so, you got any bananas?

well it's my first day of skool. yick. i walked myself to the bus, packed a sack of baby carrots for a snack and am totally petrified of what this semester is going to be like (the dean told me that i would want to kill myself, not a good sign).

so instead of dwelling on it i'm just simply avoiding it mentally, 100%. i'm filling my mind with happy thoughts and ponderous questions like:

why DID brad and jen break up? and do i REALLY care?

will my car make it out of the parking space its in if i need to go somewhere ever again until all the snow melts?

where the shit is lori?

can i go to marshall fields and only buy thank you cards?

when should i book my spa day that scottah claus got me for christmas?

i know, these are all super mentally challenged things to be thinking about but sometimes when avoiding a serious situation it's best to go with the superficial rather than philosophical.....

oh yea, and i keep thinking about a certain someone's comments about my driving this past weekend. as i was rolling down ashland totally in control of the situation as i have been driving for almost 10 years now i was informed that due to my driving style if i were to be "re-created in a stupid machine the ingredients would be a monkey and a candy cane."

ok.

to which i informed said stupid machine creator that if he/she were to be the product of a stupid machine he/she would be a bag of shit and some hawaiian ice. i don't know exactly what that means but it made sense at the time.

i was later given an impersonation of myself as this monkey cane candy thing and apparantley if i were this actual beast i would have crossed eyes, my right arm would constantly be up in the air and the only words i would know how to say were "so, you got any bananas?"

it ain't milk biatch, people don't say "got bananas?" this ain't no donkey kong society....

i'm off to class, but here's a picture to enjoy.....