I have three loyal followers now and I'm beginning to understand how the glamorous and fabulous must feel...or as I like to call them (borrowing from Dave Barry), Rich Twits On Parade. Except I'm not rich. I'm a poor twit on parade in my living room with a towel on my head at one something in the morning. But the blinds are closed because I kept seeing the camera flashes from the paparazzi who were staked out by my fence earlier. Or maybe it was lightning flashes from the thunderstorm that was going on.
While we're on the subject, I want to know why the heck they are called paparrazi. Is that Italian for "Idiots with cameras who never figured out how to live their own lives and instead spend their time chasing rich twits so the rest of us can stare mindlessly at their pictures while we stand in line at wal-mart waiting for the idiot in front of us to get over the fact that they were charged $2.oo instead of $1.99 for a box of ho-ho's"? I mean, when they were kids was it their dream to grow up and photograph Kirsty Alley sans makeup in a bikini? Maybe it's mall-cop syndrome...they were tortured by five of their peers in high school so they've dedicated the rest of their lives to getting revenge on the entire world.
Moving on...well, for once, I'm sick of talking about school so I won't write about that. In three weeks you'll get an update about how interesting my life is at college but for now, it's summer time. However, I am going to do some sidework during this break and brush up on one academic area that needs improvement. I am speaking, of course, of the fine art of drawing stick figure comic strips. Stick figures are great and I already have some ideas in place (yea, I think about stick figures.Try not to be to impressed). I'm gonna scan some of them on to here to sort of liven the place up and give it some culture and refinement.
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