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The most recent edition of 'Dinosaur Comics' presents a situation that I can truly sympathize with:
http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=714
T-Rex should ask ME what that's like. I know firsthand what it's like to be so unimportant to your significant other that they cannot even do you the courtesy of tearing apart your life IN PERSON.
Today was a very rainy day. I do not know if anyone else noticed that. I saw no less than FIVE automobile accidents on the way home from school. Count them: five! I think the odds are stacked in favor of at least one person dying or, at the very least, being injured. I was very wet all day because of the rain, and I mean that. Extremely wet. I have to do an inordinate amount of walking during my day, so I got a good bit of rain on me. Ho ho! So much moisture.
My animal psychology class is boring. The teacher is not exactly a real teacher, but rather, someone who works at Zoo Atlanta studying the pandas. Apparently, my school felt she was worthy of teaching a psychology class. Know what she talked about today? If you guessed 'boring, asinine bullshit in which Tony has no interest, however remote' you are absolutely correct. What a shame; I do so enjoy animals.
And THEN I had my abnormal psychology class. The teacher, a bald grad student with a painfully red beard, discussed OCD. That is a subject very close to my heart, what with the plethora of assorted ticks and quirks that I have incorporated into my personality. It was quite interesting, and not nearly as boring as hearing some retarded bitch prattling on about bee-wolves and song birds and the nut-storing habits of Belding's ground squirrels. I did abysmally on our last test. But my mind was elsewhere that day, so I couldn't concentrate.
I was too busy thinking about you.
My last class of the day was a philosophy class called 'The Morality of War.' My teacher actually wrote the textbook that we use. ISN'T THAT TOTALLY FUCKING INSANE? He led a discussion about...umm...something or other. I don't remember. Just war theory would be my first guess, as it's all he talks about anyway.
So last night I was chilling with the Bentkowskinator at his girlfriend's apartment, under the pretense of watching the superbowl. We watched maybe ten minutes of it altogether (most of which was commercials) and spent the rest of the time alternating between Family Guy and THE PUPPY BOWL.
YES, THE PUPPY BOWL. The description on the channel guide, as I can best remember it, was as follows:
'Small puppies cavort on a play area designed to look like a football field in an alternate version of the superbowl.'
I AM DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS. THIS WAS A THREE HOUR SHOW. Three hours of watching puppies chew on toys, wrestle with each other, and drink water. The halftime show consisted of kittens playing with various lengths of string, in case you were wondering. It was only half an hour long. The entire show ran from 9 p.m. to 12 a.m. Now, my question is, WHO THE FUCK PITCHED THAT SHOW TO THE NETWORK? I can only imagine how that went. And, actually, it was the PUPPY BOWL 2, a continuation of the legacy that begun last year.
But I digress.
This entry is pretty long - way longer than I'm used to writing. If you've read this far, you might as well leave me a comment, so I at least know SOMEONE out there is getting enjoyment from my idiocy.
SEEYOULATERCHUMPS
http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=714
T-Rex should ask ME what that's like. I know firsthand what it's like to be so unimportant to your significant other that they cannot even do you the courtesy of tearing apart your life IN PERSON.
Today was a very rainy day. I do not know if anyone else noticed that. I saw no less than FIVE automobile accidents on the way home from school. Count them: five! I think the odds are stacked in favor of at least one person dying or, at the very least, being injured. I was very wet all day because of the rain, and I mean that. Extremely wet. I have to do an inordinate amount of walking during my day, so I got a good bit of rain on me. Ho ho! So much moisture.
My animal psychology class is boring. The teacher is not exactly a real teacher, but rather, someone who works at Zoo Atlanta studying the pandas. Apparently, my school felt she was worthy of teaching a psychology class. Know what she talked about today? If you guessed 'boring, asinine bullshit in which Tony has no interest, however remote' you are absolutely correct. What a shame; I do so enjoy animals.
And THEN I had my abnormal psychology class. The teacher, a bald grad student with a painfully red beard, discussed OCD. That is a subject very close to my heart, what with the plethora of assorted ticks and quirks that I have incorporated into my personality. It was quite interesting, and not nearly as boring as hearing some retarded bitch prattling on about bee-wolves and song birds and the nut-storing habits of Belding's ground squirrels. I did abysmally on our last test. But my mind was elsewhere that day, so I couldn't concentrate.
I was too busy thinking about you.
My last class of the day was a philosophy class called 'The Morality of War.' My teacher actually wrote the textbook that we use. ISN'T THAT TOTALLY FUCKING INSANE? He led a discussion about...umm...something or other. I don't remember. Just war theory would be my first guess, as it's all he talks about anyway.
So last night I was chilling with the Bentkowskinator at his girlfriend's apartment, under the pretense of watching the superbowl. We watched maybe ten minutes of it altogether (most of which was commercials) and spent the rest of the time alternating between Family Guy and THE PUPPY BOWL.
YES, THE PUPPY BOWL. The description on the channel guide, as I can best remember it, was as follows:
'Small puppies cavort on a play area designed to look like a football field in an alternate version of the superbowl.'
I AM DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS. THIS WAS A THREE HOUR SHOW. Three hours of watching puppies chew on toys, wrestle with each other, and drink water. The halftime show consisted of kittens playing with various lengths of string, in case you were wondering. It was only half an hour long. The entire show ran from 9 p.m. to 12 a.m. Now, my question is, WHO THE FUCK PITCHED THAT SHOW TO THE NETWORK? I can only imagine how that went. And, actually, it was the PUPPY BOWL 2, a continuation of the legacy that begun last year.
But I digress.
This entry is pretty long - way longer than I'm used to writing. If you've read this far, you might as well leave me a comment, so I at least know SOMEONE out there is getting enjoyment from my idiocy.
SEEYOULATERCHUMPS