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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-02-08 01:06 am
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-02-08 01:06 am
There's a name for my condition
Before I leave for the week and return Thursday evening with my comment-worthy *cough* goodness *cough again*, I thought I'd mention something that came up in English class the other day. Since I've been in third period English, I seem to be more awake, awake enough even to speak to Mrs. Long. I even sit in the seat next to my old one. Yay.
But anyway, the poem was about a guy who constantly dreams about the distant past, and to escape reality, he drank.
...the poem was, of course, about a black man who dreamed of a time when, although it's never stated, slavery in its present (at the time it was written) state didn't exisist- the fantasy, fairy-tale Medieval England-ish type thing.
I do the same thing. I dream about 1960s London- AKA Swinging London (God I hate when people don't capitalize the S on Swinging. grrrr.) She said people who believe they were born in the wrong time are called something to the order of "anachromatic"- and went on to say that they "will never, ever be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she really emphasized that part. I turned to Bianca and of course she's smiling at me in a "hahahahah that's you lmao" kind of way.
That's me. I'll never be happy. I belong in 1960s Swinging London. Mrs.L said that the 60s weren't all they're cracked up to be- and she's right. But I've read The Love You Make: An Insider's Story of The Beatles and I know the 60s sucked. In America they were crap. But in London, things were different. There was still anti-Sematism and all the other anti-isms, and life was harder. People died from drug overdoses, and when a hero was arrested- they fell hard. But London was a world apart- literally and figuratively- from America. Things were different. Black people were regarded as the same as their white counterparts. AntiJewishness wasn't that bad. Gay people were starting to come out of their closets. TV had no Janet Jackson's breast on every channel, no profanities in live acceptance speeches. No dresses with nipples showing or everything hanging out. For God's sake, no Micheal Jackson, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, n-tha-sink, "boy-bands" with no instruments... none of the stuff I loathe that happens today- or at least it was to a lesser extent. Sure there was child/spouse abuse. But we didn't hear about it... I like being in denial. I don't like the suffering. But I do love denial.
<33333 sixties.
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Speaking of conditions, I'm missing Thursday (gahhhh!)'s humanities meeting for an appointment with the Ear, Nose, and Beak doctor. I have a... thing in my nose that itches and makes me sneeze and it's been there forever and my doctor couldn't see it, so she's sending me to the Beak guy. I really need a vision screening, my eyesight sucks.
I should wear my contacts, but it takes so long to get ready in the morning and I have to put on eye make-up first, and before I put on my mascara my motor skills aren't working so well so I can't put on eyeliner much less poke my eyes with plastic.
I think I'm getting my stomach-y thing again. I have exactly the same symptoms as before. Grrrrrrrrrrr. Hee hee, I hope I at least give this thing to someone if I have to miss school again. I will go to school and throw up on the first person to bother me, and I'll cough on anyone after that. I mean it. I. hate. being. sick. and, I. can't. afford. to. miss. any. more. school.
Hate.
Oh well. Maybe I'm not sick.
My appetite just hasn't been what it used to be. Two tacos (Taco Bell) and a quarter of a Mexican pizza and I'm full? WTF? One slice of home-made pizza and I'm full? WTFM (wtf mate)??? Some chips and I'm done? hate!
Maybe I'll lose weight. I kinda need to, considering my stomach officially bulges too much to suck in all the time. Maybe I just need some sit-ups, lolz.
I may get new hair mascara tomorrow. I currently own:
Mediterranean (sea-greanish light blue)
I forget what it's called but it's normal blue
Bronze (a color a few shades lighter and redder than my hair... it gives it such nice highlights)
and Blondie, which speaks for itself. I want more!!!!!!!
We have a FOUR DAY WEEKEND next week... so expect to see me Thursday, Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday nights!
Also, wish me luck on Florida Writes (a writing assesment test tenth graders take on Tuesday)!
Catch ya Thursday,
Ivyette kissed a Beatle @ 1:18 PM
But anyway, the poem was about a guy who constantly dreams about the distant past, and to escape reality, he drank.
...the poem was, of course, about a black man who dreamed of a time when, although it's never stated, slavery in its present (at the time it was written) state didn't exisist- the fantasy, fairy-tale Medieval England-ish type thing.
I do the same thing. I dream about 1960s London- AKA Swinging London (God I hate when people don't capitalize the S on Swinging. grrrr.) She said people who believe they were born in the wrong time are called something to the order of "anachromatic"- and went on to say that they "will never, ever be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she really emphasized that part. I turned to Bianca and of course she's smiling at me in a "hahahahah that's you lmao" kind of way.
That's me. I'll never be happy. I belong in 1960s Swinging London. Mrs.L said that the 60s weren't all they're cracked up to be- and she's right. But I've read The Love You Make: An Insider's Story of The Beatles and I know the 60s sucked. In America they were crap. But in London, things were different. There was still anti-Sematism and all the other anti-isms, and life was harder. People died from drug overdoses, and when a hero was arrested- they fell hard. But London was a world apart- literally and figuratively- from America. Things were different. Black people were regarded as the same as their white counterparts. AntiJewishness wasn't that bad. Gay people were starting to come out of their closets. TV had no Janet Jackson's breast on every channel, no profanities in live acceptance speeches. No dresses with nipples showing or everything hanging out. For God's sake, no Micheal Jackson, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, n-tha-sink, "boy-bands" with no instruments... none of the stuff I loathe that happens today- or at least it was to a lesser extent. Sure there was child/spouse abuse. But we didn't hear about it... I like being in denial. I don't like the suffering. But I do love denial.
<33333 sixties.
--------------
Speaking of conditions, I'm missing Thursday (gahhhh!)'s humanities meeting for an appointment with the Ear, Nose, and Beak doctor. I have a... thing in my nose that itches and makes me sneeze and it's been there forever and my doctor couldn't see it, so she's sending me to the Beak guy. I really need a vision screening, my eyesight sucks.
I should wear my contacts, but it takes so long to get ready in the morning and I have to put on eye make-up first, and before I put on my mascara my motor skills aren't working so well so I can't put on eyeliner much less poke my eyes with plastic.
I think I'm getting my stomach-y thing again. I have exactly the same symptoms as before. Grrrrrrrrrrr. Hee hee, I hope I at least give this thing to someone if I have to miss school again. I will go to school and throw up on the first person to bother me, and I'll cough on anyone after that. I mean it. I. hate. being. sick. and, I. can't. afford. to. miss. any. more. school.
Hate.
Oh well. Maybe I'm not sick.
My appetite just hasn't been what it used to be. Two tacos (Taco Bell) and a quarter of a Mexican pizza and I'm full? WTF? One slice of home-made pizza and I'm full? WTFM (wtf mate)??? Some chips and I'm done? hate!
Maybe I'll lose weight. I kinda need to, considering my stomach officially bulges too much to suck in all the time. Maybe I just need some sit-ups, lolz.
I may get new hair mascara tomorrow. I currently own:
Mediterranean (sea-greanish light blue)
I forget what it's called but it's normal blue
Bronze (a color a few shades lighter and redder than my hair... it gives it such nice highlights)
and Blondie, which speaks for itself. I want more!!!!!!!
We have a FOUR DAY WEEKEND next week... so expect to see me Thursday, Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday nights!
Also, wish me luck on Florida Writes (a writing assesment test tenth graders take on Tuesday)!
Catch ya Thursday,
Ivyette kissed a Beatle @ 1:18 PM
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By the way...I like n-tha-sink.., you anachromite.
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2. I've hated them since I first heard them.
Ivyette