Doesn't Johnathon Swift make you hungry,
I kinda bummed everyone in Professional Communications out when I told them he wasn't really serious about eating babies. But like I said, to understand good satire, you need to understand the context under which it was written. As a history major, I was just cheating. Mr. Murphy is going to let me turn in an analytical paper on it a little late because he liked my test essay so much, which is cool.
Other things that are cool. Orange Creamsicles, Antarctica, and This Guy. I'm starting to get pumped for Thanksgiving for two reasons. One Turkey, distant second, finishing up the rest of my projects. I'm definitely within in striking distance of getting my tough projects knocked out, Thurgood Marshall and Talmudic Discussion are gonna have to wait until the last week though.
I'm also thinking of making a semi-serious power-point with some shanagians at the end starring me and my little brother, but I'm not quite sure yet. You'll know when I know and one thing I do know is that its time to go. Peace.
I need new dress shoes because I squeak when I walk,
DePiro Rules!