Staff Week Day #1 - 1 = 0.

(so long Mr. President Bush... I don't curr what they say, you're a swell guy)

If math is for schmoozers, then I'm a schmoozer. I love math. I love other things, too... in fact, I love some things so much, I'll tell you what those things schwas.

1. Good things
2. Family
3. Friends
4. Music
5. Feeling good
6. Self-control
7. Reading
8. Books
9. Food
10. Math
11. School
12. Learning
13. Sailing
14. Helping
15. Sleeping
16. Being awake
17. Being alive
18. Gunther
19. ROFLMAO-ing
20. Going to the bathroom
21. Being alone
22. Being around people
23. Being loved
24. Working hard
25. Hardly working
26. Dessert
27. Pillows
28. Numbers
29. Swimming
30. CCV
31. Showering
32. Root Beer
33. Root Beer in a chilled Pilsner Glass
34. Chicken Patty Sandwiches
35. Kayaking to Parson's
36. Nice people
37. Not sucky people
38. Getting cultured
39. Traveling
40. Myself

That's a list of 40 things... by no means is it a Top 40 list, else there would be some Mariah Carey hits somewhere on there. I need to eat and go now...

I am....

TIRED!!! LET ME SLEEP!!! OMG!!! NBD...

Other languages et merde!

Today, Cortney found a pair of Daisy Dukes. Who had the round bouncies enough to try them on? C'est moi. Yours truly. Ich bein. Ero. Hence, les pictures. Enjoy me and Cory enjoying our time out here. Funny thing. I texted to chacha (242242) a question of nothing short of junior high quality. I asked, “Is my friend Cory gay?” They responded, “Probably… I mean his name is Cory. Not even Corey. That’s a pretty dead giveaway.” I laughed. We laughed. We all laughed and laughed. As should you laugh. It’s a funny thing. Not even a “you had to be there” kind of funny thing. Also, sorry Mom and Dad if chacha is charging me for every question I ask and they answer. If they are in fact charging me, then they lied, and we can fight it. I have the text to prove it. A’ight. Now it's flight of the concords on Monte's iBook. That's a stellar piece of machinery. I mean, macs to me are usually somewhere between Play-Doh and used hypodermic needles. They’re fun, kid-like, and smell nice, but I really only use them if I absolutely have to (go fat PC guy!). Yeeeeah. We swam today. The water is marvinlouis. We’re also starting a carbonation bet at 12:00 midnight tonight. After midnight, no more carbonation. Loft: 10; Jordan: 0. K. Done! THINKS! (and for the record, I never really use used hypodermic needles... or new ones)

On my 23rd summer...

I am officially here, my home for the next two months and three weeks. It's nice to be. You know, here. The beauty about summer is that it offers even the oldest feeling people the chance to be young and/or do young things. Yes, indeed, I am here. I'm sleeping for the time being in the OASIS, which is nothing more than a collection of expired hot boxes assembled to form what is typically known as the "girls' quarters." I assure you there is a definite lack of estrogen as Monte Miller and I hold down the fort. You probably don't even know what I'm talking about. Well, worry not. My right toenail is misshapen on account of a previous stubbing of it against my apparently well-built CRATE amp. I feel the effects of my blunder now, which is why I warn you now. Watch your toes. Also, isn't it frakin' sweet that I'm getting 6 hours of college credit for this summer's work? Thank you. Thank you for silently agreeing with me. And yes I meant to say "frakin.'" The word is far underused or never. I'm working on isolating my creativity while Im out here. I wish to focus my energies into a single direction/goal... kind of like how Ryu or Ken (hence the term "RYUKEN" which is commonly sloppily slurred into "HADUKIN" or "ORIYUKEN" or "ORAIALSKIN") would focus a sh** ton of energy into a single ball of electrically hot fury and rage and destruction. Yeah. I would use my energies to make more of a fluffle delicious ball... like a marshmallow. I was once taught how marshmallows were made. THANKS NECSL! K THX BAI!