Stupid ideas
Sometimes I like to imagine that there is a Mister-Burns-style trapdoor in my brain, and I can just open it and send the stupid ideas plummeting, down to my stomach, to be dissolved by gastric juices. What is it that you’ve done to me, how is it that you’ve traumatized me without either of our knowing? I read it, and found that while interesting, most of it I knew already.
That’s how I like it, too, but I often run out of the stamina to keep it that way. It took me almost an hour though to do so I am afraid that my Math class will never see the liberty spikes Why you ask? I forgot to mention that Dirk asked me if I wanted to go to the Christmas party this year…
The paths of time and life will one day present me with an oppurtunity, and I plan to take it. But some of it also has to do with our decor. I’m largely apolitical; on those rare occassions I vote, it usually has to do with lunch. I want to know what I’m getting, you know?