December 03, 2002 :: 11:27 p.m.
are you smarter than George W. Bush?
I just checked one of the Hotmail accounts that I don't use but keep around for storage reasons, and I received a piece of junk mail entitled "Are you smarter than George W. Bush?" Heh. Hehehehe. That made me giggle, it did, because the empty box of Choco Boy that I have sitting on my desk is smarter than George W. Bush. At least it doesn't go around saying "strategery" and bastardizing every grammar rule ever created. Choco Boy should be our new president, I think. A mushroom-shaped chocolate n' biscuit treat would be less of an embarrassment than Bush: The Next Generation.
But anyway... it's a blustery 19 degrees outside right now, about the same as it's been all day. The wind chill takes it down to about 10 degrees, which is actually quite balmy compared to the bone-freezing 4 degree wind chill that was going on this morning when Adam and I went to breakfast. I seriously felt like my skin was going to crack into little ice pieces. It's a feeling that is quite unpleasant, in case you're fortunate enough to live someplace perpetually warm and have never experienced such a sensation. All forecasts indicate snow tomorrow night and Thursday morning - eck. Maybe if I got to go sledding and drink hot chocolate I'd be more enthused, but alas, I have no time to sled (not to mention my utter lack of an actual sled) and the hot chocolate here tastes like warm water mixed with dirt and chocolate syrup. Appetizing, no?
I didn't do my English speech today because I couldn't work up the nerve. It's oh-so-tempting to just skip class on Thursday and not do it at all, but I have no idea how many points I'll lose that way. I wouldn't be so nervous if I were better prepared, probably, but right now I'm trying to stuff about a million projects into a very small time frame and it's not working out so well. My paper topic is (tentatively) vegetarianism, which shouldn't be a problem for me at all because a)I feel very strongly about it and b)I've had 6 years of experience arguing with closed-minded fucks about it. But I don't know... the getting up in front of people thing just puts the fear of god into me. Only not. It's more the fear of public humiliation and rudicule than anything relating to god, but so goes the expression.
I've got almost four pages of my Anthro paper done, but I'm not even halfway done. Why must I be so long-winded? Brevity is not a skill that I possess when it comes to writing, and while that usually serves me well, in this case it's fucking me over in a serious way. If each section is as long as the first one, this thing will be upwards of ten pages when I'm done. Not cool. Also not cool is the fact that Gorillas in the Mist is checked out of the library. I need to watch it sometime before Thursday night or I'm losing 50 points, and that = no fun. And the only Blockbuster in the entire tri-county area that has it is in Lemoyne (about 35 miles away). So hopefully the bastard that checked it out will be kind enough to return it by Thursday at the latest, because otherwise I will be an extremely bitter little lemon. Blah.
Damn, this is getting kind of long, isn't it? Yeah. See? No sense of brevity. I think I'm going to draw for a bit and then get to bed. 8 a.m. comes much too early for my liking, but I haven't any choice in the matter. Le sigh. 'Night, all.
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