Riddled.
For anyone who thinks I am some deep intellectual person, this post is to dissuade you of any misconceptions.
I had a friend who went to my high school for a couple of months back in sophomore year. Her name is Hannah, and she now goes to comm. college and I see her at least every other day for about ten minutes between classes. She is bizarre and incredibly embarrassing and I love her. I think her girlfriend is worried about me, but it is not my fault. Anyway.
Hannah's best friend Matt, Hannah herself, and I were sitting at a table in the lounge minding our own business. When I joined them they were working on riddles for some reason, I have no idea how they got on the subject. Matt had been texted a riddle that went something like "The man who invented it doesn't want it, the one who needs it doesn't know it, and (third condition that I cannot recall.)
He didn't have the answer so we were all three trying to guess it. Several answers were thrown out, and we were becoming more hysterical as time went on, laughing our stupid heads off. Finally Hannah yelled "PLASTIC SURGERY!" Which we became immediately convinced that it was the right answer.
Yeah, the answer was a Coffin. Cosmetic surgery, coffin, same thing, right?
I am not sure why I thought of that and I know that it didn't turn out as good of a story as I initially thought. But that is the kind of person I am, I guess.
Tonight is mom's spaghetti dinner to raise money for her trip. I am working it as well, so I am volunteering myself for dish duty. FTW! Shall see how that goes.
Anyway, I think I'll go meet Anne in the library now. Is it strange that the lab is quieter than the library? I haven't yet figured that one out yet.
I had a friend who went to my high school for a couple of months back in sophomore year. Her name is Hannah, and she now goes to comm. college and I see her at least every other day for about ten minutes between classes. She is bizarre and incredibly embarrassing and I love her. I think her girlfriend is worried about me, but it is not my fault. Anyway.
Hannah's best friend Matt, Hannah herself, and I were sitting at a table in the lounge minding our own business. When I joined them they were working on riddles for some reason, I have no idea how they got on the subject. Matt had been texted a riddle that went something like "The man who invented it doesn't want it, the one who needs it doesn't know it, and (third condition that I cannot recall.)
He didn't have the answer so we were all three trying to guess it. Several answers were thrown out, and we were becoming more hysterical as time went on, laughing our stupid heads off. Finally Hannah yelled "PLASTIC SURGERY!" Which we became immediately convinced that it was the right answer.
Yeah, the answer was a Coffin. Cosmetic surgery, coffin, same thing, right?
I am not sure why I thought of that and I know that it didn't turn out as good of a story as I initially thought. But that is the kind of person I am, I guess.
Tonight is mom's spaghetti dinner to raise money for her trip. I am working it as well, so I am volunteering myself for dish duty. FTW! Shall see how that goes.
Anyway, I think I'll go meet Anne in the library now. Is it strange that the lab is quieter than the library? I haven't yet figured that one out yet.