We’re going to pump *CLAP* you up!

I don’t want to say I’m lacking in inspiration, but for lack of a better subject, I’m going to provide a history lesson about what led up to my impending surgery. In a way, I’m glad it’s happening two weeks from now, because the back story could take several entries. Whether that’s because I want to provide a natural break between topics or because I’m lazy… I ain’t gonna tell you.

Suffice it to say that if you want to read the whole epic saga in one sitting, you may want to wait for a few days, then drop by the blog with some popcorn and a Coke. It may not last as long as Titanic and the soundtrack isn’t as good, but at least this story was cheaper to produce. Plus my acting isn’t as overrated.

The most likely beginning of the story spans back to last summer. That’s right, last summer. Ooh, the plot is thickening already… Continue reading “We’re going to pump *CLAP* you up!”

I hate meetings

After attending Normandale last semester, my grades were high enough to merit a letter in the mail that began with “Dear Honor Student.” I don’t want to just thumb my nose at Alpha Kappa Alpha (Normandale’s chapter of Phi Theta Kappa)—I’m sure it’s an outstanding “international honor society for two-year colleges” that will “enrich my life while I attend Normandale and also remain with me as I pursue other educational or career goals.” Whether I want to spend eighty bucks for such an honor… well, that’s not the point. The point is on the third page. Continue reading “I hate meetings”