Suppression of the conscience
There are few things in this world that rile me up like absolute wonderment. People stare stupidly at the strangest things in wonder and I find it irritating. Me, I'm never amazed by anything. I say I am, but I'm lying.
I spent today at the comic book shop with my students. They were bored silly. Doesn't matter though, it is an important aspect of american culture and I think they need to know all they can about things like this. Whooop.
My best friend is moving home from ****. He's been gone for something like 2 years. It'll be cool to see him again.
I've started drawing really cool things.
Chubby bunny.
I need to eat something and soon. how soon? Now. Goodbye.
I spent today at the comic book shop with my students. They were bored silly. Doesn't matter though, it is an important aspect of american culture and I think they need to know all they can about things like this. Whooop.
My best friend is moving home from ****. He's been gone for something like 2 years. It'll be cool to see him again.
I've started drawing really cool things.
Chubby bunny.
I need to eat something and soon. how soon? Now. Goodbye.
I happen to know that at one point or another, I have completely flabbergasted you. It would be a shame to think that I may have, in said process, broken your "amazement" reflex; I won't give myself that much credit.
I've been reading "Eats, shoots and leaves" and now I'm indelibly conscious of my punctuation. Sadly, I still have no idea whether or not my previous semicolon was properly placed. The author, Lynne Truss, consistently mentions errors found on greengrocers' signs. I may have to become a greengrocer; I envy anyone who doesn't worry about grammatical trifles. Really.
*fear my wry humor (refers to doublepost doublecomment, for those following along at home)*
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bava |
4:36 PM