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Some poor day, some poor blasted day, I will not be able to share my ideals with the world. Yes, children, but hush now. My ideals will live on! For it is not a man in himself that he is created, but the opinion of others that truely creates the man. And my opinion of myself creates who I am. For example, I only percieve and think myself to be humorous, attractive, intelligent and ... well, attractive, then it is my perception. But others opinions, not my own, make this either true or untrue. After all, like Obi-Wan Kenobi said, it's all about our point of view. So Forkem's gone. He's up and left us without any sort of trace of midterms or graded works. What the hell is that? I mean, come on guy! What's the damned deal? You can't just up and leave for Cameroon and conquer the country and not give us our come-uppons. I mean, not come-uppons...I mean midterm grades. I, for one, love my midterm grades. And I take solace in the fact I will never have an exam like that ever again. BTW, Russo's back. She looks like this:  Sort of like that. But not exactly. But the women is the devil! And if she's not the devil, then she's the Rosemary. And her children will grow up to be so whacked out, man, I'd hate to see her kids. They're probably fucked up beyond repair. And I think I might have to wear my button down black shirt and white collar soon, because an exorcism is underfoot. And by underfoot, I mean under the beast. And by under the beast, I mean: Russo will be exorcised. You have my word. In other news... - Went to deliver a note to Ms. Arena from Ms. Lilja today. Took an hour and fifteen minutes. - Kicked Maggie in the butt. That was fun. - Sorta kinda flirted with Miranda. That was cool, cuz at lunch, I disscussed Erin and Miranda's HLA. - Talked to Bud. - Sent Jamie on a mission to find me a date to the Soph Semi. Requirment: Must be equal to, greater than, or surpass my own beauty. - Admired myself in the mirror. - Mel wants roses for Valentine's Day. I'll be happy to oblige. But RED? Red means love, Mel. Like deep love. You might have to settle for yellow, cuz good Christian friendship love is the only love you'll get from me. - VIW Awards soon. I'm already devising an angle for Pompeo's induction. If he can pull of a Scottish accent...or some French accent...or maybe Ah-nold...yeah, it'll all work out, even if he can't. - Me and Pompeo gots to get mad started on a Philosophy book. - Went to Nes'. Talked about stuff. Watched the Mister Show. Didn't get it, but parts of it were quite humorous. - Lombard tomorrow. Everyone now.... WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! |
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