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sir, yes sir 3-22-'o1: 12:18am well well. about two hours before i embark on my journey to the happiest place on earth. sweet mother of god that sounded cheesy. i'm tired, though, we'll let it slide. only a few entertaining things have happened in the last few days. on monday, after my lesson, matt comes breezing in all of the sudden. he throws up his arms and says "hello? symphony? where is everybody?" i point to the clock, which reads about 4:40pm. "hello? symphony is at 5:30." he looks at the clock and proceeds to yell and jump up and down. i just laugh. saturday, when he gave me a ride home from the recording session, i commented on his clock that's an hour fast. he told me about this one time that he forgot that it was an hour fast. the irony was stunning. i love it when people you think are greater than you do really embarassing things like let out a really odious fart. it makes them seem more...real. and then, today, i was talking to lack, and all of the sudden erin calls my name from across the room. i turn and she pitches this bagel i'd put in the locker across the room. i jump to catch it, end up missing it by a mile, land on my slipper flip-flops and proceed to fall. really, i just can't seem to get enough of making myself look like a complete idiot. sir, yes sir, may i have another? i remembered another one of my neat child anecdotes the other day, but since i can't remember it i'll have to tell yet another mormon religion related one. see, i was at some big meeting thing where...they watched a movie on the big screen. it's all kinda fuzzy...i couldn't have been more than five years old. anyway, my nose was running like mad, and i kept rubbing it. finally, it got to the point where i really needed a tissue, so my mother instructed me to go to the bathroom, by myself, and get something to wipe my nose with. i knew where the bathroom was, so i headed right there, continuing to rub my nose. when i got to the bathroom, all the ladies in there looked at me in a little bit of a shocked manner. i turned to the mirror and noticed that my arms and face were covered in blood. that was one hell of a runny nose. i want to go to sleep but it's pretty useless by now. i'll just end up even more tired than i am now. i just hope i can get a little bit of a siesta on the bus...i don't want to wander disneyland like a zombie. or do i.....? ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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