So, how about those (insert name here)'s?
Hmmm...I've been using a keyboard non-stop for the last 2 weeks or so, yet haven't found the time to update th' ol' bl'g. Since I've written all I can about the 1947 Citizenship Act for one day, I will now use my keyboard for good instead of evil...relatively speaking. The Citizenship Act are swell folks, really they are. I just need some personal time with the keyboard, mmkay?
So now I'm 1/3 done my thesis page-wise (if we abide by the minimum, which I most certainly am doing)...and will be 1/2 done chapter-wise in a week or so. Notice the fractions becoming ever more favourable as the posts progress! Apparently my paper is "taking shape", according to sources very much familiar with the project (LOL)
I just noticed that my "My Life Savings Jar" in my room is filling over the lid. Normally one would be overjoyed at that prospect and actively seek early retirement options, but really it's a bad thing because I have no place for my crappy loose change. I hereby request another "My Life Savings Jar" for Christmas. I'm that short on ideas for Christmas, people.
I can't believe that the new Audioslave album hasn't been leaked onto the internet yet. I'm going to buy it anyway, but dammit I want to hear it ASAP!
So I tripped last week...through a table with ceramic tiles and drove my shin right through one of said tiles, resulting in quite the gash...no stitches required though. It may in fact be the coolest scar I've ever had, but it lacks a story with a memorable "hook". I can tell such a story though from Grade 5. I was rounding third base, attempting to score...when I was blindsided by a swinging ALUMINUM baseball bat from the on-deck circle in the FACE. Apparently I had ventured well out of the baseline, possibly because I was watching the incoming throw from the outfield, and pssibly because the basepath was being blocked by the catcher. I remember tumbling to the ground, in disbelief of what had just happened. My glasses were driven right into my eyebrow, creating a semi-circle gash around my eye. Those glasses were of the flexible variety, so they were (gasp) fine. I remember the first question I asked: "Was I safe at home plate" I was not. It was then that I burst into tears...not because of the pain, but because it was all in vain ;)
I'm going to take it upon myself in the coming weeks to prove or disprove the theory that "chicks dig scars". This particular party trick could be with me for awhile ;)
So now I'm 1/3 done my thesis page-wise (if we abide by the minimum, which I most certainly am doing)...and will be 1/2 done chapter-wise in a week or so. Notice the fractions becoming ever more favourable as the posts progress! Apparently my paper is "taking shape", according to sources very much familiar with the project (LOL)
I just noticed that my "My Life Savings Jar" in my room is filling over the lid. Normally one would be overjoyed at that prospect and actively seek early retirement options, but really it's a bad thing because I have no place for my crappy loose change. I hereby request another "My Life Savings Jar" for Christmas. I'm that short on ideas for Christmas, people.
I can't believe that the new Audioslave album hasn't been leaked onto the internet yet. I'm going to buy it anyway, but dammit I want to hear it ASAP!
So I tripped last week...through a table with ceramic tiles and drove my shin right through one of said tiles, resulting in quite the gash...no stitches required though. It may in fact be the coolest scar I've ever had, but it lacks a story with a memorable "hook". I can tell such a story though from Grade 5. I was rounding third base, attempting to score...when I was blindsided by a swinging ALUMINUM baseball bat from the on-deck circle in the FACE. Apparently I had ventured well out of the baseline, possibly because I was watching the incoming throw from the outfield, and pssibly because the basepath was being blocked by the catcher. I remember tumbling to the ground, in disbelief of what had just happened. My glasses were driven right into my eyebrow, creating a semi-circle gash around my eye. Those glasses were of the flexible variety, so they were (gasp) fine. I remember the first question I asked: "Was I safe at home plate" I was not. It was then that I burst into tears...not because of the pain, but because it was all in vain ;)
I'm going to take it upon myself in the coming weeks to prove or disprove the theory that "chicks dig scars". This particular party trick could be with me for awhile ;)
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10:18 p.m.
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