I'm publishing a book. Sort of. Mi amiga Mackayla and I are putting together a book of the essays our writing class wrote (Sponsored by the following corporations: BYU Honors Program). Our teacher like our essays and so she let us do this project. I have yet to publish a book in my life before so if anyone has any good helpful hints on how to design things let me know. Should be a fun project.
Today it snowed. I laughed on the inside (and the outside) about the the poor Californians who will soon freeze to death. I'm sure the hospitalization rate just jumped dramatically. Poor saps. Also I have no idea what to be for Halloween. It's killing me.
Every once in a while I'll over read someone's deeply personal text or note because they like to look at those things in class. A funny text that other day was To: Sarah (call don't text) "We need to have a talk. Not like a friend talk but like the talk". I guess one is its bad enough that Sarah is getting texted and not called, and two that they're having a talk. I wonder what she did....
My math professor, who insists we call him Coach, has a very particular expertise that he researches as a professor. Soap bubbles. Yes, he spends his spare time analyzing the mathematics of soap bubbles. Thats honestly what he does with his life. Yet he still wonders why no one wants to be a math major....
There's a daycare place I pass on the way to class. One day there were 6 of the exact same minivans all in a row. It was epic. There's also a suburban that has a sticker and a license plate that says "Twilight" so I figure the only person who could get a Utah plate saying "Twilight" and not "Tw1light" or "Twlght" is Stephanie Meyer. It's gotta be her....
Yesterday I opened up someone's combination-lock mailbox by guessing. I don't know the probability of doing that but it's really really big. Suck that universe.
I'm pretty sure there is a secret dungeon/catacomb beneath the cannon. There are lots of hidden entryways into underground passageways of concrete. One of them, if you look just right, late at night, there's a light barely glowing far away. It's probably where they do sacrifices.
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The same car we used to have. I miss that piece of crap
It was all an innocent hydrogen filled balloon fight until someone decided to light up. Also the only reason I stay awake in PS100
