State of the Union
Ever have one of those experiences where you just want to shoot everything that moves or that can't be used to help you shoot everything that moves?
Bush: We've shown the terrorists what American justice is.
Cooper: You mean locking people up without mercy or any respect for their civil rights?
Bush: Yup.
prison inmate: That's just what I've been saying.
In other news, the new TAKS test is idiotic. More on that later, when I've more exactly formulated my reasons for burning the literature, urinating on the ashes, and feeding them to a syphilitic skunk.
But. . .
Brittney is awesome.
Cooper [21:44]
Superbowl.
Yay. Went to Benjy's to watch the Big Game. Didn't watch most of it, just chilled out with Ben and Mikey and, of course, Brittney.
Jon Bon Jovi is hot; Gwen Steffani is not hot.
Brittney is hot.
Ben's dog is seriously fat. He's a cocker spaniel, but he's fat. Seriously, probably two feet across. He barks at everything. He's cutely obese, which is bad, because he's prone to biting you if you touch him at all. And his name is Pongo.
What the hell.
Anyway, much homework to do, including physics lab, calculus problems, writing, revising The Phoenix, and who knows what I've forgotten.
I should probably get on that, huh?
Cooper [22:18]
It's been a while since I last posted. Sorry about that.
Latin Club actually seems to be working now. Which is quite nice.
Not much else has gone on, 'cept Paige called Brittney 'adorable'. Weird. Not necessarily bad. Just unexpected and weird.
I wrote another Epigram from the Event Horizon. It's about the Thrid Law of Thermodynamics. Strange topic for a poem.
Can't immediately think of much else. Probably because Brittney is hugging me right now and telling me I need to come down for dinner.
Yum.
Toodles.
Cooper [13:30]
