Fits of randomness

Laura came by. I may be getting a job. That'd be interesting.

The Britten is cool. If you are opposed to war, you'll love it.

[Insert expletive which is most meaningful to you of extreme frustration].

I hope I haven't ruined what I had. I know he's not as dysfunctional as he thinks he is.

Twelfth NIght: "If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy."

Increasingly comedic interludes in conversation

Me: As an observer slightly more objective than I can claim to be, would you say I'm a sap?
Tony: a sap? In what way? That's generally not what I would describe you as...
Me: Well, I know that cynical unfeeling bitch comes to mind more quickly, but I seem to be overly emotional, as I observe myself recently.
Tony: Yes you are about some things... you cynical unfeeling bitch you. Nah... your much more indifferent about the things that most kids our age care about than you are cynical about them...
Me: But on the other hand, the other things.
Tony: Yup... you can be highly sensitive about certain matters. You could call yourself a sap I suppose now that I think about it... but not about the same things as most people
Me: hmm
Tony: I dunno... you've got a rather hard personality to analyze because it is so contradicory... you can be on open book at times and be intensely private the next
Me: I suppose... I've never thought of myself as an open book, but I guess I must be that much of an oblivious sap... When is it easy to read me? Or do I just tell you stuff?
Tony: Both... but generally beacause I've come to recognise the way you show emotion... and you have no inhibitions about telling others your feelings... most of the time
Me: I usually just don't tell people what's causing them.
Tony: True... they just read it in your live journal
Tony: Because they have no life!!!!!!!!!1
Me: True!!!!!!!
Me: Wow, that was cathartic. I don't think I've ever used that many exclamation points in a row.
Tony: Welcome to the world of mindless happyness... that startling revelation just called for them I suppose
Me: Happyness?
Tony: oh happiness... leave me alone
Me: No, I'm a cynical unfeeling bitch.


Me: Oo, I look demonic in that one
Tony: ... these pics are loading reeeally slowly
Me: they're quite big.
Me: you can thumbnail them from [a page]
Me: But that page would take even longer to load, I'm sure, and there are only a few with us in them.
Tony: MY LORD PROTECT ME FROM SATAN WHO LURKS IN THE CORNER!
Me: Ah, yes.
Tony: scary
Me: I've become comfortable with my demonism.


Tony: Those things look like they could be used as raxor blades... oh! Today I found out that Ms. Nelson actually forgot to give me a page of Star Vicino... the addition made it much better
Me: Goodgood.
Me: Raxor sounds much more sinister. Keep it.
Tony: Fine... we should keep track of our typs and hand them out in a big book as christmas presents...
Tony: tpos I mean
Me: Ha


Me: He sat next to me in madrigals, today. He is singularly comfortable to lie on in class.
Tony: Yup... I was in a car with him once for some rEASON AND SOMEONE SAID HE HAD MUCH MORE "SQUISHY" SHOULDERS THAN i DID
Tony: woops
Me: :snirf:
Me: :cracks up:
Tony: I'm adding more and more things to my list of reasons to kill you...
Me: That would be even more amusing.
Tony: I'm sure I'm not the only person who has one... now THOSE would be fun to compile...