STOP PROCRASTINATING
a.k.a. Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey

No. 405 -- too appropriate
When I went for my first job interview, I guess I was pretty confident, because I told the guy who was interviewing me he was fired. I didn't get the job, but that isn't what bothered me. What bothered me was I found out a few months later that that guy was still working there. Hey, man, I fired you!

No. 395
I remember one night I was walking past Mom and Dad's room when I heard them talking about how they might not have enough money to pay their bills that month. I knew what I had to do. I went and got my piggy bank and buried it in the backyard, where they couldn't get their mitts on it.

No. 206
If you want to sue somebody, just get a little plastic skeleton and lay it in their yard. Then tell them their ants ate your baby.

No. 149
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven and pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, ummmm, boy.

No. 424
I'll never forget the time I got caught stealing watermelons from old Mr. Barnslow's watermelon patch. I was with my friend Bobby. We were giggling so hard I thought I'd wet my pants! At first we tried to steal two watermelons each, but they were too heavy and we dropped them, and that made us laugh even harder. Finally, we each picked out a good one, and we were just about to sneak back through the fence when we heard a low, deep voice behind us. "Just where do you think you're going with those watermelons?" I gulped and turned around. It was old Mr. Barnslow, pointing his shotgun at us. Bobby dropped his watermelon, then pulled out the .38 revolver he kept in his waist, turned, and fired. But the turning must have thrown off his aim, because the shot only hit Mr. Barnslow in the thigh. Mr. Barnslow immediately fired both barrels at Bobby. One blast of buckshot missed entirely, but the other tore into Bobby's shoulder. He tried to fire back, but his shoulder was so torn up he couldn't raise his arm. Just as he was trying to switch to his left hand, Mr. Barnslow ran up and cracked him across the face with the butt of his shotgun. Bobby fell to the ground in a heap. Mr. Barnslow raised the butt of his gun to finish him off, but just then Bobby pulled out his hunting knife and plunged it into the farmer's big white belly. After that, I don't think I stole watermelons for at least a year.

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The New Pledge
(Care of the creator of the Simpsons):

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Against Anything Un-American, and to the Republicans for which it stands, two nations, under Jesus, rich against poor, with curtailed liberty and justice for all, except blacks, homosexuals, women who want abortions, Communists, welfare queens, treehuggers, feminazis, illegal immigrants, children of illegal immigrants and you if you don't watch your step.

new internship opportunity -

Student's Guide to Colleges

Some people appreciate me... Awhaw...

Settin' em up, knockin' em down...

So, things are working out a little better for now. I can finally replace the rampage as the newest blog.

Accomplished:
19 pages written last night
Got wicked drunk on Friday and scandalized TL. There is officially no chance of ever snatchin' that.
Had straight boys in my room -- change of pace, fo sho. Probably coulda snatched, but it's for the best that I didn't
Copied On Tap Spring Show tapes. I am officially irresponsible until Fall 2003.
Drank rum & coke from an open container in front of a security guard.
Got storage for the summer.
Watched Mr. Personality -- SO GOOD, seriously. Will is my man, though Peyton showed his cuteness at the end.
Campus Editorial interview

To be completed:
Social Psych final (6 pgs.)
HI 105 final (studyin' like the dickens)
Shakespeare final (self-scheduled, need to read at least 4 plays between now and then)
Gay final (who knows when?!)
PACK!
Watch American Idol Tuesday & Wednesday (of vital importance).

Career Options:
Details (consolation prize for getting screwed by WWD) - not holding my breath
Village Voice (still in the running) - not holding my breath
Lightyear Entertainment (independent music label, publicity, Midd alumnus) - sure bet

So, I wouldn't exactly say it's smooth sailing from here on out, but having those 20 pgs. behind me is a burden removed like you wouldn't believe.

One week from tonight I'll be home with my girls -- missing my other girls desperately.
Two weeks from tonight I'll be in NYC with la mia mamma and friends.
One month from now I'll be on the job (whatever that may be) in NYC.

Lick me -- all of you...