Thursday, February 5, 2009

   ughdfs
Question mark mood= thirsty, releif, hurty, *groan*

Thanks for the comment, Talim. I wasn't even sure anyone would see that post.

Okay, I just finished my Biology exam. It wasn't too bad and it marks the end of quizzes and exams for the week. ...Actually I got a Biology quiz to do tomorrow. And I have Chem homework to do tonight. And Relst and History homework.... Cue the above groan.

But, since I'm not doing Chem this second [I had to do it all morning and yesterday, I'm burnt out.] I decided it's time for a little segment I'm calling: How I Am Not Like You. Sounds unbelievebly negative and conceeded, doesn't it. It's not really supposed to. It's true though, I'm not like you. No one is the same. It's a good thing. Makes things exciting.

How I Am Not Like You:
My weekdays all end the same. I come in through the garage. I pet the bulldog, my other dog too if he's there. I set my coat on the chair. I kick off my shoes. I take my books downstairs. I dispose of them on the floor by the TV, which is playing Sirius XM Lithium if I typed Trio before school. I pet the cat. I walk to my room, but don't go in. I take off my antique necklace and put it on the beureau. I pull a knife concealled in my inner pocket out and set it next to the necklace. Looky, they're both blue.

So, a show of hands for anyone else who takes a knife out of their pocket and sets it next to an antique necklace every weekday.

It's not a tough thing. It's not a caution thing. It's just habit.

Living in New York (not city, rural) you just carry a pocket knife. People were hunters or farmers in that area. So, they just would have a knife. So, I carried a Swiss Army knife with me, took up a good bit of pocket room. I moved to Indiana and got a new knife I could easily conceal in that tiny pocket you have in jeans. It's a flat knife. I got used to carrying that around so even when I lived in California I had it on me.

You know when you're checking bagage at an airport and they ask if you have any knives or firearms? I actually check. Usually I end up pulling that knife from my pocket, giggle embarrassedly at the woman's shocked face, and stow it in my checked bag.

And that conclueds How I Am Not Like You.

Random, I know.
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