I'm Snowboarding this Year if it Kills Me.
Oh my goodness. I am so tired and I still haven't gone snowboarding yet. I hate real life. If I don't get into grad school I am going to drive off a cliff. Actually, instead of that I'll just go snowboarding and take a really huge jump that I cannot handle and then I'll see where it goes from there. If, someday, I am horribly injured doing something, I would prefer that something to be snowboarding or else "getting beat up after heckling a major sports star."
That reminds me. Traever, if you ever read this, I still want to see the video of your brother crashing or whatever on that bike.
I haven't seen Leslie in a long time. I wonder if she is up to no good. I am up to "working" when really I should be getting into trouble and Leslie should be getting me out of it.
I haven't done anything interesting because I work in an office now and I file things and get yelled at by rich people. It is so weird. These people have so much money but they worry about it more than anyone else I have ever come into contact with. I just ended that sentence with a preposition, which is inappropriate, but I don't care.
Also, I can kind of speak Old Norse. Did you know that? Listen to this: Konungrinn ser ulf. Konungrinn tekr brandinn. Hann vegr ulfinn. But really, that's nothing to be proud of because no one speaks Old Norse anymore. No one even knows how it is really pronounced.
I am so excited to be done with work. I think I am going to go to the mall or else Barnes and Noble. That is how I reward myself, I go buy books. I got this pirate book for Christmas and it is so cool. There is a skeleton head on the front of it and it has a shiny fake ruby in it's eye! It is so great, you have no idea. Do you know what grog is? Because I do and in my pirate book there is even a recipe that tells you how to make it.
I am so hungry. I think I want pizza now. I might go get some because the oven at my apartment started on fire when I was alone with it and I am still a little afraid to use it. I have decided: I am going to go get pizza because, and I can't believe I'm saying this, I might be slightly tired of Taco Bell. I had Taco Bell for like eight days in a row. But I'm never really tired of Taco Bell. That will never happen.
That reminds me. Traever, if you ever read this, I still want to see the video of your brother crashing or whatever on that bike.
I haven't seen Leslie in a long time. I wonder if she is up to no good. I am up to "working" when really I should be getting into trouble and Leslie should be getting me out of it.
I haven't done anything interesting because I work in an office now and I file things and get yelled at by rich people. It is so weird. These people have so much money but they worry about it more than anyone else I have ever come into contact with. I just ended that sentence with a preposition, which is inappropriate, but I don't care.
Also, I can kind of speak Old Norse. Did you know that? Listen to this: Konungrinn ser ulf. Konungrinn tekr brandinn. Hann vegr ulfinn. But really, that's nothing to be proud of because no one speaks Old Norse anymore. No one even knows how it is really pronounced.
I am so excited to be done with work. I think I am going to go to the mall or else Barnes and Noble. That is how I reward myself, I go buy books. I got this pirate book for Christmas and it is so cool. There is a skeleton head on the front of it and it has a shiny fake ruby in it's eye! It is so great, you have no idea. Do you know what grog is? Because I do and in my pirate book there is even a recipe that tells you how to make it.
I am so hungry. I think I want pizza now. I might go get some because the oven at my apartment started on fire when I was alone with it and I am still a little afraid to use it. I have decided: I am going to go get pizza because, and I can't believe I'm saying this, I might be slightly tired of Taco Bell. I had Taco Bell for like eight days in a row. But I'm never really tired of Taco Bell. That will never happen.
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