Inspired by Jen...

And now for:

LINES TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT FROM IVANHOE THAT SOUND WRONG

Background info: The mysterious Black Knight has just fled the tournament at Ashby and has sook (is that a word?) shelter for the night at the humble hut of a rather worldly hermit who calls himself the Clerk of Copmanhurst.

They sat down, and grazed with great gravity at each other, each thinking in his heart that he had seldom seen a stronger or more athletic figure than was placed opposite him.

The hermit goes on to provide bedding for the knight. They have dinner. The knight takes off his armor, including his breastplate. The hermit pushes back the hood of his cloak. They both eat and get a little drunk, and before you know...

'I hope, Sir Knight,' said the hermit, 'thou hast given no good reason for thy surname of the Sluggard. I do promise thee, I suspect thee grievously. Nevertheless, thou art my guest, and I will not put thy manhood to the proof without thine own free will. [snip] If though knowest ever a good lay, thou shalt be welcome to a nook and pasty at Copmanhurst as long as I serve the chapel of St. Dunstan....'

This is why I don't trust the clergy!!! >___<

Had lunch bunch rehearsal for the first time today. I didn't think this stuff would be so frickin' hard. I was reading the music over Angela's shoulder and trying not to jump to the soprano part. I need the actual music so I can practice. It would be nice.

I have a lovely folder though. It once belonged to a certain "Janis D." Hmm.

Lunch bunch is tomorrow too.

And publicity crew starts on Monday. All my extracurricular stuff is starting, like, now.

Needless to say, no field trips. Blah.

On Sunday, I saw Joyce at the IHOP near RM, where she was working. (At the IHOP, not RM). It was like this.. this boy named Tai was me and my dad's waiter, and he was like, "Do you go to RM?" and I was like, "Yeah," and it turns out he's seen me around, and then I looked up and Joyce was working in the kitchen. It took me a while to recognize her because her back was facing me. I asked her today, and it turns out she works there on Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. "American food," she commented, laughing.

What is it with me bumping into people from school outside of school all this week? Not that it's unpleasant, but it throws off my groove. People who I know from school ought to remain in school unless I hang out with them outside of school. If that makes any sense at all.