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And math looms ever nearer
Jan. 7th, 2006 01:44 amWhat the hell. RISK. STOP BEING SUCH A LONGASS GAME. I will never sleep a normal night so long as that game exists. So here's my new agenda:
1. School
2. Job
3. Australia
4. World
5. Risk
I promise that this will undoubtedly become my life's work, seeing as how it would take a lifetime to FINISH a single game. My friends and I just can't do it. Three hours and we're done, for real. Even Monopoly dries you up after a freakin' while.
Anywho, Sam and I went up to the high school to pretend we were offering our assistance with the yearbook for Mr. K. We secretly did not want to, but it's okay, since he denied our help anyway. That's alright; we had a good time talking. And visiting other teachers. And afterwards we adventured--yes, adventured, for we are adventurous--out to Briarwood and only got lost for three seconds. This means that we are definitely better at finding our way than the boys, and therefore are now the greater sex. This battle will never end, but Sam and I are confident that winners = us. Last time we Ann Arbor-ed it up, Tim drove us around there trying to get OUT for a half hour, and then landed us in Dundee.
So I saw The Producers again. And did not regret a thing. For that movie makes everyone happy; even our gentlemen who do so not enjoy a good musical. But now they do, because Will Ferral decided to be Franz Liepkind in it. And that's a perfectly legitamate reason to go. Again. For the sake of Sam and Britt. ...And mine.
Und today after the adventure, I went out to dinner with Steve at Leonardo's. We didn't eat much since we both ate pizza-like things earlier (ironic, we didn't see each other all day), but after what we did eat, we had to just..sit in the booth for like twenty minutes recouperating. Lots of drunk people chill at Leo's now--it's kind of annoying. What happened to fine Italian dining? More like fine Italian drinking amirite?
So, no word about job. Phooey. I hope to pester the EB guy again, and then later begin stockpiling Capri Sun.
Math class in two days. Oh boy oh boy oh boy is this going to RULE.*
*In the event that Yoko Ono is blessed with talent will the following statement ever be true.
Note to self: Stromboli. Remember this word. Since it's delicious. Stromboli. Strombolistrombolistromboli.
1. School
2. Job
3. Australia
4. World
5. Risk
I promise that this will undoubtedly become my life's work, seeing as how it would take a lifetime to FINISH a single game. My friends and I just can't do it. Three hours and we're done, for real. Even Monopoly dries you up after a freakin' while.
Anywho, Sam and I went up to the high school to pretend we were offering our assistance with the yearbook for Mr. K. We secretly did not want to, but it's okay, since he denied our help anyway. That's alright; we had a good time talking. And visiting other teachers. And afterwards we adventured--yes, adventured, for we are adventurous--out to Briarwood and only got lost for three seconds. This means that we are definitely better at finding our way than the boys, and therefore are now the greater sex. This battle will never end, but Sam and I are confident that winners = us. Last time we Ann Arbor-ed it up, Tim drove us around there trying to get OUT for a half hour, and then landed us in Dundee.
So I saw The Producers again. And did not regret a thing. For that movie makes everyone happy; even our gentlemen who do so not enjoy a good musical. But now they do, because Will Ferral decided to be Franz Liepkind in it. And that's a perfectly legitamate reason to go. Again. For the sake of Sam and Britt. ...And mine.
Und today after the adventure, I went out to dinner with Steve at Leonardo's. We didn't eat much since we both ate pizza-like things earlier (ironic, we didn't see each other all day), but after what we did eat, we had to just..sit in the booth for like twenty minutes recouperating. Lots of drunk people chill at Leo's now--it's kind of annoying. What happened to fine Italian dining? More like fine Italian drinking amirite?
So, no word about job. Phooey. I hope to pester the EB guy again, and then later begin stockpiling Capri Sun.
Math class in two days. Oh boy oh boy oh boy is this going to RULE.*
*In the event that Yoko Ono is blessed with talent will the following statement ever be true.
Note to self: Stromboli. Remember this word. Since it's delicious. Stromboli. Strombolistrombolistromboli.
