Marc
Oh, I can't wait to eat that monkey. -- Abe Simpson
One. If you want to read about what I did to my thumb this weekend go here. My girl wrote it. She doesn't really hold back when it comes to talking about me. Can't blame her, I guess. I'm an idiot.
Two. I have officially crossed my personal poverty line, and have now decided to live like a meiser until I have a reason not to. It's fun but hard at the same time. I bought a tube of toothpaste and a large bottle of shampoo today for only $2.34. That's pretty good. I paid cash for gas for the first time in almost four years, I would guess. I passed up delivery pizza, instead opting for a nice bowl of alfredo noodles and a glass of water. I will eventually be ridding myself of all my musical equipment. If anyone would like to purchase my Gibson SG, like new, before I put it on Ebay, please drop me a line. Maybe we can do some business.
Three. This is the week I will do all of my research for the rest of the semester. If anyone needs to get a hold of me, I'll be at the library from morning til night, most likely at the microfilm machines going through old census reports. If I want to know how many people of French-Canadian descent lived in St. Anne, Illinois in 1850, I have to remember that Kankakee County wasn't actually a county until 1860. So, I look under the Will County census report, hopefully, and will find the answers to what I am looking for. Research. It does a body good.
Four. I've still got loads of stuff left to do tonight, though I have already gotten a huge chunk of my reading for the week done already. If you're interested in how the ghettoes of Chicago expanded after World War II, feel free to ask me about it. I'm damn near becoming an expert. With that, I bid you all goodnight.
Up Next: Here, My Dear by Marvin Gaye; Don't Give Up On Me by Solomon Burke; and, The Very Best of Otis Redding by Otis Redding.
Tomorrow: See above.
Oh, I can't wait to eat that monkey. -- Abe Simpson
One. If you want to read about what I did to my thumb this weekend go here. My girl wrote it. She doesn't really hold back when it comes to talking about me. Can't blame her, I guess. I'm an idiot.
Two. I have officially crossed my personal poverty line, and have now decided to live like a meiser until I have a reason not to. It's fun but hard at the same time. I bought a tube of toothpaste and a large bottle of shampoo today for only $2.34. That's pretty good. I paid cash for gas for the first time in almost four years, I would guess. I passed up delivery pizza, instead opting for a nice bowl of alfredo noodles and a glass of water. I will eventually be ridding myself of all my musical equipment. If anyone would like to purchase my Gibson SG, like new, before I put it on Ebay, please drop me a line. Maybe we can do some business.
Three. This is the week I will do all of my research for the rest of the semester. If anyone needs to get a hold of me, I'll be at the library from morning til night, most likely at the microfilm machines going through old census reports. If I want to know how many people of French-Canadian descent lived in St. Anne, Illinois in 1850, I have to remember that Kankakee County wasn't actually a county until 1860. So, I look under the Will County census report, hopefully, and will find the answers to what I am looking for. Research. It does a body good.
Four. I've still got loads of stuff left to do tonight, though I have already gotten a huge chunk of my reading for the week done already. If you're interested in how the ghettoes of Chicago expanded after World War II, feel free to ask me about it. I'm damn near becoming an expert. With that, I bid you all goodnight.
Up Next: Here, My Dear by Marvin Gaye; Don't Give Up On Me by Solomon Burke; and, The Very Best of Otis Redding by Otis Redding.
Tomorrow: See above.
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