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you know. a lot has gone down since i last addressed your existence, blog.
the weather the past few days have been unnaturally good: sunshine that creates heat (and not just bleak sunshine that usually means more cold), breezes and not freezing chills, green grass and not white powder (...referring to snow, of course), white powder and not green grass. flowers are blooming, yale girls are breaking out summer wear (good thing or bad thing, i will not say...), people are playing out in the courtyards...tour groups are inadvertently misled to thinking that yale is really this cool. news flash: it isn't. usually, the people and things to do are about as cold and unapproachable as the sick new haven winters.
during review session for my diff eq midterm on thursday, i was doing my own thing before noticing that my friend was busy sliding something off the top of her book with a disgruntled look.
**re-enactment**
"what are you doing" i asked.
"wiping off the mess the slugs made."
"slugs?"
"yea. three slugs were on my book by the time i came back when i left it outside."
a light bulb immediately went off in some metaphysical sense, and i immediately delved into questions in order to find out the details. i mean, any time three slugs end up on your book-- there must be more reason than some unnatural occurrence: it's a sign.
"'four times it stalled
before the gateway, at the very threshold;
four times the arms clashed loud inside its belly.
Nevertheless, heedless, blinded by frenzy,
we pressed right on and set the inauspicious
monster inside the sacred fortress.'"
The Aeneid, Book II
signs like these are too easily taken for granted. see what happened to the fucking trojans? needless to say, the three slugs ended up being a bad omen. she died the next day.
just kidding. we just assessed all the bad things that had happened to her in the past few days (e.g. getting last pick in the housing draw...every time, etc. etc.)...
speaking of housing draw. i'm wondering who got first pick single for the rising junior class...hm...
I DID, BITCHES! next year, i'll be m-bating and proclamating all over my brand new, one-of-a-kind single.
and, in other news, i feel pretty good about my diff eq midterm...as if that's the last thing that most people would care about.
i'd like to give a big thanks to all the supporters of my blog: namely, all the sick fucks who add points to my counter because they look up shit like "rhinorrhea porn" "xxx rachel dratch" "xxx hand to hand pink pussy porn" "pixie pillow porn" "how to tell if gf in orgy" and end up getting referred to my website from some search engine. thanks for adding to the community and making me feel better that more than 90% of the hits to my blog are from fucks looking to rub one out.
well, bitches, i really should be off and into bed. i could recount the tales of my weekend for you (magic princesses, green gnomes, lingerie fashion shows, and animal planet sagas)...but, alas, out of interest and self respect for, well, my self...i shall refrain.
the weather the past few days have been unnaturally good: sunshine that creates heat (and not just bleak sunshine that usually means more cold), breezes and not freezing chills, green grass and not white powder (...referring to snow, of course), white powder and not green grass. flowers are blooming, yale girls are breaking out summer wear (good thing or bad thing, i will not say...), people are playing out in the courtyards...tour groups are inadvertently misled to thinking that yale is really this cool. news flash: it isn't. usually, the people and things to do are about as cold and unapproachable as the sick new haven winters.
during review session for my diff eq midterm on thursday, i was doing my own thing before noticing that my friend was busy sliding something off the top of her book with a disgruntled look.
**re-enactment**
"what are you doing" i asked.
"wiping off the mess the slugs made."
"slugs?"
"yea. three slugs were on my book by the time i came back when i left it outside."
a light bulb immediately went off in some metaphysical sense, and i immediately delved into questions in order to find out the details. i mean, any time three slugs end up on your book-- there must be more reason than some unnatural occurrence: it's a sign.
"'four times it stalled
before the gateway, at the very threshold;
four times the arms clashed loud inside its belly.
Nevertheless, heedless, blinded by frenzy,
we pressed right on and set the inauspicious
monster inside the sacred fortress.'"
The Aeneid, Book II
signs like these are too easily taken for granted. see what happened to the fucking trojans? needless to say, the three slugs ended up being a bad omen. she died the next day.
just kidding. we just assessed all the bad things that had happened to her in the past few days (e.g. getting last pick in the housing draw...every time, etc. etc.)...
speaking of housing draw. i'm wondering who got first pick single for the rising junior class...hm...
I DID, BITCHES! next year, i'll be m-bating and proclamating all over my brand new, one-of-a-kind single.
and, in other news, i feel pretty good about my diff eq midterm...as if that's the last thing that most people would care about.
i'd like to give a big thanks to all the supporters of my blog: namely, all the sick fucks who add points to my counter because they look up shit like "rhinorrhea porn" "xxx rachel dratch" "xxx hand to hand pink pussy porn" "pixie pillow porn" "how to tell if gf in orgy" and end up getting referred to my website from some search engine. thanks for adding to the community and making me feel better that more than 90% of the hits to my blog are from fucks looking to rub one out.
well, bitches, i really should be off and into bed. i could recount the tales of my weekend for you (magic princesses, green gnomes, lingerie fashion shows, and animal planet sagas)...but, alas, out of interest and self respect for, well, my self...i shall refrain.
posted by Joe @ 10:39 PM
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