Una Noche de Preguntas

1. Is unfunny a word?
2. ROFL? Rolling on the floor laughing?
3. Why did it take me so long to figure out this title in Spanish? Has it really been that long?
4. Why do some teachers make their students post "response paragraphs" on blackboard?
5. If you could be smarter, more attractive, or more athletic, which would you choose?
6. Why was Lenoir so crowded tonight?
7. Isn't finals week awesome because we don't have to go to class?
8. It's too difficult to put things in question form?
9. Why is our room so incredibly cold? Anyone have ideas on how to fix it?
10. Goodnight? Goodnight moon?

So... many... unfunny jokes...

Friends,
Hope everyone sufficiently engorged themselves this Thanksgiving, now get on a treadmill you lardface! JK lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ROFL

The other night I was unfortunately accosted by a man of non-descript race. He misguidingly concluded I was an athlete. I rightly concluded he must have been homeless. With a knife. I then received the impression that this might be a negative stereotype - albeit a correct one.

I have no clue what else to write. I am out of ideas.

Kisses. XOXO

So...many...leaves...

Happy day before Thanksgiving! It's been a while since I've written anything on here (Catherine is a lot more efficient than I am...) so I thought I'd give it a shot. And there is no time like the present, especially when you have a huge research paper to write.

My question is this: why on earth is it going to be 71 degrees tomorrow? It's November. In Virginia. NORTHERN Virginia. Maybe I can get a tan while eating turkey? I don't know. It will, however, be much colder the next morning, when I will be up at 4am to go shopping. We don't really buy all that much, but it's amazingly entertaining to watch people fight each other for really cheap stuff. Ah, holidays.

Oh--I got free coffee at Wawa yesterday on my drive home. What's a Wawa? Only the coolest gas station ever. In fact, you should probably drive to Virginia just to go to one. Trust me. And if you're there from 4-7pm, apparently you get free coffee.

Alright, time for me to go write about anti-Semitism and try and figure out why the Holocaust wasn't enough to stop it.

It really is good to be home. Happy turkey eating...

Some fool tried to tickle the workers at Cosmic.

I may be going to Charlotte. Essentially, someone wants us to drive 143 miles to dine at, not one but, TWO Peruvian eating establishments. If it's anything like our magical experience with Pollo Rico then the night will end with evil Mexican glares, no food, and me ice skating through six different emotions in the span of eighteen seconds.

Also, Jonathan has cultivated a peculiar fixation with Chesterton, the Davis Library velociraptor. If you'd like to visit him he resides on the South wall of Davis, closest to the Student Union. I'm sure he'd appreciate a friendly wave or casual hello. There's another dinosaur around the corner named Lou. Jonathan doesn't like him as much.

Parade was wonderful, thanks for asking. I'm glad you all came to hear me in it. Sike. You bitches.

I have paper towels right here in my room. You don't need to leave.

Also, I have a Brilliant Idea. Captial B. Captial I. Let's all just buy one-way tickets to some far-off destination, quit school, NOT take our Media Ethic exams, and live for yet-to-be-determined amount of years. J. Clem will go to South America, Miguel leave for New Zealand, Korean will go to Scotland, and I'll go... somewhere. Brussels maybe?

Alright. That is all for tonight. I love you all. Sorta.