| Hallelujah!
Exams are over!!!
The grades are looking pri-teee-gooood so far . . .
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| "it's been a good day, like the girl who almost walked right by you, but
then she saw that look in your eyes and understood that look and then
smiled the smile you knew she had before she showed it to you."
~the venerable Seth Riddley
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| Okay. Sorry. I haven't been blogging quite as frequently as
I should. I think I set a standard early on that I couldn't live
up to. My brother-in-law pointed this fact out this week when he
and my sister visited for Thanksgiving. But then again, he's a
blogoholic. Which brings me to my next point. Technically,
wouldn't a 'workaholic' be addicted to 'workohol?' It should be a
'workic,' so I guess that makes Matt a 'bloggic' (yes, the double g's
are necessary).
Strangely enough, if you were to visit the site of my sister and brother-in-law,
you would find that he hasn't written a new entry in the past three
days (which, for him, is at least equivalent to my three month blogging
. . . er . . . sabbatical), yet he fusses at me. Sort of reminds
me of a certain speck/plank analogy.
And now, a poem:
Matthew likes to blog
He blogs at least twice a day
About trees
("Note: Matt doesn't usually blog about trees, but Haiku are typically nature poems,"
he said, tipping his hat to Wordsworth and snarling
at Ms. Monaghan.)
Happy Now, Matt?
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| Ok. Here's something. Since my brain is asleep I'ma
steal something from it from a couple months back:
Upon an Eggo
A golden sun rises, but not from the east
The frozen aromas of butter and yeast
consume all my senses and lay me back down
I swallow the sun all syrupy brown
--Jared Buchanan
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| Blaaaaaaaaahuh.
Nothin' to say/nothing 2 se.
Wish my brain'd wake up.
'Cause i got nothin'! |
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