"/Well all you ladies gather 'round/That good sweet candy man's in town/..."
Current Music- Mississippi John Hurt~ Candy Man Blues
Ladies and gentlemen, I present you lyrics from 1927, recorded on the OKeh label by Mr. Mississippi John Hurt:
"/Well all you ladies gather 'round/That good sweet candy man's in town/It's the candy man/It's the candy man/He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long/He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn/It's the candy man.../All heard what sister Johnson said/She always takes a candy stick to bed/Don't stand close to the candy man/He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand/He sold some candy to sister Bad/The very next day she took all he had/If you try his candy, /good friend of mine,/you sure will want it for a long long time/His stick candy don't melt away/It just gets better, so the ladies say/"
Yes, that is the candy stick he's talking about. 1927.
So bloody tired. All i can do is bum around and play solitaire, wait for people to return from away, and listen to music.
On a brighter note, I did a report for Dr. Starenko in English on the theme of The Denial of the American Dream in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas which he said was good. So that pleases me.
Actually, theres a funny story that goes along with that, and Liz has requested that i print it:
So, its Sunday afternoon. I am about to start my English project and start looking for my book, as i am sort of relying on quotations. It is nowhere to be found. I am online talking to Josh and mention this. He offers to lend me his if i can get there. However, his house is as close as my school. So, i say no thanks and assume my book is somewhere at La Escuela, and with that, my mam whisks me off to Hall's. I arrive, she departs, i search about for a bit, and cannae find it. I telephone Lizzle, and begin freaking out. So, after much arguing, bantering, blah blah blah, Josh offering to lend me taxi money, discussing this with the dispatch man at Rainbow taxi, etc. i finally depart. So, i get to Josh's, get the book, borrow some lolly (god bless you, sir). I get back in the taxi, pay the creepy chap, mid-ride realize i still have no money to pay for the way back. Fuckfuckfuck, i say to m'self. So, get to school, dash inside, beg Daigle (my Fizzy prof.) for money, she only has a fifty, which Mr. CreepyAssTaxiDriver doesn't have change for. Bastard. Eventually, Giselle Harrington realizes that she has a twenty, so i use this, return her change and pay her back the next day. Delightful.
By far, the most interesting experience i have ever had when trying to write an English paper. Wasted about an hour and a half at school before i began working. Fuckwit.
So today was the MHS Freshman Class Science Fair. Bollocks. It went alright, actually, considering i managed to bullshit my way through the display board. Worst. Science. Fair. Experience. Ever.
Current Music- Nirvana~Dumb (Unplugged NY)
Bush has told Syria to pull out of Lebanon. Huh.
In other news, the judge in Saddam Hussein's trial was killed. That should be an interesting position to fill...
Would someone please tell Mr. Bush to stop fucking up this country? Because my furrends and i and our Mod Squad are going to have to clean up his mess, goddamn him. Selfish little fuck.
posted by CoCo @ 3/02/2005 07:26:00 PM
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