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Welcome
Liv!
You may know her from her Sunset Club
escapades or her JV Basketball highlight tape. Either way, read her article and
go watch Breaking Bad.
Code
Blue (get it?)
New security officers, there is no reason
to arrest Mr. Rankin. He is not Walter White, although his appearance,
chemistry background, and meth lab in his basement may say otherwise.
Genius
Idea
Based off the Dempsey model, invite your
significant other to lunch at the Bishop’s caffeteria. Invite him/her to the
special dining room in the back staircase of Cummins.
Yesterday’s
Lyrics Quiz
Mr. Davis and Mr. Lellenberg sheepishly
wrote in yesterday to identify “Sk8r Boi” by Avril Lavigne. Most students
remained in the music closet and chose their social standings over a mention in
the DU. Not Amanda Roesser, however, who doesn’t have a life and had nothing to
lose in telling me the song name.
Lyrics
Quiz
Come to
decide that the things that I tried
Were in my
life just to get high on
When I sit
alone come get a little known
But I need
more than myself this time
Articles
Am I Breaking Bad?
By:
Liv Johnson (Chiller)
WHY
am I obsessed and HOW is the rest of world also hooked on watching a show about
meth?
I
am obsessed because of course I want to see an average Joe make the best meth
the world has ever seen. I want to see him roll wheelbarrows full money into
his small Albuquerque track home. I can’t look away from the blood gushing
battles when, no matter what, Walt always kicks ass. DUH. He is a total bo$$.
Everyone
in America is obsessed because, hey, if Walt can make 90 million dollars a
year, so can they. Watching BB every Sunday lets the happy people of America
let loose and maybe break a little bad themselves for an hour.
Just
recently a chemistry teacher was caught trying to make meth and turn into the
next “Heisenberg.”
The
reason Breaking Bad has taken over my life (like really, I watched 5 seasons in
4 weeks) [My dad, Bill and I would scream at the TV at 3 am] is because, as bad
as it is, I don’t want Walt to die. I really want to see what Walt will do
next. The creator, Vince Gilligan, said in an interview that he wanted to take
the average Joe and turn him into Scarface. I would say he has succeeded.
Am
I still rooting for Walt? The ‘confessional’ video he made, poisoning Brock,
and killing Mike makes Walt no longer Walt anymore, he is officially Heisenberg.
To be honest, I want Walt to rot in hell, but for some reason I don’t want to
see him just get locked up in jail or die of cancer. If he is going down,
(which he is) I want it to be GNARLY.
Has
Breaking Bad glamorized meth use?
Not
meth use itself because we see all those ugly brothel type homes where the meth
users live, but definitely drug dealing in general. It’s just the money that is
so fascinating. (I love my life and sunset club, so no, I don’t want to be a
drug dealer.)
Teachers,
please keep your day jobs.
Eugoogily for a Legend
By: Dan Forssman (Emotional
Wreck)
Miley Cyrus was found dead earlier this
week. She had been suffering from a horrid case of Disney Girl Syndrome (DSD),
and we had expected this for a while, but the news may still come as a shock
for many. We are still awaiting the autopsy results, but at the moment, experts
believe that she may have passed away much earlier in the year, but people had
stopped paying attention to her by then so nobody noticed.
I myself was a dear friend of Miley. I
grew up with the occasional Hannah Montana episode, when SpongeBob or Jimmy
Neutron or really any above average TV show wasn’t playing. I developed a
sincere connection to her as she developed into a beautiful young lady. These
feelings were amplified when I hit the mute button on her show. When she got
into music, I was originally apprehensive, but she killed it every once in a
while. I still jam to “Party in the USA” with the windows down as I roll on
down to the beach, and I still get turned on to the wonders of Miley whenever I
watch the slightly disturbing yet magical masterpiece that is the “Can’t be
Tamed” music video. And now, as I mourn the loss of a dear friend, I cry my
heart out to the emotional rollercoaster, or rather sentimental mountain hike,
that is “The Climb.”
For Miley, I am afraid that
there isn’t another mountain.
The accusations against her for
murdering Twerking, who I used to go to when I was feeling down, merely make
this experience so much worse. I know I can’t blame her, as she was the latest
victim of DSD, but part of me is struggling to repress this anger I feel
towards her for corrupting my childhood. My I <3 Miley shirt has reached
dangerous levels of irony in the past weeks, and I can no longer express my
true feelings about her in public without being ridiculed. If only she could
come back to me, but, alas, I know that isn’t possible. My only option is to
put “The Climb” on repeat and stock up on tissues for all of my issues. RIP
Miley. At least I miss you, even if nobody else does.
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