A devious idea (that probably will never be implemented)

Lulu’s fur is so soft and cuddly. I sort of want to shave her, make her fur into yarn, and knit me some gloves. After all, black is always in style. Puahahaha!

I’m not really surprised.

I wish I knew French.

“J’espere” by Marc Lavoine and Quynh Anh

Yep.

Barack Obama will be the new president.  How do I feel about that?  Ambivalent.  I guess anyone’s better than Bush at this point, right?

big ambitions… may be deterred by laziness

Instead of completing the assignment that was due today, reading the book for my assignment due Wednesday, or studying for my test on Wednesday, I am going to write this blog entry.  Why?  Because I can.

I made the decision a couple of days ago that I am not going to pretend that I’ll be satisfied with going to schools like University of Arizona for a joint graduate degree program.  It’s either Johns Hopkins, Dartmouth, UPenn, Columbia, Princeton, Cornell, Duke, MIT, those other two that we all know or BUST.  If I can’t get into any of these schools, I will become a real estate agent or open up a meth lab (whichever is quicker).

Stupid would be an understatement.

I was watching Anderson Cooper 360 today, and there was some report about how some black people were tricked in 2004.  Some people told these gullible, dumb jackasses that if they voted in the primaries, they didn’t have to vote in the presidential election because their vote would naturally be carried over.  Okay, I don’t care what the hell color they are, but if they believed that, they shouldn’t be allowed to vote anyways because they’re obviously mentally retarded.  Yes, I said it.

My neighbor’s kids are little shits.

To avoid actually interacting with the two groups of kids that come by my neighborhood every year, I decided to try something new.  I had the brilliant idea of putting a bowl of candy on a stool outside my door.  What I didn’t take into account is how fucking greedy those little assholes are.  The little terrors my neighbors call children came by and took the entire bowl!  I replaced the candy in the bowl, and the next group of kids took it all again.  So guess what?  No more candy for you, you little shits.  Next year I am lacing the candy with laxatives.