Blog written while consuming homemade Chex Mix that went stale.

I shouldn't have traded Olsen my last beer for a new Chapstick. This travel snack should've been consumed a week ago, but who am I to argue.

*The Yellow side of a Crispix
The week's coming to a halt. It's Thursday, I have one class left and none following that until Monday and tomorrow's payday and I have Sunday off of work.

*The Brown side of a Crispix
Workshop didn't go as well as I would've liked it to the other day. However, I won't have to necessarily write a capstone project until the fall. I may write one over the course of the Spring though, to gauge an inner sense of theme.

*The Cooked Goldfish Cracker
The likelihood of being inebriated is looked up towards this evening. Following the initial inebriation, I may be holding a guitar somewhere whilst in the company of Jen, a few old friends, and an element of commonplace notoriety.

*The Paned Pretzel
Providing that the Olympus 8-Megapixel Camera goes on sale this weekend, I may be able to purchase it. That would be swell.
Ooo!, also
I now have a copy of "Something Singed," thanks to university copying services.

*The Pretzel (though much wider, portioned as well) Loafed
I convinced the housemates after a well thought out argument made at 3am the other night with a threat written in blue dry/erase marker on the bathroom mirror that I'd "be turning on the furnace unless they could provide me one valid reason why I shouldn't." This dispute was the follow-up to a comment made by said housemate P, that "we're not turning it on until December first, maybe you should consider gaining a little fat to keep you warm, because everyone else is," and the thermometer reading 45 degrees in my bedroom. These types of things aren't easy to sleep over--the cold, not the argument. And No, motherfucker. Remember, I have a metabolism. Because I'm only permitted to sleep 6.5 hours each night and attend college classes more than you do. There, I said it.

*The Half-Sociable/Half-unSociable Wheat Cracker
J. Olsen and I have been drawing up our constructional blueprints to a plausible bar / cocktail lounge for his bedroom to build this winter. In which the lounge may or may not be apt to recreate a sense of the 1988 Movie "Cocktail" setting clashed with a 1920's sense of being broke, producing and consuming, Bathtub Gin. My overall task is to provide a name for such an object. "Ha, who said Liberal Arts students made poor builders and overall contributers to middle-class society."

*The faux-Gladware Containter (with Mustard in one corner)
Also, J. Olsen and I have reinvented the wheel, and by wheel, I mean Bartering System of Economics (or, BSE), with one major ideology and that being: "I will never reveal the secrets of the Wu-Tang Clan."

*The "wilke" written on the cover of said container:
My mother informed me the other day, over a phone call about cell phone bills and my younger sister's, that she thinks I should switch jobs. Or, in other words, go back to the Grizzlebee's over Christmas break as--you've just got the opportunity there to make so much more. Your resume might suffer but your bank won't.
We'll see.
also, She brought it up to me, not vice versa.
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Everything sort of balances itself out. I could really use something to wash this down, despite it. Maybe I'll make soup tonight.