Hey, Pete? Yeah, Bob.

Apr 23, 2006 21:22

I suddenly want to make molasses buns. I have no idea if molasses buns taste good outside Newfoundland. I want to try, nonetheless.

But first. English exam. The essays are not at all a terrifying prospect except for the fact that all essays make me extremely nervous after hums and reli. Why should that be? It shouldn't be. But it is.

Pride, Hypocrisy, or Greed. Three dramatic works, three prose works.
Easy.

I have no thoughts in my head.

***

A few days ago my brother put on one of our Vestibules cds, and it occured to me once again that I really need to get a poster of David Bowie and write "pasta" on it. Or I need to get my brother one, or something.

The kind of comedy that is especially funny after you've heard it a million times, but then not heard it for a few years. We've quoted the stuff back and forth for a long time ("THURSDAY. THURSDAY!") but we obviously forgot some things.

I sat there listening for the second time in two days, laughing my ass off before the thing even started, my mom looking quizzical... shouting VISCOUS SUBSTANCES in unison... Yeah.

It's good stuff.

school monster, nerd monster

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