The Obscure

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Thursday, November 04, 2004

 
Hey-lo my fellow racial epithets, how are things going for all of you this spec-TACULAR evening? Things on this end: well, they are good, to say the least.
To say the most, though (I bet you thought you got off easy this time, but alas, there is no escape from the land of the Mole) I gotta tell ya, I'm having a good time. There should be a law against having this much fun. Oh wait, there is.
It's called the Bill of Rights, you might want to Look it Up.
I'm excited because my art class is going on a field trip next week, to the Harvard Peabody Museum of Fine Arts. I'm going to look at so much art! We're supposed to bring a sketchbook. Speaking of which, I'm going to have a late night tonight, I have to finish like twenty sketches that are all due tomorrow, or take an incomplete for this term in art class (which would SUCK!)
Also, we start painting tomorrow! I'm really nervous about it, because painting has never been my forte (though that's probably just because I have only done it like... twice.)
I went to the dentist today. It was weird, I didn't need novacaine because he was drilling a tooth that I had had a root canal performed on, like five years ago, so there was no nerve in it. No nerve=no pain, get it?


T-N=0P



T=Tooth
N=Nerve
P=Pain



NOW do you get it? God, you guys are thick.
Anyway, Dr. Dugas (my dentist!) is a crazy guy. I wouldn't say he was a quack, but I would say that he is a very good dentist, who is very good at what he does, and I recommend him.
Had you fooled, didn't I?

And with that, I leave you with this:
Whoever does have, must want for the polar opposite of that which he has; but whoever art so bereaved, let him find contentment in his latitude.
-The Geographical Bible, 1 Maps, 1:34


Don't you feel better now?

Comments:
Hey, I was supposed to go on that field trip, but I've missed too much school. And painting ain't exactly my strong point either, but it's fun just the same. And stuff.
 
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