Chapter 1: You know what word I like but don't have much of a chance to use? Posit. It's not post, it's not deposit... it's in the middle. And I like it a lot. "I posited a...." I don't know how to use it. Did I make this word up?
Chapter 2: It looks like it's going to rain. I hope so because that might cool down this disastrous heat stroke. The environment is bipolar. I am serious. Mother Nature is in a funk and needs her some meds. Although I slightly hope it doesn't rain because my wipers are also in a funk. They are super streaky and one keeps coming off. And I don't really know how to put it back on... Eric put them on when I bought them... so I just have to hope that someone is in my car when it happens. Luckily it hasn't rained in a while so I haven't had to risk one flying off while they're in use. It could potentially be disastrous.
Chapter 3: I realized yesterday that I too am in a funk. I mean not a real funk, but I'm having Oxford withdrawl. It's time for me to visit. I just can't afford it. And I was thinking that it had been a forever since I had gone and that it would be okay to swing round for a couple days because it had been so long, but then I thought about it and realized that I was there less than a month ago. A MONTH. Why does it feel so long?!?!?!
Chapter 4: You are trying to facebook chat me right now. I am ignoring you.
Chapter 5: I need to wash my lunch bowl. Blahhhhhhhh where is Quinn when you need him??!?!
Chapter 6: I am debating with my friend from Florida the severity of a tornado and the severity of a hurricane. She just threw out the "we have lightning" card... I told her that we also have lightning. I told her that I think tornadoes are worse because in hurricanes you can take refuge, but tornadoes suck up your refuge. My logic is infallible. And my boss just joined the discussion. This is turning hardcore. They probably wonder why I'm typing emphatically as we discuss. I will not explain.
Chapter 7: I am going to name a list of words. Tell me the first thing you think of when you read the word. Jello. Rawr. Scotch. Bloody. Frill. Lawakakapingpongdingalingashang.
Chapter 8: I had a dream that Austin was a highly sought-after assassin. He was Parisian, no less. Refined and deadly... like the next Bond. I told him about this. He did not deny it. I wonder if he could take me... we all know my assassin potential is through the roof.
Chapter 9: I really really love watching Arrested Development. It's the funniest thing ever. Seriously. I laugh so hard. Half because I don't have many opportunities to laugh anymore so my humor barometer has greatly decreased, half because I love to laugh, and half because it's just that funny. I also love Glee. Gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Later on I will fantasize about having a powerful voice and being on the show as the Racially Ambiguous Girl.
Chapter 10: I am in a weird mood. A weeeeeeeeeeeeeeird one. I wish you were here to witness it. And I often wish I was black. For the following reasons: 1) They have awesome voices, 2) They can wear anything and pull it off, 3) It is socially acceptable for them to be spunky, 3) Good cookin, 4) Adorable babies, 5) They can do so many things with their hair, 6) They dance in church, 7) They can dance, 8) Strong family values. Now this is conjecture based on my own experiences, and I know it differs for everyone, but.... they rock.
Epilogue: I am going to respond to you now. Get ready.
DELTA NU!!!!!!!!!!!!
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