Marching to the Beat of an Off-Time Drummer

That's what all you people will be doing next year when I make the snare! MUWAHAHAHAHA

But seriously, I'm aiming for cymbals. Now, although it is often equated with "lowliest of the percussion," I need only remind you that the triangle is a percussion instrument. And believe you me, if "triangle" was a viable marching percussion instrument I'd sign up faster than you can say "Individual reports seem to indicate that only 3.1151361% of head lice agree with the latest Gallup Poll about whether head lice read the New York Post." Or perhaps faster than you can really think of the deep implications of such a statement. It's hypothetical, back off ya bum!

So I've got two tests and lots of Chemistry due tomorrow. I even need to read a whole history chapter. But do I get to work early and stop wasting time? Is the Pope Catholic? Is Peter Jennings an ex-Canadian? Is there really a point to anything? Well, the first two of the rhetorical questions meant to make an obvious point have pretty obvious answers, I think. Of course the Pope isn't Catholic, he's Presbyterian and Peter Jennings will always be Canadian, who does he think he's fooling? As for the third, that's a topic we could discuss for seconds and that would really cut into my sittin' around time. My oh so precious sittin' around time. How I adore thee, yet you torture me so...

So anywho, my day. I haven't talked, extensively, about my day for quite some time instead getting into whatever those long, stupid tirades about whatever nonsense my mind throws at me to keep down dissent. (On a side note, should your mind ever start to push you around, just smack it upside the...uh...philsophies a few times and tell it to get back in the kitchen and make you some Math or complex physics theories about the origin of the universe, even if it is devised into very hostile camps of poetical allusions). Anyway, suffice it to say I generally decide my days are so unimportant to the point that they're not worth mentioning. However, should this trend of procrastination TO THE EXTREME! continue, I might be forced to, with the expected hyperbole, of course. I mean, really, this thing is hard and icky enough to read anyway! What would you do without the hyperbole...

Probably get a job, you no account bums. But I'm one to talk. Never much for "work." Why else would I be a teacher? (Ok, so teaching counts as "Work", but if you do it right and enjoy it, I think that definition no longer applies). So that's about all I can think to put down, at the moment. Perhaps I'll start reading about the 40's and like it! Or maybe I'll do my Chemistry outline and like it! Or there's even a slight chance I'll study for my History of Statistics test or whatever the Euphrates I have to do tomorrow and like it! Or perhaps I'll just wait until next time...