Oh Well, This Post Was Pretty Good Anyway.

Oh, hey.
I was sitting in class reading this afternoon, waiting for the teacher to show up, when I looked up and realized that everyone else had left. My thoughts were immediately bent on the possibility that the rapture had happened. Then I thought, no, it must have been a reverse rapture, because the people in my class aren't very nice. Then I was briefly disgusted with myself for condemning them so. Then I laughed a little at my sitch. Then I left the class and wandered about for a while, eating Fruitios as I went. This one time I only got four Fruitios in the package. Can you believe that? Only four! When I open a package of Fruitios, I expect, nay demand, at least seven. And most of them should be the pink or reddish kind. The four I pulled out of the package under review were all the stupid clearish-yellowish ones. Unbe-freakin-lievable. Oh Brach's, how you torture me so. Oh well, Fruitios are pretty good anyway.

Today my foot hurts. It hurt yesterday as well, and I don't really know why. It feels like there are some bones on the left side of my left foot that are caught on each other and they just need to slip or crack back into place. It kinda kills. So, I've been punching it and stepping on it in hopes of making it better. Alas, no such luck. Oh well, my left foot is pretty good anyway.

When I think about my upcoming Political Ideologies class, one thing comes to mind: pejorative. The people in that class throw that word around like it's going out of style. To be honest, I didn't even know what it meant when I first heard it, but I liked the way it sounded. Now that I know what it means, I just think that the people in that class are losers. Oh well, the people in that class are pretty good anyway.

I have so many friends at the University. I can't go anywhere without someone shouting, "Hey Daytona, you rule, man!", or "Yo, Tones, s'happenin' bro?", or, "Daytona, I'm one of your many friends at the University!" Pretty good to be me, right now. I'm stopped every few feet as I walk from class to class by hoardes of adoring friends and fans. Sometimes I'm forced to miss classes because I simply can't push my way through the sea of buds and pals that congregate around me. Oh well, popularity is pretty good anyway.

What does everybody think about Windows? I am often persuaded to believe that it sucks. I suppose this has to do with my having been brainwashed by Apple. Apple is worthy of all praise. Uh oh. That's not good. Could you overlook my hereticalilty? That's a word I just invented. But will it stick? Only Apple knows... Oh well, Windows is pretty good anyway.

Comics rule, here's one:
































I should go. BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT, DIDN'T YOU, APPLE?