I love Monty Python.. and what made me shreik with happiness this morning is finding the Monty Python & The Holy Grail script!

What started my semi-obsession would have to be my friend Nutta and her Monty Python & The Holy Grail DVD.. so yes, I blame you, Nutti! :p

Here’re my favorite scene (in the beginning of the video) and its part of the script:

ARTHUR: Hello.
MAN: ‘Allo. Whoo is eet?
ARTHUR: I am King Arthur and these are the Knights of the Round Table. Whose castle is this?
MAN: This is the castle of of my master, Guy de Loimbard.
ARTHUR: Please go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest, and if he will give us food and shelter for this night he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail.
MAN: Well, I’ll ask him, but I don’t think he’ll be very keen. He’s already got one, you see?
ARTHUR: What? *stunned*
GALAHAD: He says they’ve already got one!
ARTHUR: Are you sure he’s got one?
MAN: Oh yes. It’s very nice. *turns to some others Frenchmen* I told him we already got one! *they all giggle.*
ARTHUR: Well … can we come up and have a look?
MAN: Of course not! You are English pigs.
ARTHUR: Well, what are you then?
MAN: I’m French. Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king.
GALAHAD: What are you doing in England?
MAN: Mind your own business!
ARTHUR: If you will not show us the Grail we shall storm your castle.
MAN: You don’t frighten us, English pig-dog! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person. I blow my nose on you, so-called Arthur-king, you and your silly English K…keniggets. *puts hands to his ears and blows a raspberry.*
GALAHAD: What a strange person.
ARTHUR: Now look here, my good man!
MAN: I don’t want to talk to you, no more, you empty-headed animal, food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
GALAHAD: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
MAN: No. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
ARTHUR: Now this is your last chance. I’ve been more than reasonable…
MAN: *to the other guards* Fetchez la vache!
GUARD: Quoi?
MAN: Fetchez la vache!
ARTHUR: Now that is my final offer. If you are not prepared to agree to my demands I shall be forced to take … Oh Christ!
*A cow comes flying over the battlements, lowing aggressively. The cow lands on GALAHAD’S PAGE, squashing him completely.*
ARTHUR: Right! Knights! Forward!
*ARTHUR leads a charge toward the castle. Various shots of them battling on, despite being hit by a variety of farm animals.*

Many many things happened and will happen this week.. here’s a random run-down…

• My senior teacher is away for the week. The English department is going to hell since she’s almost the only sane one there. I’ll be left with Eraser-Thrower, Malgoofa-Bitch, Two-Faced-Bitch and Indian-Teacher.

The Indian teacher is the only one without a nickname because she’s really sweet, helpful and quiet. I think she’s the only one who’s completely sane in the staff room. Yes, I did exclude myself, I know I’m not very sane myself.

• Hay’at El Shabab oo El Riyatha just called me. I’m one of the top 10 winners in their photography contest! Yay! I’m supposed to be in Marina at 6:00 tomorrow.. If you’re going there anyway, don’t be afraid to pass by and say hello

• I’m eating a bit healthier than before and I feel a difference. El7amdilla…

• I’m addicted to the “Randy Jackson Presents: America’s Best Dance Crew“ videos! I want to dance like these guys! So far, this is my favorite team, Kaba Modern.. I love their style and isolations!

Here’s the song list, just in case you’re interested:

Week 1: Technologic
Week 2: Wall To Wall
Week 3: G-Slide
Week 4: Sensual Seduction
Week 5: Thriller
Week 6: You’re The One That I Want
Week 7: Hip Hop Evolution

Didn’t like the Grease thing that much, the mix sucked…

• Because of the dust, my voice is half gone. I’m fine, but my voice is scratchy lol

To tell you the truth, I’m loving it lol… It’d be so sexy if it didn’t hurt so much haha

• So my “Eight Intelligences” seminar went really well, many teachers liked it and enjoyed the custom files, pens and CDs with the PowerPoint burned onto it… that’s excluding the papers and Multiple Intelligences test..

But since this is my blog, let me just complain about two things that happened after the presentation that bothered me and made me want to shoot a puppy (I’m more of a cat person, can’t help it):

1. Numba Vun: The supervisor arrived late. And I mean REALLY late. He burst into the room, BO all over the place and I was on the last two notes of the presentation. So he missed almost all of it. Near the end, during a discussion, he joined in as if he knew what was going on. He then talked to my headmistress and gave “criticism” about some points he didn’t approve of… E7lef walla? Min 9ijik? Criticism min wain balla? Inta shift shay?
   Inta awal shay KNOW what I’m talking about. READ the invitation card I sent you that said 9:30 and that I’m giving a Seminar. REALIZE that you’re a dumbass for saying I’m “too young” to give a workshop (again, when I’d already written SEMINAR in the fucking invitation card!! and why the fuck can’t I give a “workshop”? What’s the difference between a workshop and a seminar and how does my age or work experience have to do with it?!) .oo ham yay tenteqedni? Chub. ok? I hate this word, but i’m saying it to you anyway. CHUB.
2. Numba Du: I spent a tiny fortune trying to make the best of the best of everything, and one of those things was the file. I designed the logo that was printed on it and proudly wrote my name on it.

After the workshop, I go back to the staff room and finally sit down (I had to teach a 1st period, prepare everything seminar-related during the 2nd period, give the seminar during the 3rd period and break, then teach my other class during the 4th period, so my back & throat were pretty much killing me) then I hear a scratching sound. I glance to my left and Two-Faced-Bitch is scratching something off the file I’d given them. Then she whips out a whitener thingy/corrector.

I ignore and act like I didn’t hear anything. Then curiosity got the best of me and when she left for a class, I sneaked and took a pic of the file, because she had it face down. Can you guess what she did?

Yup, she scratched my full name off and applied corrector over it… Why? I have no idea. I don’t even want to know. Can ANYBODY explain this way of thinking to me? And no, don’t say jealous. I won’t take that as an answer. Why would anybody do anything like that?

• I’m posting more on DeviantART. Before, I’d post a bunch of pics at once and then disappear for a while. Now I’m posting every now and then with a pic or two. Less gaps in between uploading Deviations keeps me in touch with my DevART page.

Weirdest one I’ve posted? I think this one:

Bored At The Salon by ~DevilishlyAbstract on deviantART

Yes, I was bored. You can’t blame a girl!

• I hate it when my co-workers clip their toenails at work. NO, people, NO! URGH.

• I wanna publish ‘zines… and rage against machines.. (AND I want to work with those people.. and have their t-shirts)

• I want this weekend to come faster..

• I’m STILL (yes, STILL) halfway through Middlesex… I’m really enjoying it, I just need time to finish it..

• When I think of more points, I’ll be back here.

“All Fall Down” by OneRepublic

Lost till you’re found
Swim till you drown
Know that we all fall down
Love till you hate
Strong till you break
Know that we all fall down

This video may be 20 minutes long, but it’s worth it. Sir Ken Robinson tells us the truth about education & schooling. You have to watch this if you like funny things, inspiring things, mind-blowing things, creativity, education, and the way you were raised. It’s quite funny AND it makes a lot of sense.

I want to go to the TED conferences in California, abi ashoof ebda3

I work with loonies. No, not Canadian Dollars, I mean crazy people…

EraserThrower is known to be quite religious.. She rarely takes her hjab off in front of us, refuses to wear pants AT ALL (tashabuh bil rejal) and refuses to take her socks off jedamna…

Yesterday, she had the top of her blouse open, the top of her chest showing to everyone, with a big ol nasty wart or infected pimple (gross, i know) riiiight in the middle..

And I think she was going crazy on that specific day because she was running her hands over the top of her chest saying “I should call Hayfa’a Wahbi so she can sing “Boos El WaaaWaaaa” for meeee…*girly giggle*”

Uhm… I know she’s going through Menopause… and that most women will go through it too someday… But I never knew hot flashes fried the brain…