Friday, November 4, 2011

stupid sandman stood me up again tonight.

i need sleep.
i also have homework to do. i have to pick an author to write about, read a novel written by them and write an outline by tuesday.
all i want to do is stay up and watch hey arnold and salute your shorts.
how is it that i am in the same boat i was in when i was 12 years old?

anywho... i'm basically going to choose my author based solely on looks alone. i'll probably regret this... but there is no way i am going to waste time researching when i have google image search...

here are my final three options...
le guin











o'connor














boyle















i'm leaning toward boyle... mostly because of the banana in the picture and he looks like a badass.




also... (ADD moment) 90's nick's stick stickly has become such a pervert!
he just said some dirty stuff on upick fridays.
something about "you like a girl... only to find out that she likes other girls... stick happens"
and
"you had to move back in with your parents and are forced to hear them rub sticks every tuesday and sunday... stick happens."
my parents never rubbed sticks, mr. stickly. my dad was the only one with a weiner... simmer down.


there is no reason for this... but its all i had.

okay, i have to try to call this sandman bastard to see why he's been avoiding me so much lately.