So, there was karaoke (My Charona [passable to good], Addicted to Love [spotty], Round Here [what was I thinking?] I Walk the Line [perhaps my best yet, judging from crowd reaction]) a resurgence of honest-to-god tennis (with Jeff Clapp, who will be better than me very soon), a sweeping poker victory, and a trip to Florida since I noodled around on here last. Apart from that, I have been fretting over not doing work I should be doing for school and partly shirking my duties in the creation of certain super-secret databases. Those of you who know me well may have translated "fretting over not doing work I should be doing for school" as "re-reading the Wheel of Time series." If you are one of those, kudos. If not, see translation provided above.
Warning: The following may be too nerdful for some to abide. It also may or may not be part of a years long conversation with one Kendall Jackson and, as such, of varying interest for those of you who just don't give a damn. In fact, just skip the next paragraph.
By the way, K, reading book ten is not nearly so painful as I had imagined. Now, before you do that little chortle-scoff-laugh thing and say something you'll regret, just think of it as a really long prologue to "Knife of Dreams." Really long. And mostly worthless. But still, if you can do that...if you can't, well...really the stuff you needed to get out of 10 is there in 11 as exposition in the...you guessed it!...prologue.
Do do doo. Oh! Hey. Sorry. Didn't mean to zone out there. What else? Right. I woke up with a Britney Spears best-of medley in my head. World Jellyfish populations are on the rise. Some of you might reflect that that would present a disturbing proof of industrial over fishing. Some of you might reflect that that would present disturbing portents of an event to come: The Stinging.
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when I was in nags head a month ago there were little jellyfish all over the beach! They were about the diameter of, say, a can of tuna or chicken, and there were literally hundreds.
and I didn't see this--but others did. a girl picked two of them up off the ground and put them in her bikini top. perhaps another event to come: the use of jellyfish for boobjobs. yick.
I don't regret the things I say. I regret the things I don't do.
Right now, I'm regretting that I purchased instead of stole that book before I recycled it.
Oh, man. I didn't like 10 very much.
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