Wednesday, November 14, 2007

And now, commence hi-keeba!!!

Mainly I wanted to write a post for the sake of the title.

A friend of mine recently told me that life had taken a turn for the worse. Actually, several thousand turns. I don't know any of the details--I guess it has to do with a relationship--but all I could really say was "If you need a hug or, better yet, a cheesy joke, give me a jingle." Well, folks, what else can be done?

Monday, November 5, 2007

As always, "We Kill Everything"

I've decided that Chem 106 burns my soul. It pains me to complain about how hard it is when I see all these snot-nosed little punks (in other words, underclassmen) also complaining, but man. I thought I was half-done with my homework assignment when I woke up this morning, but it took an additional three hours. At least I'll regain my left-brained-ness by the end of the semester, or die trying. And when I'm done doing that, I'll refine my Olympic Nuclear Suplex technique or die trying.

New idea for an action/adventure TV show when "Cavemen" gets canceled: "VCR Nomad." I'll star, if that's okay, and I'll be a wandering VCR repairman who fights crime and teaches people in small towns about themselves. It'll be Middle America's answer to "Heroes," if I can define myself as Middle America, and perhaps it will be more of the heart than of the head. I'll travel from coast to coast, battling my demons and mysterious past. Plus I'll have a rocket launcher!!!

I think now that I have lost my respect for people's property. I'm writing on somebody else's computer, and I haven't seen that somebody in a while. Betcha can't guess who. That is, "bet you can? not guess, who." (Is it just me, or does it look like a palindrome with that punctuation?)

I told everybody at ward prayer last night that I believed the five iron I happened to be holding "grants me mystical powers." Gimmicky! I am filled with shame.