the P.Pole v.2.1

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and there it lay, hardly motionless, its wings fluttering in futility. and all the while we looked on, motionless. it was unnatural to see it in its condition, and it made me fidget. i fidgeted and fidgeted, i would later look back at my looking away as most proper. it was simply unnatural that anything that would otherwise be so full of life be reduced this, this pile of muscle, organs, blood, and sinews. so natural. and after all, nothing to show for it. in retrospection, i must admit that it had sheer determination that i myself could not claim to have. time after time it arose and fluttered a few feet on its battered wings and broken foot, only to smash head-first into an obstacle - the tree. eerily natural now that i reflect. it was, of course, placed there years, decades, eons before, yet it was there in that very moment in time, ready to knock the weak to the ground and laugh. and laugh it did. the breeze, seeing such a massacre, did sigh a mournful breath for us all. the tree and all the world towered over the little bird. i looked away, i turned away. i could bear it no longer. the sun glaring in my eye, i left it to my shadow to keep that memory company.

So with that said, Karl thought about the tie he saw an apricot wearing the other day. It had black, yellow, and white stripes and he thought about writing a story about the sweet sundaes. Air molecules were tap dancing around him and he was in awe of the swirling parachute.
When he got to the bottom, Sundae was talking eagerly of a place where bagels grew on trees - already cut in half - and there were no straight lines or boxes. Karl began to fold up his parachute, but she grabbed him as if he had committed a terrible crime.
“Don’t fold it up neatly when we can show everyone these awesome colors!”
They walked towards the setting sun because she wanted an adventure and the best one would be if they ran after the sun and captured it. So they rambled on with their parachutes dragging. Karl the pineapple told her stories he thought she’d like and she spoke of ridiculous ideas that came with a deeper feeling.
How do you think bobby pins feel? Would you like to live in the land of aphrodisiacs? Do you ever ask about the important things in life?
“Everyone gets so jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Of everyone else.”
“OK.”

this is proof of human fallibility. a little more homework and look what happens! i completely forgot about last monday’s “info @ the P-Pole”, so to make up for that, this week’s list will be longer.

10 Qualities of Mine:

• male
• Canadian
• asian
• heterosexual (!)
• lazy
• abnormal, anomalous, atypical, deviant, deviating, different, errant, freakish, irregular, mental, nonstandard, odd, peculiar, psycho, strange, unconventional, unrepresentative, untypical, unusual (synonyms don’t count as separate qualities)
  
• overly technical at times
• easily amused
• easily bored
• tired

Also note, my ball hockey team of minor niners beat a grade 12 team of dumb brutes. w00tacular.

Oxymoron:
A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined.
Hypocrite:
A person given to hypocrisy.
Hypocrisy:
The practice of professing beliefs, feelings, or virtues that one does not hold or possess; falseness.

Is it just me or are we seeing more and more of these (at school, on the streets… in mirrors)?

Kinda too late, dude.
So he caught me reciting lines 2 to 23 of Romeo and Juliet, act 2, scene 2 in english class…

“Why are you talking?!” [with much anger]
“…” [slowly tries to hide behind girl infront]
“That makes me very angry. You’ve made me raise my voice!” [with a blatantly outdoor-ish toned voice]
“…” [hopes that he is talking to girl infront]
“CARL! Is there any particular reason you should be talking?!”
“…no.” [squeaks]
“…” [sinks ever lower into chair]
“This is definitely not good for my blood pressure!” [vein begins to pop out, so I was later told]
“…” [sinks lower still]
“And I’ll be damn’d if I let you raise my blood pressure!” [loudly]
“…” [blushing occurs]
“Is that understood?!” [*RAWR*]
“…yes.” [sheepish]

And that, folks, was the first time I’ve been in real trouble with a teacher in my high school life.