So I was walking down the street the other day and I was like "hey! it's a post!"

And it was like "yeah, but you've got nothing to say."

And I was like, "by it do you mean the post or the street?"

And it just gazed longingly into the night sky. Day sky. I said day before, so yeah, day.

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And Ben was like "so... you guys were hiding in our basement all that time?"
And we were like "well, we didn't realize you had gone upstairs, but yeah."
And Ben said "But we know you guys."
And then we said "Well, yeah... but..."
And Ben said "Guys, thats weird."

Kevin and I saw a shooting star while walking back from the diner. In the city you're lucky if you can see stars. A shooting star is kinda outlandish ( Read more... )

You know what's crazy? That in urls, you always put a tilde before an account name... but in fomal logic, tilde means not... so isn't it all then kind of like magritte's distinction between a pipe and a representation of a pipe. This is not legrandempereur... Ha ( Read more... )

I know I've been posting too frequently... but I figure I might as well do something as long as I'm sitting in front of my computer ( Read more... )

John and Kevin came over for trick or treating, which was a lot of fun. It wasn't a huge group, but I realized I was happier with it being that way. I became bored with the boy scout scheme... it wasn't nearly novel (read: stupid) enough for me. So I thought of something better (how better? Soooo better). But I thught of it while talking to my mom ( Read more... )

Ugh... I had another fight with my parents/mom. My mom provokes me until it's unbearable, then acts like there's something wrong with me for reacting. I think my dad's beginning to understand now... ugh... So I went to the redskins game with my brother who proceeded to tell me all about his/his friends' sexual escapades... which made me feel like ( Read more... )

I'm not sure why, but I decided to run Bull Run on a whim. It was the usual... you know... the unbearable tenseness after 1/3 of the race. So out of frustration, superficiality, self-destructiveness, and practicality, I took of my shoes. But as usual, it was sort of lonely. I hate how all I can do now is reminisce about the "good old days." It ( Read more... )

Tonight, I had dinner with my brother, an 8th grader, then failed at seeimg a movie with andrew and several freshmen, so I wound up crashing (read: with permission) a sophmore "party" at the kid's house. This was all within the space of three hours ( Read more... )