She is so beautiful, it hurts me i guess to see her in such a state. We laughed, talked, shared and high-fived a lot. Finding common ground all over again. I cannot wait for her to be back.
Miki was gone, to social welfare... I can only pray that she is ok...
So is our fallen nature that we chase our children out of our bosoms. That we fall prey to pincers, that ironically seem to be attached to ourselves. mmumpph.
Song of the Day: Lagrene Bireli & Jaco Pastorius - The Chicken.
We visted Sue again today. She looks great, I'm starting to see that wonderful girl she once was before it took over. She is so beautiful, it hurts me i guess to see her in such a state. We laughed, talked, shared and high-fived a lot. Finding common ground all over again. I cannot wait for her to be back.
Miki was gone, to social welfare... I can only pray that she is ok...
So is our fallen nature that we chase our children out of our bosoms. That we fall prey to pincers, that ironically seem to be attached to ourselves. mmumpph.
Song of the Day: Lagrene Bireli & Jaco Pastorius - The Chicken.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Find Your Inner Cartoon Babe
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What sexy girl are you
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How slutty are you? I mean really.
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How strange are you?
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Seriously?
Mythical Creatures
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You are a unicorn. You've had a lot of heartbreak, but you don't let it get in your way. Don't hold your anger in too much, But at the same time, don't take it out on your friends and family, either. Unicorns are known for their beautiful but untame nature.
Heart break?
Psychology Test - Are you Sane?
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Somehow You have arived on the top of the scale, You seem smart when it comes to school, work, and love, You typicly have a good outlook on life, and most people under this catagory are still close to their parrents. We all should learn from you.
As you can tell, I'm bored out of my shirt.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Something, last year. I dug it up, a little historic find... embarrassing but honest. That's what we're all made of... little sparks of embarrassment and honesty. I contemplated censoring the idiotic bits, the ones that made me want to slap myself... But we can't claim to be honest, and leave out the awkward bits. Maybe, if you read this, think hard enough, you'd know, then again, not many would be bother so it's ok.
So you've moved. Congrats on your new room. Hardly an apt greeting but never mind. So how have you been? It's been a while.
What have you been up to so far? I haven't an inkling of an idea of your standing in your life now. *blink blink* I'm extremely frustrated. I've been a dazzle-head lately. Forgetting things, been perpatually tired (I think that's the worst), lagging in school work etc.
Ok, the seedlings of another depressing letter. Hey, I like letters written or received, depressing or not. I know you'd opt for the latter but oh well, this is such a depressing colour.
I miss you a lot, I miss Dennis a lot, Luke, David, daniel, Ian, Adele etc. I really wish I could go back. I'm trying I am. But I can't. I've left and lost my place. There's really no way back I feel. Spoke to Dennis that day, poured it all out. Whimpy huh? Okay I'll cut that.
Anyway who I'm highly intersted in now is you (oh gee, maybe that's why I wrote! You think?)
I go to church and look at the people there. There only one I don't recognise is you. *frown* you know what i'm talking about. Quit frowning. Been a long time, been too far away. Don't think that's not anticipated, maybe even welcomed to you. Well enjoy the fruits of your lack-of-labour. I wish I could.
You know what. I stumbled across an interesting verse. "be careaful not to forgot the Lord your God" I think this says a lot yah? Anyway doing QT? I'm not. Dong is. What a strange flip-over.
You know how sampson lied to delilah abt. his hair? Some p.ple use that to justify white lies... Still whose to say that what sampson did was right? False assumption... Alas! How then do we lie? I think we're all liars... We're a pretty sad lot. Sometimes, I wish I had more guts, more brain, to walk away. Then again, don't we all?
You know what I like about my letters to you? (I only write this way to you) they're like dreams little disjuncted garbage bags that do away with what's crowding my mind. Consequence or not. Sorry it had to be you... Don't have to reply. You can't anyway.
Song of the night: I'll be ok. Amanda Marshall.
So you've moved. Congrats on your new room. Hardly an apt greeting but never mind. So how have you been? It's been a while.
What have you been up to so far? I haven't an inkling of an idea of your standing in your life now. *blink blink* I'm extremely frustrated. I've been a dazzle-head lately. Forgetting things, been perpatually tired (I think that's the worst), lagging in school work etc.
Ok, the seedlings of another depressing letter. Hey, I like letters written or received, depressing or not. I know you'd opt for the latter but oh well, this is such a depressing colour.
I miss you a lot, I miss Dennis a lot, Luke, David, daniel, Ian, Adele etc. I really wish I could go back. I'm trying I am. But I can't. I've left and lost my place. There's really no way back I feel. Spoke to Dennis that day, poured it all out. Whimpy huh? Okay I'll cut that.
Anyway who I'm highly intersted in now is you (oh gee, maybe that's why I wrote! You think?)
I go to church and look at the people there. There only one I don't recognise is you. *frown* you know what i'm talking about. Quit frowning. Been a long time, been too far away. Don't think that's not anticipated, maybe even welcomed to you. Well enjoy the fruits of your lack-of-labour. I wish I could.
You know what. I stumbled across an interesting verse. "be careaful not to forgot the Lord your God" I think this says a lot yah? Anyway doing QT? I'm not. Dong is. What a strange flip-over.
You know how sampson lied to delilah abt. his hair? Some p.ple use that to justify white lies... Still whose to say that what sampson did was right? False assumption... Alas! How then do we lie? I think we're all liars... We're a pretty sad lot. Sometimes, I wish I had more guts, more brain, to walk away. Then again, don't we all?
You know what I like about my letters to you? (I only write this way to you) they're like dreams little disjuncted garbage bags that do away with what's crowding my mind. Consequence or not. Sorry it had to be you... Don't have to reply. You can't anyway.
Song of the night: I'll be ok. Amanda Marshall.
Monday, November 04, 2002
*grump*
Hannah is in a bad mood. Hannah is not one for studying. She desperately wants to go outside to play. She wants over-nighters, booze, pubs, music, shopping and all other antithesis' to studying.
*grump*
Hannah has been foul for the past few months, due to lots of happenings. This has been a trying time for her and she is not making any effort to NOT sound like a brat. She is at her wits end with so many tangents on her mind.
*grump*
Hannah is unsure of her prep for the Big A's. Hannah feels over-prepared and under-prepared at the same time. She isn't sure if she can be bothered either. She's depressed Self-indulgent and whiney. She needs a slap. She irritates me.
May this be her song in 3 weeks.
Sunday Morning After
(Cell phone ringing)
Amanda: "Uh-hello?"
Guy: "Where are you?"
Amanda: "What time is it?"
Guy" "Ummm...it's...1:30...in the afternoon"
Amanda: "Uh"
Guy: "Are you alright?"
Amanda: "Hang on"
I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)
By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)
I was dancing with Jake
When I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause what happened to me?
I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song!"
(And then it all gets hazy)
And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)
I blacked out I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where I am now, baby
Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)
'Cause this is insane!
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
(Oh my god! Oh my god!)
My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride
You can take me anywhere twice
But the second time will be to apologize
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
How did I?
- amanda marshall, sunday morning after
Hannah is of the opinion that DQ will like this song.
Hannah is in a bad mood. Hannah is not one for studying. She desperately wants to go outside to play. She wants over-nighters, booze, pubs, music, shopping and all other antithesis' to studying.
*grump*
Hannah has been foul for the past few months, due to lots of happenings. This has been a trying time for her and she is not making any effort to NOT sound like a brat. She is at her wits end with so many tangents on her mind.
*grump*
Hannah is unsure of her prep for the Big A's. Hannah feels over-prepared and under-prepared at the same time. She isn't sure if she can be bothered either. She's depressed Self-indulgent and whiney. She needs a slap. She irritates me.
May this be her song in 3 weeks.
Sunday Morning After
(Cell phone ringing)
Amanda: "Uh-hello?"
Guy: "Where are you?"
Amanda: "What time is it?"
Guy" "Ummm...it's...1:30...in the afternoon"
Amanda: "Uh"
Guy: "Are you alright?"
Amanda: "Hang on"
I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)
By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)
I was dancing with Jake
When I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause what happened to me?
I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song!"
(And then it all gets hazy)
And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)
I blacked out I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where I am now, baby
Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)
'Cause this is insane!
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
(Oh my god! Oh my god!)
My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride
You can take me anywhere twice
But the second time will be to apologize
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
How did I?
- amanda marshall, sunday morning after
Hannah is of the opinion that DQ will like this song.
Sunday, November 03, 2002
So many things. Too small a head.
I bought my dress. Prom dress. I'm happy.
I cannot get over what happened on friday afternoon.
Not my fault, I had no intention, but I pulled the trigger.
So get out of my selfishness and be strong for... But how can i be anything for?
I'm sorry Mr teo, if I have been disturbing you.
So we've got it spinning round. What do we do? Naught.
Blessed are the shallow, depth they'd never find
~JOC
*nod*
Also, I'm suddenly plagued with insecurities, what, if I had been wrong?
hmmmmmm....
*never declare what you cannot be sure of, you'd only end up explaining yourself*
Somewhat echoing the fool in Lear.
Band of the evening: Save Ferris. THE WORLD IS NEW!
I bought my dress. Prom dress. I'm happy.
I cannot get over what happened on friday afternoon.
Not my fault, I had no intention, but I pulled the trigger.
So get out of my selfishness and be strong for... But how can i be anything for?
I'm sorry Mr teo, if I have been disturbing you.
So we've got it spinning round. What do we do? Naught.
Blessed are the shallow, depth they'd never find
~JOC
*nod*
Also, I'm suddenly plagued with insecurities, what, if I had been wrong?
hmmmmmm....
*never declare what you cannot be sure of, you'd only end up explaining yourself*
Somewhat echoing the fool in Lear.
Band of the evening: Save Ferris. THE WORLD IS NEW!
