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Sunday, March 14, 2004
Dyer Maker
I do not feel like doing this Geometry homework at all at the moment. Lame.
I can't complain, though, because I just can't. Or maybe I can but I've come to the realization that it's also bad to complain about things because when you are as lucky as you will realize when you think about it, you will realize that you needn't complain.
Have you noticed how my sentences are longer lately? That's what happens from reading Michael Connelly. His writing style is like that, he makes big sentences with pretty much no punctuation, except for a period. It's catching on me. But I do like it.
What I am fond of doing at these times I am doing my homework is making my fingers into a gun, you know, the thumb and the finger next to it I hold out like a gun. Then I put this to my head and I move one finger like I'm pulling a trigger. And then I plop down on the ground screaming, "Geometry bad, bad, bad! Shoot me now!"
But anyway.
Someone do this Geometry for me.
I think the Muffin Man should. He's a cool dude. Or maybe George Bush would. Y'know, it is the no child left behind, Mr. Bushy Bushes of Bush.
I'm really random at the moment. I am feeling the effects of caffeine at the moment. Thank you Taco Bell. Yo quiero Taco Bell! Yo quiero puella! Yo quiero scribe!
Bah.
I think what the world needs is a swift kick in the head, thereby beheading its head and making it roll down. That would be good.
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