And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Friday, October 26, 2001
giggle. that is amusing.and frighteningly accurate in a few places.
*sigh* I love my physics teacher. "this quiz should only take five minutes." (I won't even try to capture that accent, there's no way I could do it justice. And yes, the quiz did only take five minutes - once he shut up and let us work on it. Ten minutes explaining the questions, in that terrible (gods I wish I oculd duplicate it) accent of his... ::bash:: unfortunately, murdering one's professors is a sure-fire way to fail the class...
and my sister Sam's latest thing? she's playing 'the witch' in Into the woods and apparently she wants to buy a wig. Not that our drama department ::koffkoff:: doesn't have wigs (although I will admit that the group we had when I was in it terrorized most of the wigs) or anything... she just wants the perfect one. Sam... your hair's too short to wear one anyway...
Clawed: "That's the trouble with fitting it when you're the wrong sex." Bird: o.O Clawed: "OK, fine. When he's the wrong sex." Bird: O.O!!! Clawed: "No wait! That's not what I meant either" Bird: *helpless giggling*