9:37 a.m.

Friday, Mar. 31, 2006

Inflatable Passages

And but a week later! Every night I have been thinking, "well, I should start my update like I said I would, but I'm tired and should get sleep because I have a big day tomorrow!" I tell myself I have a 'big day' every night, in regards to the following day, so that I wake up with a smile and fulfillment. Then, I know I've had a big day, and the day has only begun! I tricked the system!!! Tricking requires more exclamation.

Actually, I don't know if I've ever woken up with a smile. I've woken up laughing. That was fun. Not sure what the stimulus for laughing was, but knowing me it didn't have to be much. "I'm awake...ha ha ha!!!!!" Totally, and I mean totally making use of the exclamation. I'm a grammarian's best dream, because grammarians' like to fix peoples grammar-hence the title-but they pretend to be really mad that people don't use correct grammar, however, if people did use correct grammar then there would be no grammarian! Existence of poor grammar = grammarian existence. Philosophy. Thank you.

Maybe I just found a new career path: philosophy of why for existence of human self-labeling. It sounds fancy, but really I will investigate the reason for people saying "I am a this" or "I am a that", such as when someone is a 'grammarian'. The job will be easy because I will pinpoint the same principle each time. People don't do such and such correctly, therefore you exist to tell people that they are not doing such and such correctly. Thank you, that'll be 30 dollars a word. Including words spoken pre, post, and during explanation of fee. I am f'ing rich...ha ha ha. I'll throw that sentence in for free, but this one will cost you.

Glucose. By which I mean 'sweet'.

Anyway, the other news is that I have started my SPRING BREAK, of which it is impossible to not shout through a mega phone or mega phone cupped hands, and am back at home of my parent's home. I rolled into town yesterday afternoon, and earlier than anticipated because my one class for the day was cancelled. By e-mail. So great. I got to sit in my sleep clothes and find out that I had no class, so I continued to wear my sleep clothes and make coffee, then have breakfast while looking at internet comics. I made a sandwich, peanut butter and honey, with a cut up apple which I cut up because I thought a worm might be in the apple when I rinsed it off and the bottom side looked icky. These foods were for the drive home. I went home about lunch time, so I ate on the road. That was anticipated. What is it called when you anticipate something and that something happenes? Does it simply become 'ticipated'? Or merely 'pated'? According to descriptive grammar, the choice is mine.

Okay, the main objective of the previous paragraph was to say that I left my computer, packed neatly in its computer case, in my apartment. I was too focused on not forgetting my sandwich and apple and apple-juice box, that were in the fridge, so on my departure I was thinking 'food' which automatically blocks out thoughts for 'computer'. That is a sort of wrestling based theory of mind. Certain thoughts directly block out other thoughts. For example, food is the masked mangler El Hefe and computer is Theodore the Strong, so when a bout comes about-my thoughts are food- El Hefe maskingly mangles my ability to think about my computer with his special triple lutzes full grab body slam and keeps Theodore the Strong at bay with a special shin only hold against the ropes. El Hefe makes his own moves. Many surprisingly taken from figure ice skating becuase senior Hefe enjoys watching figure skating on his small, fuzzy receptioned television while drinking a cool glass of tea with large chunks of ice. The ice is special. It is the only time El Hefe has come into contact with cold weather, staring dreamily into the ice, imagining himself dancing gracefully along each cube with bladed skates and knocking down competitors with special ice skate wrestling hybrid moves. Slowly a tear rolls down his masked face, the dirt of outdoor wrestling ring covering his mask and especially caked around the eyes, slowly moisting in this state of dream and desire. To skate and wrestle. Together. Ice, beauty, and pain. If only El Hefe could be that of which he dreams. But reality sets in and Hefe knows his life truth: he must only wrestle with the passion of figure ice skating.

So, like I was saying, I left my computer at home and I am using my mother's computer. Her computer is the same as mine, essentially, but a little better processor I think. The next step up. I told her this morning that I forgot her computer so have been using hers and she was really shocked. At first I thought she was making fun of how much I use my computer to stare at the internet, but then she moved into worry and said, "Well, don't be getting viruses on my computer." I tell her, but I don't think she understands that all the time I spend on my computer is reading comics, sometimes starting new comics which means going through the archives, and looking at peoples web-pages where they write stuff, and looking at my flickr to see pictures and post some if I have space and my internet lets me, and sometimes to look at my teacher's websites so if there is something important. Somehow my mom thinks I know a lot about computers and because I go to a ton more sites than her that I am risky for viruses acquistion. Maybe she thinks I have big makeouts with the websites. I'm pretty sure the internet doesn't involve salival distribution or dispersion, other than e-bay. Ewww.

I am sad that I forgot my computer because my flickr was full for uploads for this month, because my internet would load half-pictures which I deleted, and I wanted to be able to post when the new month starts tomorrow. Oh well. I have my camera. Pictures away. For the taking.

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