Picture the end of the debate without any volume. Blah, blah, blah. The wives come up to their loving hubbys. I love you George you did great. I love you John, great job. Blah, blah, blah. Oh look let's say hello to the girls. Nice outfit, oh we're wearing the same thing, hahahahahahaha. Holy crap, is it me or did they sound like Kang and Kodos from the Simpsons. We're screwed either way, I'll stop with the politics, what's the saying. Religion and politics, never in mixed company, whatever.
In other news, one of the teachers said something really amusing today. We have fights, chases, swearing, things being thrown, parents, cops, teachers, melees and in the midst of it all...
"This is better than going to the circus."
It just summed it up, and was funny as hell, guess you had to be there. "It's funny because it's true."
It's Homecoming tomorrow so it's probably going to be insane. The big show at Lilly's is also tomorrow so if anyone's bored, you know where I'll be. http://www.lillysbar.com/
There's a CPD test coming up and I'm being actively recruited by the Chicago Police Department. The money and benefits are great, and I have the required hours. Some of you may not know that I actually passed the initial test a few years ago. (OMG I think it's been five) The next step was the psyche test, which I drove to, parked in front of, waited for it to start and then drove away. I guess I didn't want to be a cop for the rest of my life, and I somehow knew that if I did go through the rest of the process, that I would be.
I've always had this 'feeling' that I'm meant for something, for more. I'm still writing, but barely, and the dream's slipping away. I'm closer to thirty than twenty now and maybe it's time to put the pen down...
It's good money, it's in my blood, and as far back as I remember, I've been answering that damn question about careers with the "Law/Law Enforcement" response. Even way back in HS, when I was Pre-law at NIU, and a Criminal Justice major at Wright. It's always been the out, the so called "real" career path...
Alright I've rambled long enough, oh and what was I on last night? I think someone knows my password and is pretending to be, honest. Oh almost forgot, glad to see the llama alive and kicking.
Last but not least...WHATTHEMUTHERFUCKINGSHITHELLDAMNCRAP is wrong with the @$%#@$!SUKIN' CUBS!
Earlier I was working on this long piece about sport and its ups and downs, the rollercoaster of emotion, literally how it physically f's you up. Listening to every pitch, screaming with joy when the opposing batter is K'ed, jumping for joy when the home team goes yard. But then they lost, I got pissed, and I didn't care.
Oh, one more thing, I don't want to see another Hot Wing for a long time...the crew must have dogged about eighty of them last night...ugh.
Alright I'm out cold like Roy Jones Jr.
-GN2
In other news, one of the teachers said something really amusing today. We have fights, chases, swearing, things being thrown, parents, cops, teachers, melees and in the midst of it all...
"This is better than going to the circus."
It just summed it up, and was funny as hell, guess you had to be there. "It's funny because it's true."
It's Homecoming tomorrow so it's probably going to be insane. The big show at Lilly's is also tomorrow so if anyone's bored, you know where I'll be. http://www.lillysbar.com/
There's a CPD test coming up and I'm being actively recruited by the Chicago Police Department. The money and benefits are great, and I have the required hours. Some of you may not know that I actually passed the initial test a few years ago. (OMG I think it's been five) The next step was the psyche test, which I drove to, parked in front of, waited for it to start and then drove away. I guess I didn't want to be a cop for the rest of my life, and I somehow knew that if I did go through the rest of the process, that I would be.
I've always had this 'feeling' that I'm meant for something, for more. I'm still writing, but barely, and the dream's slipping away. I'm closer to thirty than twenty now and maybe it's time to put the pen down...
It's good money, it's in my blood, and as far back as I remember, I've been answering that damn question about careers with the "Law/Law Enforcement" response. Even way back in HS, when I was Pre-law at NIU, and a Criminal Justice major at Wright. It's always been the out, the so called "real" career path...
Alright I've rambled long enough, oh and what was I on last night? I think someone knows my password and is pretending to be, honest. Oh almost forgot, glad to see the llama alive and kicking.
Last but not least...WHATTHEMUTHERFUCKINGSHITHELLDAMNCRAP is wrong with the @$%#@$!SUKIN' CUBS!
Earlier I was working on this long piece about sport and its ups and downs, the rollercoaster of emotion, literally how it physically f's you up. Listening to every pitch, screaming with joy when the opposing batter is K'ed, jumping for joy when the home team goes yard. But then they lost, I got pissed, and I didn't care.
Oh, one more thing, I don't want to see another Hot Wing for a long time...the crew must have dogged about eighty of them last night...ugh.
Alright I'm out cold like Roy Jones Jr.
-GN2
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