i'm totally subscribing, for my own dark personal reasons, to the st trinian's battle song.

Maidens of St Trinian's, gird your armour on.



Grab the nearest weapon; never mind which one.


The battle's to the strongest; might is always right.


Trample on the weakest; glory in their plight.


St Trinian's! St Trinian's! Our battle cry.


St Trinian's! St Trinian's! Will never die.


Stride towards your fortune boldly on your way,


Never once forgetting there's one born every day.


Let our motto be broadcast: "get your blow in first!"


She who draws the sword last always comes off worst.

you know, it's monday morning, not even grass is growing on monday (the fact that it is the 1st of february doesn't help much either) so... yeah. i want a hockey stick and a cell phone.
on other news, i'm apparently a sprinkler of  karmic dust. as in, BRING THE HOCKEY STICK AND I'LL DELIVER KARMA LIKE AN ANGRY GODDESS.
the imaginarium of dr. parnassus is a lovely mess of terry gilliam weirdness. was smitten with the gypsy knight appearance of late heath ledger.