ATTENTION: Soda cans may NOT be used for lightning rods....unless it's for Pepsi. *cringe*

And once again I've slacked in my blogging. The addiction remains, but my brain has taken leave of me lately. This is what happens when you try to pay remote attention in college bound classes.

Especially when you aren't in fact, going to college.

A writing assessment took place at our school today. The topic: Name three qualities you like a friend to possess. It made for a rather unnecessary amount of conversation throughout the hallways and classrooms in nearly mandatory reproach. I must say though, the creative ways people mocked the whole thing suprised even me. Here are a few examples I managed to hear about:

1.) Someone wrote an essay sarcastically referring to another teacher. Like, "I would like my friend to teach the History of Aisa and Russia, and have Morda as a first name:. Not especially hilarious, but amusing enough.
2.) They would like they're friend to be able to excerise personal hygine while making it a point to dress like Napolean. (Ookay then..)
3.) Violent...violent qualities that would make any sadist squeal with hideous amusement.
4.) This is my favorite one...someone wrote their essay with normal qualities, and adequate length only.....She wrote it in Spanish. (I nearly laughed my ass off hearing that)

I myself wrote about being entirely anti-social and how it would have to be a cold day in a certain place that burns that I would actually look for a friend. Heheeheh.

On a completely different note, I've rearranged the entire set up of my computer. The Cats From Hell nearly ripped the cords apart, so I put the modem up on the desk (the She-Beast quite stupidly put it on the floor). As such, the main speaker had to go on the left side instead of the right. Nearly gave me a migrane trying to get used to it.

Of course, it looked quite well to the Bastardly Parental Units. As of late, I've been rather lazy. I'm supposed to be packing things up for the move. Frankly, I'm not getting in the Almighty Boxes Abound mood until the deal is signed and sealed. Only vague acknowledgement of the probability of it all sticks in my mind.

Meh.

I'd sit here and brood more darkly about something, but in case you haven't noticed, all my thoughts are of exceeding dullness as of late. That's what happens when you think to much...you get sick of your own mind. A hell in and of itself. Whatever. I'm sure the dark cloud over my head will bid me to blog about something interesting someday....