i feel high on the fumes of melting snow. this is not an apt level to be at when having to force oneself into a cage of prescriptive language. confined by time, i moan. there must be somewhere i can hide!
i feel like i should cite the comments i included in my note which were made by the AG and made public through the ARA blog. i admit to a misquote: rather than "start up the ovens" the actual quote was "fire up the ovens"...makes not a lot of difference, but i am keen on accuracy
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instead of working on homework, once again, i have opted to write a piece on something that has been occupying my mind for awhile. anyway, it at least has something to do with homework
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was another sweet day for money-making. i won another $500 scholarship, this time from the ASSU.
anyway, like my idols on trailer park boys, i am obviously going to use this money to buy hydro gear and some pot plants and then get my show on the road.
"you known i'on speak no cop! i even wrote a whole book about it. it goes like this: Should you Talk to the Cops, by Donovan Strain. Chaptuh 1: Nah...nah, nah, nah. The end."