27 views today! We rule. So I’m in Anthropology class being a bad girl. And I can’t spell Anthropology. (That’s spelled correctly, but it took me like five minutes. Hyperbole…) I am the ultimate multi-tasker, doing three things at once: writing this, taking notes, and talking to a friend on AIM. 

I’m hoping to get hyper soon…I don’t have any inspiration yet. Mike is signed on to AIM with his phone, but I’m pretty sure he’s in opera practice right now…poor boy. Ok, story time!

Once there was pig named Steve. He liked to dance in the middle of the street. One day he was break-dancing in the street. Then a car came by. It hit him and he died. The end.

That was lame. So is this class. Don’t make me sit through three hours of secular discussion on religion. Don’t even get me started. I can’t even listen. I’m not alone, however, which lessens the horrendousness. Is that a word? I doubt it. I attach “-ness” to the ends of everything. It’s not a word; I just checked. I think I’m going to write a poem now. Check ya later. (What exactly does that mean, anyway?)