Morbid Fascination

Is the definiton of what one experiences when watching Happy Tree Friends. I miss that show, horrifying, I know. Morbid, I'm aware. I can't believe this morning I agreed with Mr. Grumble - in paradox. How paradoxical is that? Agreeing with someone in paradox, which is paradoxical itself, it's almost an oxymoron.

Ah how, English encompasses my life.

It's quite sad.

He asked this morning if anyone had anymore "LACK of Project Compassion money," attempts to be disdainful of course, to which replied, "Oh yes, we have an ABUNDANCE with that."

"As paradoxical as it is, I completely agree with you."

Which is also a paradox, because we never agree. We only do when pigs fly, and I do have the inclination that somewhere around the world, at 8:53 this morning a pig was being shot out of a canon. Then somehow it landed into SAW III to be the putrid and utterly grotesque manifestations of one dying man's last wishes to sadistically inflict quintessential pain on humanity in the name of morality.

Whoa, I have deviated so far from the point here. Anyway, I digress.

Today, English Extension was fascinating, absolutely enthralling. I love discussing psychoanalytical readings of texts, the Freudian concepts, although mind-boggling, are brilliant. You should have been there Dyz, we were discussing in great depth about psychology. Psychoanalysis of Fairy Tales is brilliant, and the interpretations of Cinderella! My goodness, it makes it look like a bloody story about sex, menstruation and virginal submission.

And Goldilocks! WOW. Just, wow. The disruption of sexual harmony and the child-like inquisition into the adult world concealed behind closed doors. Disturbing and revealing, it is, but fascinating. I'm almost speaking like Yoda. Also Miss also brought in this fantastic book: "The World's Shortest stories" which is brilliant. It's simply a large collection of stories written in 55 words. I LOVED them. There were so many awesome ones I want to write about, however the point is, is that, that was our homework. To write a 55 word story. Here is what I came up with, it's just a few drafts, I dislike the first one it's not, well, it doesn't "click." The second one, having been "loosely" based on "experience" and true story clicks better.

Title: Hello, is it me you're looking for?

She waited for the bus -waited for him, hoping.
“I’ll do it today,” she decided for the 1000th time.
She turned, and there he stood. Gorgeous, smiling and utterly radiant.
Heart palpitations.
He came forward, graceful, masculine.
Quick! Now’s your chance!
Her trembling hand waved.
He smiled wider...
...To the new girl behind her.
Tears.

Numero Deux

Birthday Present

She sat with him, amidst a sea of raucous people. Laughter, a party.
Sadness, in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I must be honest with you,” she whispered, “I can’t accept your gift from Thursday.”
“You mean, Valentine’s Day?” He asked.
“I can’t reciprocate.”
Hurt, in his eyes.
“By the way,” she said finally, “Happy Birthday.”

well, there you have it ladies and gentleman, 55 words.

Wow, my mother gave away my sports uniform shirt away to charity.

GAH!

Oh well, I'll just have my fun in writing on msn with Dyz.

I didn't see him today. :( Ah well, hope for tomorrow.

Until next time my loves,

- deeh xox

P.S Swimming carnival tomorrow!