Have you ever had something really smart to say, but when you went to say it all of a sudden you got nothing. I haven't, if I got something to say it usually comes across at least grade school level. But for me, the trouble is finding something to say. I could say, "I went to school to day, ran into Bob Dylan. I couldn't understand a thing he said." But come on that's boring. Inversely, not that this is so much better. I guess I need more interesting things to start happening to me. So I'm trying to say in a subtle sort of way.
When you all gonna send some ninja assassins after me?
Come on, what's a guy gotta do to get himself set up to get knocked down? That is what I call excitement. You come home late at night, walk into your dorm room, and somersault into a defensive roll narrowly missing the blade humming by your head. You jump up and roundhouse kick the guy putting him in a choke hold, "Who do you work for? Who sent you?" But before you can squeeze an answer out, he bites down on a fake tooth and the cyanide inside kills him instantaneously.
I mean come on that's worth blogging about.
Me: What did you do last night?
Normal Bore: Oh, I was playing World of Warcraft, my level thirty ogre found this new...
Me:(interrupting) Silence yourself and your inane babble, your existence is futile and drab, I successfully fought off a ninja assassination attempt, you life next to that is banal.
This way I could keep the excitement going because that same normal bore actually turned out to be a twisted mad geneticist and he made some giant lobster-scorpion hybrid and hid it in my bathroom. I love my life.
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my ninjas have decided that a quick trip to PN is in order. So basically what I think is that you need to send me your contact info, room number, and residentcy hall information.
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