Two days ago I spent 3 minutes pondering whether my politics teacher really has any clue what she is talking about. World War II ended in 1919? And why does she keep stopping to read from a piece of paper? Last nite I tried to employ some jibberish about Marx and Engals in an argument with Trevor and my worst fears were realized: I'm being fed poop on a stick! Ok, so it's not that bad - but I ask you what good is what we learn in school if it can't successfully be used against those smarter then ourselves?
Random tip:
The best Irish whiskey (Midleton Very Rare - voted by the New York Times) costs $125 a bottle. As opposed to Jack Daniels which costs $20 and finds its origins in Tennessee. Using cave water (I think that's supposed to be a good thing). Interestingly, ol' JD has gone down ten proof. That should upset the alcoholics out there...
In the weather:
Spring, snow, and love are all in the air. Orlando gets the Spring, Galen gets the love, and I get snow.
Dangit.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
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- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
1 comment:
If they're not teaching from memory, they're not to be trusted.
I'll take the snow. The love is great, but the car wants the snow. Spring sound pretty good right about now too. All three... yes... all three just about does it.
Thanks for the tip about JD. I don't really know what that all means, considering I can't afford a $125 bottle of whisky. Does it mean Jack Daniels isn't a good value?
WHAT?
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