I don't blog about my candle making adventures, my family (with two thousand pictures of my kids), or my life as a housewife who makes quilts 24/7. I'm not some pretentious hipster who can't finish three sentences without using some form of the word "musing." I'm just here to laugh at society.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

All the cars in my train of thought II

The second installment of this experiment. Parental guidance is not really advised, but it really couldn't hurt. I say the word bastard a couple of times, even though it's totally in a joking way and not at all serious. If that's offensive, you can just skip this.

Third hour, Biblical Exigesis thoughts:

Right now I've got that song "You're so Vain" stuck in my head.
I'm trying to cheat off Matt's thoughts. Teehee.
I just saw a glimpse of a circle, and now I can't get the words "oblate sphereoid" off my mind.
Why does my teacher have a stuffed puppy on his desk?
Did you know that in the middle ages, peoples last names would be their occupation? Cook, Miller... I even know a Shoemaker.
My teachers name is Mr. Tracy... I wonder what he was...
Maybe an artist who traced other peoples work and passed it off as his own.
What a bastard.
That's my favorite insult, bastard. It means "an illegitimate child."
I don't really think Mr. Tracy is a bastard. I like Mr. Tracy.
I hope he doesn't read this...
I know it's a vulgar word, but is it still a curse?
Vulgar comes from Latin, and what it really means is when language is "vulgar," it's the language of the people. Like, the common language.
A lot of denotations have been distorted over time.
You know what I really like? Natalie Stukenborgs curly hair. It's so awesome.
Sometimes, I feel like my body is an asteroid, and my stomach is a cave slug, and all my foods are tiny Millenium Falcons.
Sometimes, my teacher doesn't finish words he's writing on the board. Apparently, the "Catholi" view of communion is "transubstant" while the "Luther" (supposed to be Lutheran) view is "constubstantia." Interesting...
I consider myself a charismatic person, but I have no idea what kind of religious system that is.
I swear, the last five minutes took twenty minutes to pass.
The law is the ground of which we stand, but it issues no roof over our heads.
Every year, we vote for the king and queen of Winter Court. Kings don't get voted in...
Once I created a hypothetical situation, and I haven't been heard from since.

2 comments:

  1. I liked this one better. It was more Greg, somehow. Contained much more of a muchness.
    Aaaaaahhhhhh I really want to hang out with you more!!!

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  2. haha yes, much more muchness indeed. I'm working on your questions that you asked right now! I'm thinking we should get some old friends together and go bum around a coffee shop or something.

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