June 7, 2004 @ 12:20 am by sean
So uh, the Pistons won. They beat the Lakers. The Lakers are really good. Go Pistons.
Mike asked me yesterday if I missed school. And I said I didn’t really, ’cause I really am happy wherever I am. But when I had to say good bye to everyone yesterday, I didn’t really want to. I wished I had more time to hang out with them. I had a great time yesterday. A kind of great time I don’t have with home friends. Not that one kind of fun is better than the other, but the variation is good.
A fine time I had at the park. Kensington Metro park is fantastic. It’s like Stoney Creek, just two times as big. Speaking of which, Carley and I are going to have a picnic at Stoney Creek on Tuesday. We played soccer, which I’m pretty bad at, but Greg and Sarah picked up my trash and won the game. We laid on the grass while Greg and others played quality praise music on their acoustical guitars. I got to go to the King’s house again. We watched Dane Cook. Uh. Maybe. I might have made up his last name. He is a comedian. I saw his ‘Catholic’ sketch before, but his other stuff is really funny too. He’s a funny guy. In Ian’s stomping grounds of Dearborn we went to Miller’s for fellowship and food.
I pretty much skipped all the details, and a lot of the not details. That was hardly even the highlights. It was just to fun to bother putting into words.
I think what made it not feel strange, was that I had almost as little idea of where I was as did most everyone besides Ian and Angie. So it was kinda like being at school. ‘Cause whenever else I see those good folks, I usually don’t know where I am.
I also had a grand time with my family playin’ Whirly Ball. I wish I didn’t have to leave my family for friends. And I wish I didn’t have to be with my family instead of friends.
Oh yea, Donnie Darko was good and all, but I didn’t think it was that great. Unless I was oblivious, the only thing I didn’t get was the end. I dunno. Maybe I ‘have to see it again’, as I’m sure anyone who I say that to would say. Perhaps people like it and think it’s deep because other people think it is. Or maybe I missed the whole thing.
Found this on a xanga of a friend of a friend.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
GEORGE W BUSH
We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.
We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it!
The chicken’s habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.
To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
I don’t know why the chicken crossed the road, but I’ll bet it was getting a government grant to cross the road, and I’ll bet that somebody out there is already forming a support group to help chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this?!? How much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road paid for by their tax dollars. And when I say tax dollars, I’m talking about your money, money the government took fro m you to build a road for chickens to cross.
No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer’s Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I’ve not been told.
To die in the rain. Alone.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
In my day, we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
Isn’t that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.
Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together – in peace.
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
It was an historic inevitability.
To boldly go where no chicken has ever gone before.
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
I have just witnessed eChicken2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.
Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
I invented the chicken!
And God came down from heaven, and he said unto the chicken THOU SHALT CROSS THE ROAD. And the chicken didst cross the road, and there was much rejoicing.
Did I miss one?