Some Thoughts

I just spent four days down in Medford with my folks and my pal Spider. I made many cookies and pies and cleaned the floors, but I was too busy driving today to make with the funny.

Plus, I have a class tomorrow at 8 AM. Two weeks, four credits and I'll also be done with my science requirement. It should be annoying fun. I've decided that rather than go to bed early, I'll attend class the first day with the aid of store-brand diet cola. I am of the hope that this will somehow reset my schedule, though it is much more likely to make me start twitching and have an anxiety attack. One way or another, it will be a Learning Experience.

Anyway, here are some uncategorized things I had saved in my Notes file:

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I wish I had some gothic finger armor. That would be cool. Probably wouldn't fit, though, 'cos I got some huge fingers. Okay, I wish I had pyrokinetic powers.

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I need to put up some ads in the student union.

"PLASTIC BUGS FOR SALE."

"PLASTIC BUGS FOR SALE -- CHEAP!"

"FREE PLASTIC BUGS."

"I PAY YOU TO TAKE MY PLASTIC BUGS."

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This isn't the exact opportunity, but you need to tell someone, "Not in the face! That's how I makes my livin'!"

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I want a job where I neither have to answer the phone nor lift heavy things. Ideally I wouldn't have to talk to people who were physically present either, but that severely narrows things.

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Matie: I think what I said was "the Illuminati would be a good place to meet cute guys." You can meet guys anywhere.

Annna: I think cute is implied by "meet guys," because, indeed, you can meet the regular kind anywhere. But you didn't say cute, because we'd just been talking about Miguel Ferrer and Bill Mumy, so it was assumed.

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I want to summon a cheese elemental.

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Fred just burst in and asked me if I have any fake guns, spray paint and/or fake police badges.

A better roommate would be worried.

Anyway, I dug around and found her all three things. Maybe I should have wiped off my fingerprints.

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You get Kyle MacLachlin, and you put him in a suit, and then you've got KYLE MACLACHLIN IN A SUIT. Boy howdy! This goes for a lot of people, actually.

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I wish I were autistic. If you're autistic, they let you listen to the same record album over and over all day if you want to, and if you decide to sort a bag of beads into all the different colors and shapes it's progress and everyone's happy.

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ME: I personally would enjoy a sword cane, though.
POP: Define "enjoy."
ME: "Not stab people with it honestly."