Monday, September 02, 2002
I should have known it was too good to be true.
Blogger claimed that now we could get image hosting at Blog*Spot. Of course I was very psyched at this prospect, because you all know about me and pictures. Oh yes! Unfortunately, I went to enquire further into this image hosting business, and discovered that it was $5 a month. I don't care if that's cheap, I don't pay anything for my blogging. I categorically refuse to do so! It is against my moral principles, see.
And then we sat in a tree for a while, which was nice, if you like that kind of thing. I do.
If you were using baby cuticles to make gumdrops, how many babies would you need in order to make a whole bag of gumdrops? A whole lot of babies, that's how many you'd need.
I have a Blindness assignment that doesn't make one modicum of sense. If sense comes in units of modicums. But you know what I mean. I don't have any idea what the teacher is asking us to do. Thus, I blog. Well, it does serve some purpose. If I'm blogging, then it warms up my hands for the typing. Really! You ought to try it sometime.
Happy slightly belated birthdays to, first, Maura! and then Corey! Seventeen is a prime number, you know.
Thank cats I have a 4 day week ahead of me. Anything is better than a full 5 days. Well, maybe not anything. But lots of things are better.
Thirteen people are online. Thirteen is a prime number. Just like seventeen.
My room has passed beyond the Messiness Event Horizon, and has become entirely impassable. I have enough paper on my floor to recreate Mrs. Kalloch's precious Paper House. Since it has, in fact, passed the Messiness Event Horizon, I am now skeptical as to whether or not my room can ever recover and become clean once again. It remains to be seen.
The second person to regain his eyesight, already late into the night, when the lamp, running out of oil, was flickering, was the girl with dark glasses.
The Messiness Event Horizon, in case you were not acquainted with it, is the point at which it becomes impossible to move freely throughout an area stepping only the floor. In this case, the area is my room. It is impossible to move freely in there without stepping on something other than the floor (paper, clothing, books, cat litter, the bed, etc.) because there is no longer a sufficient amount of clear floor space to step upon. This is a sad state of existence that is reached all-too-easily and all-too-often in my room.
*warm like summer breeze
flowing 'round your city
come on down with me
i love gasoline*
Tropical fish on a chair with black wheels.
*how do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?*
There are all sorts of fun and interesting things that one can do with glossy photo paper.
Kate likes to cha cha.
Well, I guess that I really ought to go and get started on that english essay business. I know that you look foward to it almost as much as I do. Don't try to deny it, I know that you do.
See you next Tuesday.