Random Thoughts, Part 3

Its time again for some more random thoughts on the whys of life, secrets of life, the universe, and everything, and other stuff...be afraid, be very afraid.

So there is a poodle on my wall. Well, not actually a poodle, more of a picture of a poodle named Fifi. Its been there for a couple of weeks now, actually. There used to be more, but the others were easier to get to than this one, so I took them down. I'm not really sure what the poodle is for, other than it is used at the Delta Zeta sororiety. I'm not really sure if I can tell you that, because there are so many things that they do (or rather, can't do, they have a lot of laws and rules and stuff that they have to follow, its crazy). Oh well, if a bunch of sororiety girls show up on my front porch that will mean two things, a) people actually do read this, which is good, and b) I will probably be beaten severely and maybe even killed, which is a good thing and a bad thing. Actually, its just a bad thing cause dieing isn't too much fun, or so I've heard.

Who knew mud could cause so much anger and other bad things. It has caused wars (luckily I was able to avoid one last night, but it was close) and famines and many men have been killed by angry women for tracking it in to houses and other places that it is hard to clean up at there on carpetlike stuff and dog hair. If you understood the last part of that then kudos to you. Does anyone know how to spell kudos? It could be kudos, or koodos, or kudoes, or kuudoes, or kuudos, or many other different ways. It has always perplexed me.

Firing people is not easy. Especially when you don't tell them that they are fired. Me and John, the guy I work with, have been meaning to fire...wait, lets call that guy John1...we have been meaning to fire this other guy, we will call him Frank2, we have been meaning to fire him for a few weeks now. Don't get me wrong, he deserves to be let go, cause he is a waste of money and time and air and brain waves. Its just that we really don't feel like calling him and telling him. He doesn't always get what we tell him. That and we sit by him in Engineering design, and so if we piss him off we will have to hear about it for the rest of the semester. And if we have more classes with him, then we will have to listen to his griping and complaining then too. Plus he might go to our professor and complain to him about it, and that would just not be cool in the most uncool way possible. So yeah, we need to take care of that.

So Sean is standing in my room eating a hamburger (oh, I'm sorry, a spicy chicken sandwhich) saying "you like them bitches huh, dont ya, you like them bitches...". He has problems. Thats about it.

So I can tell the future now. I woke up this morning and for some reason I thought, "I bet Mary is gonna be in my American Lit class." Then I thought "Na, I'll probably just see her on my way there, cause I usually do." So I walked into Amer. Lit and who is the first person I see but Mary. It was kinda weird and neither of us really wanted to talk to each other cause we were pissed at each other for reasons which will go unsaid. And some emails which will not be read.

I'm still waiting for someone to find out how to talk to people long distance. Without phones. Just talk. It would make it so much easier. Cause phones are expensive and they break and they cause cancer in your head. All those things are bad. So if someone comes up with a good way to talk long distance, let me know. I will gladly use it for free.

I'm thinking God is trying to send us a message. He doesn't like New Orleans, and he hates Florida. He is sending hurricane after hurricane to them. You would think people would get wise and quit trying to rebuild Florida. They rebuild, He sends another hurricane, destroys everything, they rebuild, He sends hurricane, the process will go on forever. Get the hint people. Florida sucks and God doesn't want you there. And New Orleans is old and a bowl and needs to be a big lake. Or something. I'm not really sure what He has against New Orleans. I'm sure He has a good reason though.

Welp, I'm out of thoughts, so I'm gonna go waste brain cells on TV. Church out.