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.
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are you still holding that five iron? I can bring my five iron to pirates and we can be five iron buddies! Oh and did you see my most recent blog post, you were in my dreams. Spooky.
Awww. but thirdmango, I think it's sweet.
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