Sunday, December 11, 2005

It wasn't suicide, it was a toaster.

It is weird to go on a first date where the boy doesn't try to take my clothes off at the end of the night. I am not sure if I should be relieved or worried because it has never happened before.

I intend to write my paper today the old fashioned way, you know, on paper. It promises to be interesting. It is a paper about power and leadership. I could have chosen someone like Ghandi, Eleanor Roosevelt, or MLK Jr., but I have decided to write about Hitler. I made this decision in the shower, which is where all important decisions are made, that he is way more interesting and concepts and theories of power will prove more dynamic when applied to evil. Lets hope I am correct in this assumption and my professor doesn't judge me as sadistic. I mean, it is okay if he does so long as I receive the grade I deserve, which will be an A++++.

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