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| sparkythefool (profile) wrote, on 9-22-2003 at 11:55pm | |
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| Oh oh, I should be working on my essay that just happens to be due tomorrow, but since I'm lame I'm not. But whatever, if you know me you know it'll get done eventually. Even if I stay up until three, but hey, that's no problem! Oh well, whatever, nevermind. Tomorrow is a minimum day, and I have nothing to do with anyone. Such is life. Not like it matters, because Tuesdays are stupid days to do things with people anyways. If you're me. Right. I don't make sense. Okay. So today I was reading another one of my really cool awesome rad sci-fi books (by Asimov, OF COURSE), and I found this..quote, I guess, that's really hilarious. And in case you happened to miss it the first time around, no, I didn't write this. Mr. Genius Issac Asimov did, and the story's called "Hostess." So, here: "Would you care for a drink?" The Hawkinsite did not answer but looked at Rose with a slight facial contortion that indicated some emotion which, unfortunately, Rose could not interpret. She said, nervously, "On Earth there is the custom of drinking liquids which have been fortified with ethyl alcohol. We find it stimulating." "Oh, yes. I am afraid, then, that I must decline. Ethyl alcohol would interfere most unpleasantly with my metabolism." "Why, so it does to the Earthmen, too, but I understand, Dr. Tholan," Drake replied. "Would you object to my drinking?" "Of course not." Drake passed close to Rose on his way to the sideboard and she caught only one word. He said, "God!" in a tightly controlled whisper, yet he managed to put seventeen exclamation points after it. Hahahahaha. If you don't think that's funny, then you have a problem. But hmm, I know I had other things to say. They'll come. Oh, right. Today was, supposedly, a soccer "party" at Lamppost. Man, did that ever go well. Except for the part where it didn't. Seriously, I got there, and no one really said hi to me..so Celia and I sat at a booth, while everyone else was at tables. We were pretty much ignored the rest of the night. I mean, sure, not like we really made an attempt to be social or anything (because talking to Celia is always more fun than talking to soccer kids), but still. I got to eat lots of pizza though, and that's always good. I would tell you about my day, and how bad but not it went (because teenagers always think they have it so bad, but it's really nothing..coughcough. no names, of course.), but this is getting long. And besides, you'd be bored. No one wants to hear about that crap. So off to work on my essay. Oh, joy! |
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| Anonymous | 09-23-03 5:06pm omg like my lyfe like totally sux it is so hard 2 like wake up and live becuz like im 2 depressed n emo n whatev becuz like i juss am so whatev
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sparkythefool | Re:, 09-23-03 8:15pm Hahaha, wow. That took me a really long time to read. Yes. Okay.
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nothing_glory | 09-24-03 1:15pm asimov is the shizzle fo rizzle yo. um... he is cool. |