The archives are back. Ooh, how good am I?
I have decided that my new name is Priscilla the Mighty: Destroyer of Grammatical Rules Involving Parallel Structure.
Mwaa, face my wrath!
I’m irritated. It seems that whenever I finally manage to produce a drawing I really like, for the next week or so, I can’t draw anything. Everything looks wretched. Meh. I guess this is why the Sketchblog has just seen a week of neglect after a week and a half of niftyness. Meh. I’m also irritated, because somehow something got in my sketchbook, and I got this nasty grease spot on some of my sketches. One of which was my crayon-colored Men at Arms picture, which I absolutely love. Probably my favourite thing in the book. So meh. ::wrinkes nose, then goes off to drink orange juice and do absurd amounts of English homework::
What’s wrong with my archives? I’ve tried republishing, setting it to “no archive” and back again, and various other sneaky, underhanded techniques, but to no avail. Meh, I’ll try again tomorrow.
Muaha, I feel all confident and achievement-like!
Dear Priscilla Spencer:
I’m sorry for the confusion. You can feel a bit better: the UK edition has the correct web address, even if it does have the pseudonym. And there may be time to get them both correct in the translation editions.
Of course I’ll correct them in all future US printings. The next one is scheduled for after Christmas.
Best,
(NAME REMOVED)
::grooves::
Meh, I hate daylight savings time. When I get out of rehearsals, it’s pitch black outside. Super-meh. How about I entertain you all with amusing quotes?
You can fool robotic mooses and attract them into charging your computer! –Mr. Taylor
Mr. Loh! Come see the hormone-injected Asian pear! –Mackenzie
Mr. Taylor: How’d you do that?
Mr. Loh: I just pressed the button that said “not so bright”.
Mr. Taylor: I have some students with that problem.
Theoretical physics is just the study of neat ways to die. –Rachel B.
Mr. Taylor (being ironic): As far as we know, the Earth is the center to the universe.
Me: Woo-hoo!
Mr. Taylor: Priscilla evidently thinks she’s the center to the universe…
There is no fear of heights. It’s the fear of rapidly changing heights that bothers people. –Mr. Taylor
Mr. Taylor: What’s the most important discovery in the entire world?
Me: Me!
I love men, even though they’re lying, cheating scumbags. –Gwenyth Paltrow
Jo: What’s the best way to cut piano wire?
Caro: An act of God.
I am the sea monkey of your heart! –Marcelina
“Nightly Hamburger Profit” would make a great band name. –Me, in Calculus class
Mr. Dubsky: Rules, rules, rules! What did Shakespeare say?
Everyone: Words, words, words!
Chungy: We should do Shakespeare math!
Me: And thou doth take the derivative, and thou shalt equal it to zero…
Mr. Dubsky: Are monkeys right-handed or left-handed?
Jennifer and Kristen: They’re ambidextrous!
Me: “Ambidextrous Monkeys” would make a great name for a rock band, too.
Mr. Dubsky: The only thing we have to fear is fear itsself.
Mr: I think the only thing we have to fear is biological warfare.
Sorry I’m late, I had to save the world. –Me, after arriving 5 minutes late to class as a result of restoring the entirety of tnm.n after it went bye-bye.
But I thought you could speak Jewish! –Jennifer. She meant “Hebrew”.
Girls, this is crunch time! Stop hugging! –Mr. Gans, during a much-needed JETS group hug session
If the strength of gravity is based on mass, then if I go out and gain a lot of weight, will guys be more attracted to me? –Me
It makes protons shake. This is a big, hairy electron. This is an electron you do not want to meet in a dark alley. –Mr. Taylor, tau
This word… looks like a cow. It symbolizes the bovine feeling of looove. –Chungy, describing Latin translations
Wait! We’re smart! We can solve this! We have capable Asian girls here! –Mr. Gans
Someone: Wait… the grades are determined by a Gaussian curve?
Mr. Taylor: No, the grades are determined by me.
You see, I’d be a smart homeless person. –Margaret
Mackenzie’s a nut, I am a pluck. –Mr. Loh doing Engineering demonstrations
I hope this somehow improved your otherwise dull and lifeless afternoon.
After a great deal of internal turmoil and probing introspection, I have decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. If I fail, Rachel, I’m blaming you.
New poll, out of curiosity.
I think I was destined to be an Ellie. According to the U.S. Name Generator, my name should be Ellen Barton. Odd.
Think of this song:
Every day when you’re walking down the street,
Everybody that you meet
Has an original point of view.
And I say hey (hey!)
What a wonderful kind of day!
Learning to work and play
And get along with each other.
Then think of it on a repeat cycle of once roughly every 30 seconds. For five hours. I want to die.