Oh yeah…
Wednesday, August 31st, 2005… and disregard that banana thing earlier…
… and disregard that banana thing earlier…
A Repulican guy at our church is running for the Morrisville Board of Commissioners, and he asked me to help out with his webpage. Now, all that I’m doing is adding a blog (blogs and me, well, we go together), but maybe a blog will win him the seat on the Board.
If he wins this, he’ll be able to run later for something bigger. And so on and so forth. Perhaps some day he will sit on the Supreme Court, or in the Senate. Perhaps this could happen because of the blog (doubtful; he’s got enough charisma to stun a wild ox and his IQ is tops, so a little blog probably won’t turn the tide). Regardless of what happens, I’ll get some coding experience and a posting on my resume, and he may win the race.
So, as a final plea, to anyone capable, Vote Murry!.
Yessiree, tomorrow is the official First Day Of School!
Whoopee?
Boohoo?
Either way, it’s going to happen as soon as the clock strikes 12:00 AM. I can’t hinder nor help the situation in any way. This year should be lighter than previous years… all I’m taking are Physics, Pre-Calc, English, and Literature. Maybe I’ll learn to hum while hanging upside-down on the jungle-gym, chewing gum and writing hieroglyphics on a home-plate. That could be a useful skill to have, if you think about it.
Here’s to a good school year! Cheers! (drinks apple-juice in one gulp)
Have you ever watched a movie where the mom opens the kid’s closet and all of the stuff falls out on her? Well, that’s how I felt today.
My room has been calling for a major overhaul for some time now. I think my cleaning sensors are defective, because the overall messiness of it didn’t strike me until yesterday. Now, I’m having to pay for weeks of misuse; the fun part is going through old stuff, though I have to throw away or sell some of it. I don’t think I’ll miss that Mickey Mouse piano too much, though…
I guess my advice for all of you would be:
Hello all! Sorry for my two-day absence.
Apparently, someone in the neighbourhood doesn’t like us. We found some revent carvings on one of our back trees, essentially telling us to ‘get off’, whatever that means. As we have rampant gangs of teens (well, they come and go, now they’re pretty bad), we figure it was them.
Personally, I don’t mind about the trees. They can chop them all down, just as long as they stay away from my family!