Did ya miss me?...
Okay so I missed a few days...if you couldn't tell my last 2 entries were pretty weak so rather than continue digging while I was stuck in a rut I took a few days off. You'd hope by now I'd have thought of something clever to say...that is if you don't know me.
For the last few weeks I've had a particularly effective rallying cry to get me out on 6th st., "the British are leaving, the British are leaving." I'm not quite Paul Revere, but I'm a patriot...What can I say. Long story short, all semester I've been hanging out with a group of exchange students from Britain and every time one of them leaves they have to have a last hoorah. This effectively means I get 6 hoorah's which converts from the metric to the American system into 2 hooray's.
So sadly the last one left today. I really need to introduce myself to next year's brits as early in the year. Although I can only imagine how creepy that would be for them ("Hello, I was your exchange student predecessors' friend, so now you have to be my friend.) Not quite sure why I enjoy their company so much but maybe I can come up with a random list of possible reasons why...
1- I get a chance to use my Sean Connery/lucky charms accents
2- We all complain about France
3- We all will need liver transplants by 40.
4- I get to laugh at them when they say "aluminEEum" or call tp loo paper....ha loo.
5- When they leave and have to throw out all their stuff my spice rack doubles...although I do wonder who needs that much rosemary.
6- I get to call them socialist commie bastards...they get to punch me in the face.
7- Their habitual binge drinking and their constant readiness to go out 5 nites a week...which isn't really a good thing because that really comes from their pass/fail status...meaning I'm screwed when our professors finally decide it's time to grade our exams.

random thought - I think our professors were waiting till after 6-6-06 to grade our exams...think about it, if you had to do a ton of work how pissed would you be if the apocalypse happened after you did all that work so it was pointless. I'd be like, "Jesus Christ!" And he'd be like "yep how'd you guess."

BTW - I got 4 comments on the last blog...so you're telling me if I slack off and write a boring blog ya'll will shower me with attn (yes 3 people plus one deleted entry is a showering). I'd like to point out that system is way too much like the brits' pinko commie welfare system...and nobody likes people on welfare. Speaking of liking people on welfare, one of my friends read this blog and said "that blog was completely your sense of humor...I want the 15 mins of my life back." Well too bad...I already sold it on ebay. Oh look there's a pic of that fellow pirate now. Revenge is so much sweeter....when you're an interenet nerd.

BTWW (like PPS...go with it...I've started a new trend) I forgot a facebook rule that I thought was too obvious to mention but goes along with the relationship button being the devil. To conceal their identity (and because they would never admit publicly to knowing me) I don't mention people's names in this blog...so let me just say this story comes from a good friend whose first name sounds like E.N. (http://www.xanga.com/shimmimoose) and has a nickname of cotton candy (I'll save that story for another day). So imagine E.N.'s horror and surprise to log on facebook and find that he is no longer in a relationship because he has been facebook dumped. Now you might be saying to yourself how could anybody do that...to which I would retort...I have no idea...how anyone could be in a relationship with a guy with a name like E.N.

BTWW - The third reason I'm called Cpt Morgan (by myself in the mirror) is my red beard I grow out...or as I call it my exam good luck charm.Notice the unattached hand on the shoulder...I call it parrot. It mimicks me in sign language.