The NLCS and ALCS always get in the way of my stories. 90210 and Futurama are being pre-empted. I hate that. And last night, due to “pre-game coverage,” Jeopardy was not on. I thought I was going to kill someone. Tonight, however, I have to write a narrative of a pilgrimage that I have taken recently. It’s going to suck. Also, I have to work on a project for Justice. Oh well.
Well, this is the last day of my weekend. I didn’t do much of anything the past two days, but they were days off. And when I take a day off, I take it off from everything. That’s I think everyone should do. I believe in the perpetual Sabbath. I know that sounds sacrilegious, so I am just kidding.
I’m surprised, even at myself…
Once upon a time, and a galaxy far, far away, there lived a tiny little statue. His name, you ask? Well, it was Fritz Vladimir Sprocket. His parents named him a family name, but he typically went by a little nickname he made for himself- “Stony.” He stood in perpetual inanimation. Solid as a statue, no doubt. His parents fearful of a revolution on their home planet, Krypton, sent this little boy to Earth to seek refuge. Little did they know, they were sending their only dog to a watery grave. (Kryptonians called their offspring dogs. Strangely enough, their ‘dogs’ didn’t get Gravy Train.)
In PE, we’re bowling, and we have essentially finished the unit, so there is nothing left to do. Today we played “team bowling.” It was dodgeball with pins involved somehow. It was kind of fun. Then in English we watched a student project, the “Beowulf Project.” It sucked.
Sorry about not updating. I have been busy, and not much has happened. Dave Matthews is on tonight, and I am stoked to see my boy perform. The end. I’m off the heezy. Keep it real. Live it live.