Monday, February 7, 2011

Constant Companion.

So, creative writing class this semester, I will totally take you on. I will climb your remarkably easy curriculum and I will stand atop that high mountain of success with one hand shielding my eyes from the penetrating rays of being SO DAMN HIGH UP and use one hand to hold a shovel to take on my next task- Digging through the Earth to an Indo-European country.

I've been trying to think about how I should sum up what I've been doing all this time while not blogging.

*taps chin pensively*

*waits a few minutes*

*makes a sandwich*

*remembers English paper is due tomorrow*

Returns.

Not much. Other than pickin' fights, celebrating black history month, and reading books about sassy generals. Perfecting my coffee making skills, swimming, yelling sweet nonsensicals and throwing yoga balls at people.

Being Short

has its exceptional qualities.

If you are short, you can easily morph into BACKPACK MAN.
(is where you just run into a group of preferably friendly people and jump on their back like a backpack yelling 'backpack man!')

If you're short you could be a Hobbit in the new Hobbit movie!

If you're short you could fight a bear by just running around his feet in constant circles until he becomes dizzy and staggers over a strategically placed cliff.

If you're short you can still fit into refrigerator boxes all the way and then just pop out and scare unknowing passers-by.