This is fascinating in an organic way. Another clickable thing is here (Howard Dean’s velociraptor screech).
There was a debate tournament Friday and Saturday, which is why I am now sitting around listlessly and not doing Calculus. Who needs mathematics, anyway? I remember enjoying these elegant, numerical things, back when they didn’t have consequences. Anyway, debate tournament: my partner and I broke into quarters and then were consummately slaughtered. All good.
I’m planning to add a patriotism advantage to our affirmative plan. Something along the lines of, it is your patriotic duty to protect your country by regulating against invasive species. Uncle Sam wants you to vote affirmative!
The fight with the parental units more or less faded out. My mom bought a self-help book today about handling teenagers. It is full of asinine advice about keeping your teenager off of drugs and boys. Ha! My psyche is too complex to be fathomed.
Hey, what’s happenin?
This is Dennis Porsov, the Oregon dweller, whom you might remember very vaguely. Anyways, I was going through old e-mail and stumbled upon one from you from the wonderous days of freshman year. It had your site’s URL and I immediately rushed to check it out. So here I am. Just thought I’d say hi, see how things are going in the land down south. I’ve been pretty occupied- finals come to mind… Someone, for the love of god, please kill finals… Bleugh. Anyways, that’s my thought of the day, just wanna keep in touch. So holla back if you wish. Later.
Sorry, but, this was the funniest post you’ve ever written. To me, at this specific time, for some odd reason.
Goodnight
wait, nevermind, its not anymore
ah, the endless chase…
Too complex to be fathomed?
Too bad you’re a primate.
*imagines chocolate on fishing line dangling on the side of the road leading to the detox center*