Feeds:Monday?, Sixth Week
"Hey, we're on, like, the end of the book! [pause] Oh, nevermind, it's just an appendix." -Leah, 05/02/2005
I just found myself explaining a Pit of Never Return as "a place where the void wanders in and out, and maybe sits down and has coffee."
Apparantly, the new dorm will not be drafty. I have been assured, however, that it will still be cool.
Patrick and I were discussing moral rigorism, and I quoted Douglas Adams at him, but I know longer no what I wanted to say about that.
Things I've Learned Recently:
1. When she storms out, storm after her.
1. No one likes a survivalist.
Strange Things I have seen.
1. So I'm at work, at La Petit Folie, at the door, doing that thing I do. I look up, out the window, and there're the usual things: People sitting on benches, reading newspapers, strolling, all such things. Except that there's this one kid, standing in the flower garden, facing the resteraunt, pants down, leaning back and taking a whizz. No one else seems to have noticed this six-year-old at all. I didn't quite succeed in not cracking up.
1. I also had a crazy shoot-out with Ulav, but that's old news, and I'll probably write about it later.
Introspections and Resolutions:
I will Dance my way to Fitness.
I will adopt the Structured Day.
I'm also rewriting my ethical code. This time, ethical forms.
Also, I sold out. I mean, I work for money in a French resteraunt.
I don't know if I made myself clear: he literally ran up the side of this building.
And, for the record, I still maintain that more things than hilarity and hijinks are posessed of the ability to ensue.
You're not ready. None of you are ready. No one is ready. You have a sink? Too bad, we want a toilet. Nyaa.
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