My room smells sort of funky right now. Last time this happened, it turned out it was because I left my running shoes in my room and left the door closed. I keep those in the garage now, so my current theory is that something died under the cluttered junk that mom thinks I need for college. I estimate I have some 25Kg of unnessecary material that mother has just put in my room. I don't understand it. She also compiled a rediculous first aid kit for me, which is more like a portable medicine cabinet. I wish she'd just spent all the extra money on Pens.
Meanwhile, I've realized that all of my other friends from high school are staying in state and will see each other on weekends and on sick days. Over the course of the school year, I have three breaks to come home for. I will never see this people again. Which is just as well, because I think they were plotting to kill me.
I also won't see them next summer, because I'll be in New York working for Aunt Toni. I'm hopeful that, over the months I'll be there, I'll figure out an excuse to go to the new London office. So far, all I've got is that I can go be a translator, because I speak the language. It might work. But I'll keep thinking, in case that plan fails for some reason...
Meanwhile, I've realized that all of my other friends from high school are staying in state and will see each other on weekends and on sick days. Over the course of the school year, I have three breaks to come home for. I will never see this people again. Which is just as well, because I think they were plotting to kill me.
I also won't see them next summer, because I'll be in New York working for Aunt Toni. I'm hopeful that, over the months I'll be there, I'll figure out an excuse to go to the new London office. So far, all I've got is that I can go be a translator, because I speak the language. It might work. But I'll keep thinking, in case that plan fails for some reason...
posted by Joseph Savage | 9:42 PM
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I don't know about the translator Joey, you seem to have a very tenuous grip on the language. Very example, how do you spell tenuous? If you don't know, they might see through your transparent intentions. I would try brushing up on your fish and chips making skills and convince them that you're going to expand the company's corporate image by opening a small fish and chips shop named "Joey's Colossal Fish and Chips Extravaganza." Ahem, and yes that took some thinking to come up with.
Also, you caught the very reason that I wanted the Natasha Bedingfield CD, the Unwritten song. I was falsely under the impression that it was a new CD that she just came out with, but was shattered when I read that the I Love You, I Love You, I Love You song was on it. Even someone as hip as me knows that song has been out for a suspiciously long time AND was not written by the person that it ought to have been written by--namely Nelly Furtado.
Anyways, good luck hauling out all of that college stuff. We almost convinced her to buy you a random little chair that had wheels and could be flattened so as to not take up space in your dorm, but she decided to get you 25kg of other useless stuff. You can't say we didn't try. :)
Well I'm glad you're going to keep up your blog in Kansas. You will make so many friends there that you won't have to much time to update stuff. College is great--and I've heard it's even better when there's nothing else to do because you "make your own fun"--which could mean exploding bottles of diet coke, or having beatnik parties and snapping after bad poetry. (It's also easier to get in trouble with the local fuzz as well, but I'm sure we don't have to worry about you too much. John, Tony...probably we would). :)
Well anyways, I've wasted enough of your blogging commentator time. Have a great time, and I would recommend febreeze in case the thing that died doesn't resurrect. (oh and in case it wasn't obvious...this was the new savage)
Hi Joey,
Thanks for your reply--your comments always make both of us laugh and usually get me thinking as well (although this time, I must admit, most of my thinking was along the lines of, "snipering and rifles huh..."). You should know that I have quite a bit of knowledge about snipers since we had a famous one (actually I think it ended up being two people, the original sniper and his protege) in Maryland. So if you need any tips, well, I can't really give you any, but my state could.
Oh, and before I forget, John managed to hit the car of a lady who was backing her car out at the same time. I am proud to announce that our car won. Aka, no damage to our car, but a scratch on hers. Since neither one of us could say whose fault it was, we both just drove away, vowing not to back-up our cars ever again.
Also, I'm glad to hear that I have a twin that looks nothing like me. She's probably the girl that has taken all of the good gmail account names before me. Jerk. And forgive my ignorance, but what exactly is a facebook? Do tell. Maybe I have one but call it something different, like a sketchbook or a police line-up.
As for making friends at KSU, I think you're actually going to be surprised at how many more friends you'll probably end up making instead of your other buds who already know people. See the good thing about leaving high school is leaving the high school people and cliques behind. All of the sudden the people that were so hard-core uncool in high school are the people you're dying to be in the same study group with and have the cutest girlfriends/boyfriends. It is the great equalizer. If you went to a college where you already knew people, it wouldn't force you to talk to other people and really get to know other people, so you would just end up with the same lame friends and no new adventures. Trust me, there will be tons of other kids like you who know no one. How do I know? Because even though I went to BYU, land of Mormania, I didn't know anyone either. Some of the best friends I have were people I randomly met "at home, at work, at play" to quote a wise song.
As for the 18 credit hours, I sincerely do hope that you drop a large portion of those and get closer to 13-15 range, because I did the 18 hour thing for my first two years because I thought everyone did that (okay, so you're really getting an idea of my dorkiness) and I was a little stressed (of course, I worked all through college, so if you don't have to have a job, then maybe it won't matter). Anywho, I'm glad to hear you're probably going to take less.
Well keep us updated on your pre-college jitters or anything else interesting. As for us, well today was spent stewing over the fact that our car broke down and it turns out that it probably broke down because the last time the blokes fixed it, they messed it up. I just don't understand how people who barely graduated high school can't figure out my car... :)
Stump,
Do tell about that one time when your birthday party was that guy who took you & your little friends around on some kind of 'adventure'.
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