seven days a week
What do you say after not posting for a month? Sorry for not posting for a month? Sorry for not posting for a month.
It's just that I've been busy, because my plan worked. I got into a program. Not at the level I wanted -- which, now that I realize what that have entailed, makes sense to me, and is actually a relief. Which hey, shoot for the stars, right? And you'll land on a rainbow? Something about unicorns?
In other news, I've been thinking about putting my keyboard in the dishwasher. The o, i, and u keys stick, and yesterday p wouldn't work. I had to cut and paste a p.
Yeah, but so the Plan did not take into account several factors. In high school, it was rumored for years that a good senior prank would be to borrow a cow from one of the many nearby pastures and walk it up onto the mezzanine overlooking the school gym. This plan held that cows can walk up stairs but not down -- I don't even know whether that's true -- so it would be funny to see school officials trying to figure out how to get a very heavy, hungry cow down. The plan remained a legendary possibility, because it also held that stealing a cow in the state of Indiana fell under the category of grand theft auto -- which I'm pretty sure is true. Despite the significant population of high school guys with bad judgment, we couldn't find anybody who would take the rap and steal the cow.
So now, in terms of my life, I've got a cow up on a mezzanine. Which is awesome! Moo! It's just that I didn't realize how much cows eat. What the hell do cows even eat? Do they sleep standing up? I know nothing about cows.
SHITE.
In a good way, though. I mean, it's going to be fine. The Plan will be tweaked. Yeah.
It's just that I've been busy, because my plan worked. I got into a program. Not at the level I wanted -- which, now that I realize what that have entailed, makes sense to me, and is actually a relief. Which hey, shoot for the stars, right? And you'll land on a rainbow? Something about unicorns?
In other news, I've been thinking about putting my keyboard in the dishwasher. The o, i, and u keys stick, and yesterday p wouldn't work. I had to cut and paste a p.
Yeah, but so the Plan did not take into account several factors. In high school, it was rumored for years that a good senior prank would be to borrow a cow from one of the many nearby pastures and walk it up onto the mezzanine overlooking the school gym. This plan held that cows can walk up stairs but not down -- I don't even know whether that's true -- so it would be funny to see school officials trying to figure out how to get a very heavy, hungry cow down. The plan remained a legendary possibility, because it also held that stealing a cow in the state of Indiana fell under the category of grand theft auto -- which I'm pretty sure is true. Despite the significant population of high school guys with bad judgment, we couldn't find anybody who would take the rap and steal the cow.
So now, in terms of my life, I've got a cow up on a mezzanine. Which is awesome! Moo! It's just that I didn't realize how much cows eat. What the hell do cows even eat? Do they sleep standing up? I know nothing about cows.
SHITE.
In a good way, though. I mean, it's going to be fine. The Plan will be tweaked. Yeah.
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