*edit* i thought i needed to clarify that this is ilurker timmy, not fiduch timmy
timmy : the government decided to pay for all our health care... then realized eating and drinking shit can make you sick... so they outlawed everything good. i'm being oppressed!
me : you need to start a revolution!!!! because you have an inalienable right to hot cheetos and peanute butter crunch!!!
timmy : life, liberty, and the persuit of caffeinated beverages! down with our penguin oppressors! LONG LIVE THE RACCOON OF FREEDOM!
me : *pats your head* you're getting a bit too enthusiastic, hon
timmy : but... but... penguins. :-\ we can't let them get away... right?
me : no... no we can't *hands you a butterfly net* go get those evil penguins, timmy
timmy : i'll get them all! every last one! *runs around in circles*
so, i forgot about something completely retarded that happened in my geometry class today.
(my geometry teacher is the guy that's all like "you must accept postulates on FAITH!!!! like your faith in GOD!!!!!")
so, i take an hour long nap and i wake up to us studying parallelograms and trapezoids. (riveting... i assure you)
so he's telling us about isoceles trapezoids.
scary teacher dude: "you know the etowah indian mounds in cartersville? well... that's how they're shaped. like little mountains that they buried their little indian guys in"
now, this doesn't sound too bad typed out, but this guy sounds like george dubya.
so... he goes on:
"parallelograms and trapeziods are not the same thing!!! they shouldn't mix!!!!!"
and i so expected him to tack on "...like blacks and whites!!!"
i really don't like this guy. he seems nice enough for a bible thumping old racist man... but jesus fucking christ, leave your prejudices out of the classroom.
p.s. i really really really really really want a new copy of short music for short people. i fucking loved that cd but i let someone borrow it and they fucked it up.
speaking from experience, the soul searching posts require much more in depth thought, and most people including myself can't handle that, so you end up with comments about relegious people smelling like tofu!
*still waits for the tongue*
Um... now about that CD. If you still have it and it's just scratched, search your house for all your coins and grab a few extra dollaRs and find a CD Doctor. Those things rock! A friend of mine has the electric powered model, as apposed to the steam powered or wind powered one.... but anyway, CD Dr. + Scratched CD's = CD Dr. and Good CD. It's like getting an old friend back. Um. That got scratched up. yeah.