I've got so much school work to do it gives me a boner

1. Stop going onto 4chan
2. Stop using the internet
3. Stop reading/start writing
4. Start your Cardboard head project
   
5. Oh, and finish your late box art
   
6. Oh and read Gulliver's Travels
7. Watch Gulliver's Travels
8. Read the Rape of the lock
9. Make a "Modest Proposal" with a super long title
10. Pay for late camera return so that you can use the camera in school again
11. Draw/label the entire front human musculature and the back torso portion
12. Take an hour to clean your "death trap" of a bed and your "Cthulu's Mouth" of a floor
13. STOP YOUR BITCHIN'
14. Get a catchy song stuck in your head (it helps with doing mundane work)
15. Get out of room+ do work= Work gets done
16. Get out of room -do work/due tomorrow= Vicious Cycle

Now I need to go to an open mic and waste some time with no material.
It would be awesome if someone were to help me write my stuff but it's just as well.
Now I can get ALL THE CREDIT! MWHAAAAHAHAAHA!!
(comes to realize his place in the grand scheme of things)

Biology is for people with boners for blood, bones, and bugs.
Think about it.

I wonder if Maria Lombardi knew Micheal Cypress. Not a concise thought but I just wanted My MyCy shout out.

I bring this gift to you. Out of the easiness of copy and pasting.

Sarah Silverman singing with Matt Damon!! - video powered by Metacafe

This just proves my point that serious actors or celebrities who can act makes stuff funny. (Andre's Thesis of Relative Stardom #3)
I can't believe I got that to work.
I rock. Cock.

Anyhoop, I hear that a comedian I know of is coming to a comedy club in Atlanta (finally).
I don't like wasting $30 unless I'm sure the man/woman/ape with a mallet can bring the heat (hey! a baseball term!)
Greg Fitzsimmons from Best Week Ever, and his Comedy Central Presents special (I mean, only the laypeople know this fine stand-up from these venues! Bah-Humbug.) I saw him on Comedy Central and craved more. MOAR DAMMIT. Well seasoned, not polarizing to audiences (aka not political), self-deprecating, y'know the kind of comic I'd like to become. (that italized 'I' seems pompous to me. Eh? Like I'm saying: "WHO ELSE BUT GOD AND I!")

So, he's going to be at the Punchline from the 7th of Feb. to the 9th. All I need now is a ride (feet) and $20 (some "deep favors").

Oh and before I go (like anyone is waiting on me/reading this), go see Rambo!
It's written and directed by the guy who did that last Rocky movie and jeez does it turn the Burmese military into human steak sauce. Rambo guns down more men in the last part of this movie than Rocky's I, II, or III (although I have not seen Rocky III and I missed some of Rocky I and II. They looked well varnished with the blood of the many to me. Eh.) There's some good storytelling going on before the Vietnam vet starts punching holes through people so it's enjoyable on other levels.
What will stick with me through life (ah god, I hope not) is that I saw this black family bring all there kids to see Rambo kick ass without the common courtesy of taking their names first. Not 12 or 13 year olds, I saw 6 and 5 and 8 year olds IN THE FRONT ROW.( When I close my eyes, I can still hear their cute little screams of mercy.) Was this punishment? Was this some form of child training? ("It's so they don't grow up all queer, alright? Do you have yer answers?") The Spartans have agoge and Atlanta children, at the age of 5 hopefully, will see, nay, MUST see Sly Stallone turning Burmese soldiers into soldier kabob? There were boobs on screen at one point.
BOOBS!!

He rips a guy's jugular vein out with massive fingers.
Well, I guess it was this or "Meet the Spartans". Apparently I was the only one to not have seen that godforsaken Satan's pussy of a movie. Me and Michael Cypress, that is. Go My-Cy!