Sunday, April 18
11:28 am

follow the killer rabbit

you know, watching monty python again makes me realise how much i've grown. where past pet would have laughed, present pet (otherwise known as 'pet') simply cocks a jaded eyebrow and... oh who am i kidding? that show rocks like a fogged up car on a saturday night. plus: dvd extras! i am agog with geeker joy. oh daniel you old sod, where have you disappeared to? singalongs with the benedictine monks just aren't the same without you.

today's theme, if it hasn't already been made clear, is random blasts from the past.

so, the 3 hour post-crim chat with Wyn was a swirling maelstrom of fun. raging paranoia always gives that added oomph to a conversation, y'know? and here of course i refer to the unpleasant news regarding control groups in the gep. what's that, you say? well, word on the highly esoteric (read: dweeby) grapevine is that They dumped some non-qualifiers into the gep, while leaving a qualified few out as part of a control group to test the extent of the program's worth. damn Them for fueling the suspicions i've had all along! still, it's great to finally have an explanation for the presence of certain lurching troglodytes in the program. now if only we could find one for diane tucker.

and to convert any remaining unbelievers out there as to my gep related square peggedness, i have to say, i'm genuinely looking forward to the premiere of mean girls. oh, come on, what's not to adore? bitchy girls, bitching in pink! you hoard that shameful love like you do the bring it on dvd, admit it. and while you're at it, own up, those of you who didn't get the horatio thing. yeah, keep those hands up while i count.

really, you'd think that exam woes would feature somewhere in this post. but since the only story i can think of right now involves the unfortunate sentence "i'm a stress pooer" as an opener, i think we'll just skip that and segue nicely into New Class Trepidation instead. no small wonder i'm feeling this way, because as far as classes go, you could do a lot worse than the one i got. not to get mired in the mush, but i'm gonna miss the hell outta you guys. and by "guys", i mean "people who have never once attempted to molest my scalp" (i don't even count the other one as part of the class, so yeah). no worries though, we've still got that love boat/amazing race hybrid contest to look forward to.

and in the sibilant sentence of the day,

my class kicks your class's ass!

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