"he had waited his whole life for a mustache like this...
a mustache that, in the end, did not provide a single movie showtime or location." i just wanted to thank millie for sending me a postcard with this written on the front. she sent it to me about a year ago, and it still adorns my wall to this day. thank you millie. you are a good friend. here's a sticker.
i think there are only five or so days left of each class i am taking. that is awesome, in case you didn't know. in less than four weeks from right now i will be in buffalonia. i know its only buffalo, not toronto or chicago, but it is not missouri. for that reason alone there is cause for celebration and rejoicing. no more sprinfield, mo. at work the other day, this guy asked my why i don't bowl any leagues. i responded with what a waste of my time and money it would be, plus i would not be in springfield for the entire season cause of moving to new york. he was really happy for me and really jealous. he hates it here. he said he has been here for about six years and wants to "get the hell out". i know the feeling. i've been here three and a half years and am itching to escape. though a big part of that is due to my school.
i played guitar at the potter's house on saturday, and no, it was not harry potter's house. which reminds me of something so much more interesting: HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FREAKING FIRE!!! yeah, that's right, i saw it. at midnight-oh-one thursday night/friday morning. it was awesome. i feel so proud to have contributed to the $101.4 million it took in for the opening weekend. they really could not have done the movie better. yet i still like the third one more, but that's just cause i like that book better. but now i must wait an eternity for the next installment of harry potter. no book or movie until, at the earliest, 2007. time to re-read and re-watch everything.
i've noticed that i developed a habit of starting most of my paragraphs in this ickle-blog-thingy with "so" far too many times (but not in this here entry, no sir). go ahead and scroll down. too many so's. for that, i apologize. i will try my best to not let it happen again.
igby smells nice and feels soft. come feel his softness. come inhale his scent. you won't regret it. well, unless he bites you. he likes to bite.
i think there are only five or so days left of each class i am taking. that is awesome, in case you didn't know. in less than four weeks from right now i will be in buffalonia. i know its only buffalo, not toronto or chicago, but it is not missouri. for that reason alone there is cause for celebration and rejoicing. no more sprinfield, mo. at work the other day, this guy asked my why i don't bowl any leagues. i responded with what a waste of my time and money it would be, plus i would not be in springfield for the entire season cause of moving to new york. he was really happy for me and really jealous. he hates it here. he said he has been here for about six years and wants to "get the hell out". i know the feeling. i've been here three and a half years and am itching to escape. though a big part of that is due to my school.
i played guitar at the potter's house on saturday, and no, it was not harry potter's house. which reminds me of something so much more interesting: HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FREAKING FIRE!!! yeah, that's right, i saw it. at midnight-oh-one thursday night/friday morning. it was awesome. i feel so proud to have contributed to the $101.4 million it took in for the opening weekend. they really could not have done the movie better. yet i still like the third one more, but that's just cause i like that book better. but now i must wait an eternity for the next installment of harry potter. no book or movie until, at the earliest, 2007. time to re-read and re-watch everything.
i've noticed that i developed a habit of starting most of my paragraphs in this ickle-blog-thingy with "so" far too many times (but not in this here entry, no sir). go ahead and scroll down. too many so's. for that, i apologize. i will try my best to not let it happen again.
igby smells nice and feels soft. come feel his softness. come inhale his scent. you won't regret it. well, unless he bites you. he likes to bite.
posted by goodbyedearsun at 11:31 AM
1 Comments:
so if you think about it, getting the hell out of somewhere would actually make the place more bearable to live.
so perhaps people who say they want to "get the hell out of here" really mean they are longing to stay, if the hell can only be gotten out of that place.
so really your bowling buddy is a springfieldian through and through.
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