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FIRST PIECE OF NEWS:
I'M OFFICIALLY DONE FOR THE TERM!!!! WOOHOO!!! On Monday, I fed-exed my last school-related item, my Postmodernism term paper, to sunny California where my prof now basks on maternity leave. After cloistering myself away in my room for four days without seeing the light of day, pulling three all-nighters in a row, and generally becoming a recluse, I was putting the 23 page document into its report cover just as the Fed-ex dude called up from downstairs. Rock on! Yay for expert timing! My masterwork is entitled "The Ironist, Ambiguist, Consumer, & Spectator: Four Modes of Citizenship in Postmodern Political Theory." Yeah. I'm full of shit.
SECOND PIECE OF NEWS (I.E. MY NEW LIFE PLAN):
So, in 1908, Antoni Gaudi designed this never-completed skyscraper, a hotel that, oddly enough, was originally intended for the former Twin Towers sight down by Wall Street. It's called the New York Attraction Hotel, and when I'm rich and famous and able to invest loads of capital, I'm gonna build it. Well, I'll have partners and I doubt I'll actually run the place, being too busy with my incredibly successful acting and political careers, but I'm definitely going to see it erected in my lifetime. I've decided. So there.
Good deal. I've always been a firm believer in setting realistic goals. Like the time in sixth grade when I decided I was to have 18 mansions all over the world, fully staffed, along with two private jets - one to convey mine own person and a second to ferry friends to my various private homes/hotels, so that, basically, I could have a friend call up, say "I'm going to be in North Africa next week," and I could be all "Really, dahling? Well you simply must stay at my Tangiers residence. Or Marrakesh for that matter. Take your pick. Just call Esteban and arrange for the jet to pick you up. Although, just to give you the heads-up, I think the Simons, Paul and wife, are planning on winging it to Bali on Thursday, so plan accordingly."
You know, actually, now that I think about it, that seems like a purdy good plan. I think I will have an array of manses and fleet of jets, after all. So you folk might wanna get on my good side. In fact, I'll start taking reservations for the hotel and the jet/homes now. Reply with your desired destination.
R
P.S. I'd fill you in on my life as of late, but I doubt anyone's too interested, and I simply don't have the strength to rehash it all quite yet. Okay. Bye now.
I'M OFFICIALLY DONE FOR THE TERM!!!! WOOHOO!!! On Monday, I fed-exed my last school-related item, my Postmodernism term paper, to sunny California where my prof now basks on maternity leave. After cloistering myself away in my room for four days without seeing the light of day, pulling three all-nighters in a row, and generally becoming a recluse, I was putting the 23 page document into its report cover just as the Fed-ex dude called up from downstairs. Rock on! Yay for expert timing! My masterwork is entitled "The Ironist, Ambiguist, Consumer, & Spectator: Four Modes of Citizenship in Postmodern Political Theory." Yeah. I'm full of shit.
SECOND PIECE OF NEWS (I.E. MY NEW LIFE PLAN):
So, in 1908, Antoni Gaudi designed this never-completed skyscraper, a hotel that, oddly enough, was originally intended for the former Twin Towers sight down by Wall Street. It's called the New York Attraction Hotel, and when I'm rich and famous and able to invest loads of capital, I'm gonna build it. Well, I'll have partners and I doubt I'll actually run the place, being too busy with my incredibly successful acting and political careers, but I'm definitely going to see it erected in my lifetime. I've decided. So there.
Good deal. I've always been a firm believer in setting realistic goals. Like the time in sixth grade when I decided I was to have 18 mansions all over the world, fully staffed, along with two private jets - one to convey mine own person and a second to ferry friends to my various private homes/hotels, so that, basically, I could have a friend call up, say "I'm going to be in North Africa next week," and I could be all "Really, dahling? Well you simply must stay at my Tangiers residence. Or Marrakesh for that matter. Take your pick. Just call Esteban and arrange for the jet to pick you up. Although, just to give you the heads-up, I think the Simons, Paul and wife, are planning on winging it to Bali on Thursday, so plan accordingly."
You know, actually, now that I think about it, that seems like a purdy good plan. I think I will have an array of manses and fleet of jets, after all. So you folk might wanna get on my good side. In fact, I'll start taking reservations for the hotel and the jet/homes now. Reply with your desired destination.
R
P.S. I'd fill you in on my life as of late, but I doubt anyone's too interested, and I simply don't have the strength to rehash it all quite yet. Okay. Bye now.