At Least Trogdor the Mallet Won't Leave Me

By the way, I don't think I mentioned it but my heater has broken again so I've been living in a feakin igloo once more.

I'm kinda over nonrhyming poetry and all that, but Noni The Sorority Girl Next Door commented that my away messege yesterday was a "nice poem." I had just intended to write my thoughts down and was too bleh-hurg to use elaborate sentences. Eh, it does have a sort of cadence to it. The messege was:
` Blah.
` I feel terminally emo;
` And optimistically defiant towards those who oppose me;
` I have reason and logic on my side;
` But I have the schedule from hell this quarter
` and its killing me;
` And my room is so cold;
` So freakin cold;
` At least my lighting is red.

` Right now I feel like.. I wouldn mind if WWIII suddenly started. I feel like storming some beaches and becoming cannon fodder for a Greater Good no one will ever appreciate.. or hanging out in some muddy trenches for a few months while everyone around me is getting killed until some random shell comes along with my name on it and no one notices because there's nothing left of me... Yea. In fact I think we should preemptively strike Germany and France right now. So what if France has the nuke, everyone knows that neither side would be willing to use them.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Who got arrested THIS week?" -Lisa Gaines
QUOTE OF YESTERDAY: "I was very disappointed in the disappearance of 'fuck'" -Lisa Davis' friend.