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I'm glad I wasted, or I suppose it's productively-spent after what I'm about to say, my five weeks in a statistics classroom this summer minus an actual grade, because now when boring Mr. Harbison talks, I don't have to pay attention. Or turn in homework! (although that's really just because I'm taking the class pass-fail and the six percent for hours and hours and hours of homework is definitely expendable) and still do well on the all-important tests.
Shows you, Mr. Harbison. Today I read Tape-Op for an hour while he reviewed. And I don't even like audio engineering. Yes!
Did I just say "yes!", because what I really meant was "wow that was really boring."
In other news, my work, a.k.a. the Lali Corporation, gave me a blank check to go to Office Maxxx with today. So not only was it implied that I wouldn't lose the check, or use it for dastardly purposes (although I think that would also involve skipping town afterwards, and they probably knew that wasn't in the cards), but I also got to spend an hour of clocked-in time wandering around deciding which paper to buy. Success on both counts, by the way.
Frankie never shuts up about what movies he's watching. I think I'm going to have to put a hit out.
Somewhere in an alternate universe, BizarroFrankie is shooting me with a BizarroGun right now for telling him about all the heterosexual porn I read.
So it goes.
And last but not least, is there anybody in the entire world who understands Naked Lunch, assuming they're not a junkie themselves, in which case who can trust their lying junkie words anyway?
Shows you, Mr. Harbison. Today I read Tape-Op for an hour while he reviewed. And I don't even like audio engineering. Yes!
Did I just say "yes!", because what I really meant was "wow that was really boring."
In other news, my work, a.k.a. the Lali Corporation, gave me a blank check to go to Office Maxxx with today. So not only was it implied that I wouldn't lose the check, or use it for dastardly purposes (although I think that would also involve skipping town afterwards, and they probably knew that wasn't in the cards), but I also got to spend an hour of clocked-in time wandering around deciding which paper to buy. Success on both counts, by the way.
Frankie never shuts up about what movies he's watching. I think I'm going to have to put a hit out.
Somewhere in an alternate universe, BizarroFrankie is shooting me with a BizarroGun right now for telling him about all the heterosexual porn I read.
So it goes.
And last but not least, is there anybody in the entire world who understands Naked Lunch, assuming they're not a junkie themselves, in which case who can trust their lying junkie words anyway?