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Middle
School Pool Party!
Everybody thank the middle schoolers for
hosting an all-school pool party today. Remember to allow seniors to the front
of the snack lines.
FOOTBALL
TAILGATE. LA JOLLA HIGH. SPORTS.
FOOTBALLS. MEN. ANGRY CHAD RASER. SPORTS. GET PUMPED. GET WEIRD. FOOTBALL. ALL
ABOUT THAT DOUBLE U. WORD.
Facebook
Name Changes
As the college season rolls around again,
seniors are sticking to custom and changing their names on Facebook. Here are
our favorites:
1. Sunset Club Van (guess who?)
2. Noff Hicks (just kidding, that’s his
actual name)
3. Hannah Montana (Hannah James, complete
with photoshopped pic)
4. Sauce Webb (Charlotte would have been
better)
5. Whipple Hill Martinez (Take your
frustrations out on Gabe)
6. Claire Bear (with the gold hair)
7. Moniquwa Sammon (Monika getting in
touch with her culture)
Aesop
Rock Quote
He’s technically a rapper, but more of a genius
and a poet. And he deserves more credit. So we’re going to have quotes from him
from time to time. Youtube him if you’re curious…
“I told this cat the earth was flat, he
walked ‘til his beard grew
Long enough to strangle himself for being
stupid.”
TEBOW
Good ol’ Timmy threw a touchdown pass
yesterday. And no, it was not to the other team. But yes, it was in the last 10
seconds of a preaseason game.
Lyrics
Quiz
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
Articles
Review of The World’s End
By: Greg Feiner (The Movie Guy)
Is anybody tired of the end of the world? I didn’t think so.
Why else would Seth Rogen’s This Is the End, the zombie comedy (oh
wait...) World War Z, and Pacific Rim have made such killings at
the box office this summer? In fact, over thirty doomsday films have been made
already in this young decade. But it seems we’re not done milking the
apocalypse cow just yet. Though it’s been out in the UK for some time, the
final installment of the Cornetto Trilogy (the first two being Shaun of the
Dead and Hot Fuzz), The World’s End, has finally come
stateside. At least it doesn’t have zombies, right?
The basic premise of the film is that a guy who peaked in high
school and is still living in his glory days (Simon Pegg) reunites with his
four best friends from back in the day (Nick Frost, Martin Freeman, Paddy
Considine, and Eddie Marsan) to go back to their hometown to one-up their
legendary pub crawl 20 years earlier. But once they arrive, they soon discover
that the town has been taken over by alien robots that want to enslave
humanity!
Director Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, Scott Pilgrim
vs. the World) exhibits a unique visual style that doesn’t take kindly to
subtlety. For instance, towards the film’s beginning, Simon Pegg’s character
spews forth a pun that would make Colin Garon’s head explode. Subsequently, we
see the I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that look on each of his four friends’
faces for about 3 seconds each, drawing as much humor as possible from such an
over-the-top ridiculous line. This sledgehammer humor is present throughout The
World’s End in the form of massive explosions, extremely complicated fight
sequences, giant mobs of angry robots, and a ridiculous premise, all of which
give the film ironic appeal, but not so much as to come off as pretentious.
The script, however, co-written by Wright and Pegg, is much
gentler, packed full of quick, witty dialogue with a couple of very quotable
lines, making for a few large laughs and constant chuckling throughout. It even
manages to make a few insights on maturity, friendship, and what it means to be
human, in between laughs. This wonderful script is brought to life by the “five
musketeers” (Pegg, Frost, etc.), whose group scenes rival all but a select few
such as those in Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction in terms of
chemistry and timing.
Between Wright’s fast paced, comic-book visual style, the
smart, nuanced script, and electric performances by the film’s five stars
(appropriate), The World’s End is a cool, smart, fun, and exciting
comedy that will make you laugh while respecting your intelligence. A very rare
combination indeed.
100/100
A Letter to the
Unidentified Puddle of Liquid Outside the Library
Don’t let anyone tell you
that you’re “just a gross puddle of vomit” to the left of the entrance to the
library. You are so much more than that.
Are you spoiled milk? A
particularly viscous brew of coffee? A melted statue constructed of chocolate?
Soy nut butter? No. You are whoever you say you are.
You are who you believe
yourself to be. You are who you say you are. The only way you should
identify is how you want to. Not what other people call you when they
point you out to your friends to make a joke, or what the people mopping you up
mumble to keep from gagging. Don’t accept any labels from kids not noticing
you’re there and then freaking out when they almost step in you.
Reach deep inside yourself
(which shouldn’t be too hard since you’re kind of shallow) and figure out just
what you are exactly. Take your time (but not before period 3, that’s my free
and I like to spend it in the library so I’d prefer you not be there) to decide
how you want to live your life. Are you an actor? A mathematician? A pottery
enthusiast? A new feature of Whipple Hill?
You may only extend a
couple of feet just out of the way of the library doors, but you can go so far.
You don’t have to sit there and oxidize and smell horrible and scare sixth
graders walking into the library for the first time. You don’t have to hide
behind the library columns from Cummins.
And Bishop’s, don’t focus
on who brought this pool of solidifying liquid here. Remember, you are not
where you came from, but where you are going. Hopefully for this puddle, that
place is far away from me.
Best,
Adela
Pfaff, WebMD
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