Mood:
vegas luckyI've been thinking--I guess I need to get "deeper" in my blogs. No more talking about the merits of Trailer Park Boys, or pondering the acting skills of one Chuck Norris. No, I need to make a difference in the lives of the two people who happen upon this superfluous project. In the words of Montaigne, "I'm a French snooty aristocrat, of whose musings everyone through posterity will want to know and analyze and savor." (all in Frenchese, of course)
So, hmm, let me think of something cool and deep. Okay, remember that time when Homer gained a whole bunch of weight to collect disability--no, no, that can't go anywhere NEAR deep. Alright, so this kid in my english class showed me how to set fire to my hand with Aquanet and a lighter. (hey kids, don't try this--unless you plan on having a parole officer in the near future). Anyways, so I look over at him during a lecture, and he's got flames shooting off of his palm. I couldn't believe he thought of it before me! the nerve.
Fine, so I didn't come up with any life-changing advice for the would-be reader of this blog. This is my life--I'm not some pretentious quasi-radical hipster who thinks everyone and his mother should don sackcloth and follow my lead.
That's for church.
