Better late than never. Better with butter than... no butter.

This was supposed to be posted last Thursday. 

Oh well, I forgive you.

This toast was supposed to have butter on it. 

YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN.

I was going to say that it has jam on it instead. 

!!!!! (<- five) YOU ARE SO FORGIVEN.

Do you know about the equation y=-13x+10? Well, not only does it look sweet in Georgia font, my favorite font, but It is actually an equation that I know all about. I know the most important thing that there is to know about it, and that is that it has nothing to do with anything, and it is just a random equation written in slope-intercept form with the first numbers that came into my head. GASP, especially for air.

Oh, here comes a freshman, one which I have nicknamed ‘Skylar Stingray Douglas Gilbert’. Heh. Heh heh.

So Jeremiah brought his skateboard to the dorm because there is a skate park not too far from school, so he goes there at least once a week. If not once, then zero times. He is pretty good, but compared to me, he’s amazing. Compared to Tony Alva or someone else, he’s terrible, like me. He has been teaching me how to Ollie, which is what plain jumping is called in skate board terms. I have been trying for years, but with his help, I finally got it last night. Next week I may bring my skateboard to the dorm from school. But of coarse, I will not use in IN the dorm… Heh heh…

In other related Jeremiah news, he is in a band back in Germany, and I want to help him get noticed by mentioning him in here. His band name is NotAufNahme, which in German means something like Emergency Room I think. His six songs are on Youtube, you can watch them HERE.

In five minutes, I am going to go watch an episode on Psych, a really funny crime show, because Krieger ahs season 3 on DVD.

Four minutes.

Two Sundays ago, I tied a blue ribbon from a balloon to my wrist, and I haven’t taken it off once yet.

Three minutes.

I plan on keeping it on for a very long time. One of my friends also has a blue ribbon for her keys, but

Two minutes.

Hers is nicer, and she tells me that every time she sees me. Her ribbon is cloth, maybe silk! Mine is plastic. Wah…

One minute!

Psych!

The toast poster

Here is my recreation of the toast poster. The original was better,because it was real.

TOASTNIGHT.

Assignment for 9/30, Thurs. Finish Etymology Worksheet.

Yes’m, I did yell the entire last half of the previous blog, and Yes’m, I did lose my voice afterwards. I like the word afterwards. It’s very nice and warm.

I’m crazy again, but today more than usual. Krieger said I’m the craziest I’ve ever been.

I had coffee. The coffee machine that gives you a nicely sized cup for decimal point three five dollars, or thirty five cents, was fixed today. Ever since I realized it had thirty five cent coffee it’s been broken. It’s fixed now. I had coffee. That’s not all the reason I’m crazy though, because sometimes when I feel like being crazy, I can be.

We were fanning at the volleyball game twenty minutes ago, and I invented a time out dance, which I do during half time. It’s a good dance. I was cheering obnoxiously and the fans from the other team were looking at me, but I just smiled at them. 

I had to take the toast poster down today, because the normal piece of bread which we purposely incorrectly called toast (because toast is better) got so hard that some people actually believed it WAS toast. I’m gonna hang it in my room, with a printed off color picture of toast taped where the real toast used to be. Maybe I can hang it back up in the hallway then… Hmm…

I think that’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time. I just did it, and it looks awesome. 

So… How’s it going? With your life?

I am writing a poem. I will tell you another new line every time I do a blog. Here’s the first line.

“Hey diddle diddle, Hug Jon in the middle.”

This ‘Jon’ I referred to hates to be hugged in the middle of his torso, so naturally we do it all the time. He hates that too.

A toddler owes me $400. The toddler of the tutor was being looked after by some girls, and they had to do something, so I had to entertain him. I looked him in the eye and said;

“When you get older, you will get a job and you will have money. For no reason at all, could you find me when that happens and give me some? I might need it.”

He looked at me silently, but said nothing, for he is not old enough to talk.

“How about $1,000”

He shook his head no.

“$600?”

No again.

“$400?”

Then, he nodded his head, and we shook hands, and then the girls came back, so I left. I’m good with kids.

Question of the blog (I don’t always blog every day y’know). If you could jump into a pool full of everything, what would it be? Tell me in the comments.

TOASTNIGHT.