Hunchback
I recorded a note to myself this morning after listening to a
Gustav Holst Symphony. Apparently I had a “moment” while I was staring
at the sky. This happens to me an awful lot because sometimes I just
like to stare at people, things, and absolutely nothing. Frankly, I
find it calming, Others find it creepy.
Some of my classes are honestly beginning to worry me. I was
interested in something my professor was teaching and I asked a
question because I was “concerned” about something in the equation he
was putting up. I’ve become everything I hate in life. I have become
that guy who points out that his “T”‘s look like “+” signs, and that
he accidentally rounded 4.4446 to 4.45. I’m thinking I should drink
less coffee, or conversely, drink more Nyquil�.
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On my
way through Dukes today I spilled approximately 8 ounces of boiling
spiced cider onto my leg, but all I could say to the guy next to me
was, “Eh, I don’t like these pants anyway.” I’m always the quick
thinker. The downside is that spiced cider is sticky, and it has
turned my once nearly-comfortable jeans into highly starched slacks.
Once when I was a kid I was bugging my mom and she inadvertently
spilled boiling coffee onto my leg, which upon treatment left me with
a wondrous scar. Maybe it wasn’t inadvertent now that I look back on
it. (Tears)
Oh, by the way, No scar this time. Damn. Actually,
I’m looking for a stab wound and I think I know a girl who I could
aggravate enough to stab me. What a story I could tell to my
Grandkids*.
* – Random Children…because I wont have grandkids.
Piow.
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“30 years ago I was knifed in a bazaar in “Who stabbed you?”
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“He did.”
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In Other News:
– Jerry has a website.
So, to thank him for his support of my Website I will link to his:
– Searching for Guns on the
Internet is the scariest thing you can do
– I honestly considered
purchasing a cape today. I mean, what isn’t cool about a cape? Well, I
guess the beatings would be kind of uncool.
– I fell to my
knees stricken this AM in Zane Showker hall because the coffee machine
didn’t give me a cup and I was forced to watch the precious liquid
seep into the bowels of that machine, like so much priceless parchment
into a fire. I considered sticking my head into the dispenser area to
see if I could catch any.
– Jerry Didn’t post any
pictures of his swollen eye. Bastard.
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Jerry: “Do I look alright?”
Myself: “You look like the
Hunchback of Notre Dame.”
Jerry: “Thanks, Paul.”
Myself: “No problem, I’m here
everyday.”