But, seriously, it's not satire. It's NOT.

Talking to a school friend made me realize what a pain in the ass I am.

See, a question on our study sheet for a EnglishCommunication Arts III test told us to be prepared to argue how Dave Barry's works (particularly a column on the Boston Tea Party) is classified as a satire.

This distracted me from my work for the rest of the goddamn day.

'Cause, ya know, the definition of satire is making fun and parodying something in hopes of being critical of it. And while Dave Barry is occassionally a very funny man (STFU, I like some of his stuff)... could his work be considered actual satire?

So, it's test day and this is still on my mind. I take my test, flying through it easily (out of 70 points, I missed less than 5. I fucking rock, dude), and realize that the Dave Barry-Satire thing wasn't on the test. Oh, thank god, I think, 'cause that wouldn't have been pretty.

So, I'm waiting for the tests to be collected and I have nothing to do. So, um, I flip over the test paper and start to jot down a question on the back of the test, asking Mrs. Altis if she could please explain how in the name of all that is good and holy Barry is a satirist. And I turn in my paper like that.

Later, I get my test back and she's written, What in the world are you talking about? under my question. After class, I hand her the study sheet and re-ask my question. She's vaguely amused, but says she must prepare for next block's art class and I'll be late for seminar. I skedaddle outta there.

That was a few weeks ago. And I'm still thinking about it. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a little batshit crazy.

-Luce

Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong, call him Mr. Vain...

Dear "Mr. Vain" by La Bouche

Oh, wow, you're a crappy song, but that chorus is really infectious. Please stop being so catchy, I need a few more Anderson songs and I wanna finish my mix by tomorrow so I can post.

Slightly ashamed love,
-Luce

I'm pathetic, I know. But, dude, catchy.

-Luce

I love my wife.

Only, like, five of you will get this joke.

Luce: Someone said the nicest thing to me in my LJ a few mintues ago so I'm on a HUGE high.
Chi: *hugs you* just read it. very cool dude
Luce: You found it? Dude.
Luce: Stalker! *hides from Chi*
Chi: you know you like it
Luce: *closes curtains, eyes shadows*
Chi: CHARLEEEEEEEEENE
Luce: OMG
Chi: *starts dancing like Stephen*
Chi: HAHAHAHA
Luce: *hands you eyeliner and the dorky scarf*
Chi: *totally puts them on* *grabs a microphone and puts on the boots*
Chi: *holds out arms* How do I look?
Luce: Like Stephen, but hotter.
Chi: ILU
Luce: ILU2!!!1
Chi: BEST. COMPLIMENT. EVER
Luce: *laughs*


*sings* Oh, I wish I was a lesbian and not a hetero...

-Luce

*SPAMMAGE*

Out of Context Theatre

"And, dude, they are spreading salmonella all over the seamen!"
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"Dude, the US military needs a goddamn chicken gun."
"WE NEED MORE CHICKEN AMMO."

We are so bored.

-Luce