The debate tournament went well, meaning I won, although tragically they didn’t rank the teams, and so no one knows (except for me, because I looked at the ballots). Am enraged. Now how are people supposed to know I am superior?
At the concession bar at the tournament, a girl came up to me and asked if she could borrow a dollar. I’m never going to see you again, you know, I informed her, but I gave it to her anyway because it was a Good Day. Also, consumer spending is good for the economy.
Saw The Life of David Gale yesterday, with Kevin Spacey in. It’s an okay movie, but altogether too thriller-ish. Still, they mentioned The New Yorker.
My English presentation on El Cid (a Spanish epic) is going to be awesome. The Cid keeps smiting people with God-power. I love it when they do that.
There was god envoked smiting in the simpsons.
I mostly apologize for posting as snoop dog, although you might get some interesting Googled hits off that.
-Your welcome
Bilal
Everybody get to amorphism through google, that way it’ll move to the top.
exchange credit card numbers.
there are too many mikes in the world. Perhaps i’ll change my name to julio.
http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/South/10/01/vanishing.southerners.ap/index.html
and its your fault