reasons why i love jake. part one.
so i told mr. JQ himself that one of my residents requested that i write up a biography to post in the bathroom, like the ones up for our hall director. he decides to write it. and this is the end result...
Borne of a mysterious Dickensian wretch, LeighAnn Soucy was raised by a pack of wild dogs in the Yukon Valley around 1925. They cared for her as their own, and oftentimes were noted as "warring with one another as to the ownership rights of the foreign biped" (Sanzic 109). She grew into a young lady and quickly learned the ways of a pickpocket in order to support her growing family, by the late Irving Ketsch (model airplane maker.) Although a roving minstrel during the day, she was known to plant the seeds of war everywhere she roamed. In French Guiana, 1937, a native friend named Salvadore Pasqual stole Leigh a bushel of bananas, angering a French immigrant, and ultimately destroying all remaining ties between Old Europe and the New World. The consequential battles that came of this incident resulted in what is now referred to as "The Soucy Revolution." Fleeing the war, Leigh ended up in Brooklyn, New York, and worked as a shoeshiner for Jonas Salk, who would later cured polio. In his acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize he never ended up winning, Salk thanked Soucy, crediting her as "an enormous influence on my work." The manuscript leaked, and Soucy became an international heart-throb. Later, Soucy credited this as her greatest moment, even over the creation of the Teamsters and the writing and filming of "Superman 2." After a long and undoubtedly rich life, Soucy finally died on March 15, 1988 in Versailles, France of complications stemming from a brain aneurysm. Some hold Leigh to be the saving grace of modern western culture, whereas others have petitioned to have her sainted under the Catholic Church. Maybe one day, when cryogenics and animatronics are strong enough, LeighAnn Michele Soucy will be resurrected, and will once again become a guiding light in modern medicine, healthcare and warfare.
so in short, jake made me out to be a saint. literally.
and for that, i love him.
stay tuned for the next installment of reasons why i love jake, coming to a livejournal near you.
off to nutrition lab.
LAME.
xo
Borne of a mysterious Dickensian wretch, LeighAnn Soucy was raised by a pack of wild dogs in the Yukon Valley around 1925. They cared for her as their own, and oftentimes were noted as "warring with one another as to the ownership rights of the foreign biped" (Sanzic 109). She grew into a young lady and quickly learned the ways of a pickpocket in order to support her growing family, by the late Irving Ketsch (model airplane maker.) Although a roving minstrel during the day, she was known to plant the seeds of war everywhere she roamed. In French Guiana, 1937, a native friend named Salvadore Pasqual stole Leigh a bushel of bananas, angering a French immigrant, and ultimately destroying all remaining ties between Old Europe and the New World. The consequential battles that came of this incident resulted in what is now referred to as "The Soucy Revolution." Fleeing the war, Leigh ended up in Brooklyn, New York, and worked as a shoeshiner for Jonas Salk, who would later cured polio. In his acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize he never ended up winning, Salk thanked Soucy, crediting her as "an enormous influence on my work." The manuscript leaked, and Soucy became an international heart-throb. Later, Soucy credited this as her greatest moment, even over the creation of the Teamsters and the writing and filming of "Superman 2." After a long and undoubtedly rich life, Soucy finally died on March 15, 1988 in Versailles, France of complications stemming from a brain aneurysm. Some hold Leigh to be the saving grace of modern western culture, whereas others have petitioned to have her sainted under the Catholic Church. Maybe one day, when cryogenics and animatronics are strong enough, LeighAnn Michele Soucy will be resurrected, and will once again become a guiding light in modern medicine, healthcare and warfare.
so in short, jake made me out to be a saint. literally.
and for that, i love him.
stay tuned for the next installment of reasons why i love jake, coming to a livejournal near you.
off to nutrition lab.
LAME.
xo