To infinity and beyond!

Iiiit's Easter break. Yay! There are approxamately 53 people left on this campus. That I've seen. There's probably another 18 or so in hiding. And by in hiding I mean they haven't left their dorms all weekend. Which is what Roommate and I almost did today. We left to eat and go on a walk. She also took out the trash. With all of that, we've been out the door a combined total of 1 hour and 41 minutes. Give or take.

Yesterday, however, was quiiite exciting. Roommate went ninja, 3rd floor Friend was a pirate, and I was a super hero. I had men's Batman swimming trunks, rainboots, a black mask, and a blue towel cape. And it was awesome. We started our adventures by walking 3 blocks to a men's dorm and hanging out in the lobby. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go to Wendy's. So we did. Some little girls stared at us, and their father told us we were scary. We also had Random Maupin Man with us, he was dressed normally and documented the whole thing for us. The worker lady just looked at us and preceeded to give us student discounts. Then we went and hung out on one of the school signs by the highway, where we got very strange looks. T'was a rather good time.

I have no conclusion, I just thought I'd share our awesomeness with the world. As you were.

Why must blog posts always have titles?

Titles are ridiculous things. They work for book and magazines, but that's as far as it goes. What if I have a super awesome blog, but my title ends up being horrific, people decide not to read it as a consequence, and I never become famous? That would be tragic! So please, read the blog regardless of the title. It probably won't be super awesome, but hey, I can try can't I?

So. English class. Simulation game. Apparently the earth is about to be hit by a meteor, and everyone will die. Drat. But! We have a space ship. We also have a distant planet that is apparently capable of sustaining human life. One problem. It's one of those two door models that only seats five. So out of the whole entire world, the world being the class, only five get the esteemed privelige of living next week. I am a 17 year-old punk rocker. That's right. You heard me. So, why should I get a seat on the space ship? I really don't know. I wouldn't vote for myself. However, we are required too, so I had better come up with something, eh? The rest of the world is composed of: An Amish wagon maker, a car salesman, a homeless person, a televangelist, and astronaut with herniated disks, a McDonald's employee, a poet who grows orchids, a 12 year-old genius with diabetes, a nurse with arthritis, a parent with three children, a sterile doctor, a geneticist with a criminal record, a prostitute, a college freshman, an unemployed inventor, a high school science teacher, a janitor, a high school sophomore, a supermodel, and a CEO. ...and five of us are supposed to get together and start a colony? Riiight...at least we get credit for it, I guess. Although, if you think about it, the prof won't be on the space ship, therefore she won't be on the planet, therefore she cannot grade us, therefore our lives in English have been wasted. Stink. We tried suggesting to her that we should just call Chuck Norris and he would take care of the meteor, but she said no. I have a feeling I shall remain on earth to die. Maybe I'll call Chuck anyway.

On a totally nonrelated note, I have eaten nothing but sandwiches, chips and honey buns today.