In which we discuss words of common usage and the (un)common usage of said usage (and other topics)

It's amazing what you can learn in class. Today I learned that the past tense of shit is shat. My professor used that term and I was like, "Oh my goodness!" It was an "ADD anonym . . . Oh, listen . . . a new tense for the term!" moment and then I thought about that for like 3 minutes and completely lost track of Thoreau. It's kinda like normal ADD, only words distract you, not objects. Speaking of Thoreau, he totally rocks my socks off. (I was going to say pants, but that's just dirty . . .) I love his ideas. It's totally ok to have nothing as far as he's concerned. He says that you should, instead of working six days and resting one, work one day and rest six. If you have to work more than that, you're working too much. The rest of the time, you should sit and think and revel in the landscape that radiates from the viewer. And write and walk and not do anything. Yeah. Sounds like fun . . . I was fascinated by what I heard about him. Everyone should read a little Thoreau.

Rehearsal rocked. I absolutely LOVE singing the Choral Fantasy with the orchestra. It is completely amazing. Yay German! Not really -- the German part is kinda weird but yeah. It rocks. If there is any way at all that you could come for it, I would STRONGLY recommend that you do so. It's totally amazing. It sends chills up your spine. I'm not kidding!

We're doing this "I agree with Andy" campaign for Cru. I'm not part of it because I don't have money to spend on shirts that say "I agree with Andy" on them. But I have a lovely time with the whole thing because most people there don't know me, so I randomly ask people what they agree with Andy about, and they don't even know . . . I've only had 3 people give me an answer other than "come to CC 117 on Monday at 9:15 to find out," and I've asked at least a dozen people. Anyway, I was at dinner today and half-way through my meal, I realized that the Homecoming King was sitting with his back to me at the table in front of me, and when he got up I said, "Andy!" He turned around and said, "Hey M.J." I said, "Do you agree with Andy?" "I AM Andy," he said dryly. Very dryly. Then he said, "Check this out" and showed me his "I'm Andy" shirt under his hoodie. (I thought to myself, thought I, "I'm more interested in the abdominus longus than what's covering it . . ." Not really, but hey, it sounded good!) Then he said, "Do you agree with Andy?" I said, "Yeah . . . " He said, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I explained that sadly, I'm too poor to "agree with Andy" in this thing -- my head and my heart agree with Andy, but my pocketbook says "no way." I said, "I'm poor, but it's ok. It's funner to be poor." He was like, "I gotta go." And I was sad cuz I think I scared him away. Why don't people like being around people who don't complain about their circumstances?

I was supposed to go to talk to people at Shopko today, but the person I was supposed to call apparently never showed up to work today. I would not place a bet on that one -- I suspect that she just doesn't want to talk to me and she told them to tell me she wasn't in. I hate that place with a burning passion from deep within my soul . . .
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~MK