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Thoughts:
-I'm an '06, and it's 2006. This should mean that I'm a second-semester senior, and I've been telling myself that I am, but I realized that in fact I'm not, because I have a calculus test to make up-- one I missed when I was out with pneumonia. Should this count? Or can I claim my second-semester-seniorness?
-I think they are going too far with the flavored Coca-cola phenomenon. I like Coke with lime & vanilla Coke & especially cherry Coke, but they've come out with Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, and I can't figure out the appeal. It looks scary to me.
-Hurricane Katrina was a worse catastrophe than September 11th, and George W. Bush admits it, but most of my classmates can't or won't. I cannot figure this out.
-I've been having dreams about getting rejected from my safety schools.
-My friend Ryan has three brothers, all of whom go by their middle names (his name is actually Charles Ryan). His parents screwed up the first time when they realized they liked Harrison better than William, then decided to be consistent with the following three sons. Stories like this make me smile.
-I am really worried about my paper due February 8th.
None of these thoughts have any connection to one another...
just another Saturday night inside my brain.
-I'm an '06, and it's 2006. This should mean that I'm a second-semester senior, and I've been telling myself that I am, but I realized that in fact I'm not, because I have a calculus test to make up-- one I missed when I was out with pneumonia. Should this count? Or can I claim my second-semester-seniorness?
-I think they are going too far with the flavored Coca-cola phenomenon. I like Coke with lime & vanilla Coke & especially cherry Coke, but they've come out with Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, and I can't figure out the appeal. It looks scary to me.
-Hurricane Katrina was a worse catastrophe than September 11th, and George W. Bush admits it, but most of my classmates can't or won't. I cannot figure this out.
-I've been having dreams about getting rejected from my safety schools.
-My friend Ryan has three brothers, all of whom go by their middle names (his name is actually Charles Ryan). His parents screwed up the first time when they realized they liked Harrison better than William, then decided to be consistent with the following three sons. Stories like this make me smile.
-I am really worried about my paper due February 8th.
None of these thoughts have any connection to one another...
just another Saturday night inside my brain.