Thursday, October 7, 2004

Godel = stupid

She is too stupid to even get a job at Walmart.

So is her best friend.

Thanks, Mom and Dad; I love you, too.

Incidentally: 1700 hits.

Goodbye.

Edit:

Okay: I am in a slightly better mood now, so I will finish with the update.

In regards to the subject: There are two individuals, a girl and a boy, of precisely the same stature, girth, and (somehow) clothing style, when one views them from the back.
So, Wenjing, being the brain she is, went and coppied Willy's haircut and now no one can tell them apart from behind.

I sat down while one of the chair's legs was on Sammie-chan's toe during Geography class today. Sorry, Sammie-chan.

I haven't really gotten a chance to write more of that short story from yesterday (though that wasn't all that exists of it), which is rather depressing. I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly for a few days, so not being able to sit down and write it is a pain.

My friend's little sister was in the midst of an ethical dilemma because she saw some girl sign her own test paper.

She seemed genuinely surprised when Alanna and I burst out laughing.

Naivety can be a funny thing. :P *is one to talk*

Psh.

***

For the first time in...I don't know--ever, we wont be having Thanksgiving dinner with the same family members as always, as far as I can see.
We'll be going out for dinner, of all things.

That's not how Thanksgiving is supposed to work! Geez. What a let-down, eh?

Every one is always excited about Thanksgiving because food = awesome.

Except the ones who have immigrated less than three years ago.

It's a way to tell whether they've been Westernized or not, I guess.

After Thanksgiving is Halloween, then there's nothing to look forward to for two months, except my best friend's birthday, which is December 3rd.

Seeing some (even tiny) light of cause for celebration in the distance is the only motivation I have to crawl out of bed and lurch down the stairs every morning.
*sigh*

There are some visitors from Shanghai coming to our school, and no one knows what to feed them.

But I do.

They're coming here to learn about culture--so why not give them a cultural experience?
If they don't like poutine, they can go screw themselves.

French-fries covered in cheese-curds and gravy is totally better than you.
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