Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Here's Some More Crap

    Here's a joke I came up with my Brother on Way II Christmas. -- So, I'm taking a defensive driving class, and I'm getting into a lot of accidents, mostly because I think the best defense is a good offense.  I'd say we each contributed about 50% to it.  And, phrased better, it could be a real joke.  I'm happy with it.  That happened before the last entry.  Me writing it here throws the time-space continuum all out of whack.  The point is Great.  Got Halal Food for tonight.  Asked for a little white sauce.  Forget that.  I gotta go all out from now on.  Consequences Be Damned.
    Anyway, what the what.  70% of the movies I've been watching are teen comedies/romantic comedies/teen romantic comedies.  Mostly because I think the best defense is a good offense.  That, and those are the movies I wouldn't have watched before.  Great.  Got a new bottle of alcohol.  50% an Adult move and 50% a Child move.  I'm an Adult because I did something.  It's a Child because it's an irresponsible thing to do.  All evens out in the end, one imagines.  Halal Food was 6 dollars.  I go, does that come with soda?  He goes, No... but you can take one anyway.  I look at the choices.  I go, You got anything diet?  He goes into his van and gets a can of diet coke.  This guy is a real Hero.  Not only did he offer me a free soda, but he went out of his way to get one for me.
    That's gonna look good on his Yelp Review.  Which is a thing that borders on being applicable thing I've been led to believe.  That sure is English.  Anyway.  It was a story I'd remember for years to come.  What else.  Philosophy is next week.  I hope I learn the good stuff.  There's gotta be a lot of Philosophy out there and I hope I get the good stuff.  You know it makes sense because I said the same thing in multiple sentences.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I poured myself some orange juice but diluted it with too much water.  50/50 would be a reasonable way to go.  Limits the calories.  I did like 80/20 water.  No good.  It was a something I'd remember for years of something.
    Anyway, what the what.  I had a dream someone complimented my haircut.  That's about where I'm at in life these days.  Looks like the McDonalds that closed down is turning into a Korean BBQ Restaurant.  I figured it out by looking at the makeshift sign.  It said Korean BBQ Restaurant.  Didn't have to do that much extrapolating.  The point is When is Osmosis Jones coming on T.V.  I don't know why that's the point.  Oh well, live and learn.  Fourth paragraph.  Still no grade from Comedy Class.  Oh well, I guess those credits won't count.  A whole small amount of work for nothing.  I went to class a lot.  Class is work.  It involves a devilish amount of walking and sitting. 
    Wonderful.  That would make this the fifth paragraph I guess.  Philosophy, huh?  I've heard of that.  There's the Ben Folds song Philosophy.  There's the Elliott Smith album Either/or-- A PHILOSOPHY REFERENCE.  O...other stuff.  "I see a wilderness for you and me/punctuated by philosophy"-- Belle & Sebastian.  I Rest My Case.  What case.  What's up.  I don't know.  Soccer-a-tease.  That was unnecessary.  What else is going on.  I'm a little worried that the Halal guy was white.  Is that something I should be concerned about?  Only time will tell.  Hey broseph lemme get some chicky chicky yeah and some lambtastic over riceizzle buddy ya heard?  You got to know how to talk to these people.
    Wonderful.  How do I say "No Salad."  Maybe that's implied.  Who can say for sure.  The point is Entry Moves On.  That driving joke is a real joke.  That's how I feel.  Pretty good chance this soda was poisoned.  The point is if I die from poisoning now you know why.  Well, unless someone else was poisoned.  When President, Trump is gonna need someone to taste-test his Inauthentic Mexican food.  Donald Trump is gonna send all the Taco Bells back to Mexico, right?  That's what I heard.  Terrible joke.  Terrible.
    New paragraph, though.  I got that going for me.  The point is I won't have to make a special walk to just get alcohol for months.  Class starting back up.  Seventh paragraph.  I don't know.  It's hard to give good directions for white sauce.  The standard is too high.  A little is too low.  I'm at the ends of my wits or something.  That's a thing.  Is it possible my Professor forgot he taught a class this past semester?  Probably not.  Can't discount it completely, though.  Gotta be something.  Alright.  This crap has gone on long enough.  Let's get into some goofballs and funnybones.  Have you heard the deal.  About what.  You tell me.  Hold for applause, hold for applause, hold for applause.... *Applause*
    New paragraph, though.  That's pretty good.  Flaming Lips show in March.  Forgot if I told you about that last entry.  Me and my Broseph are going.  I hear they do a good live show.  Play instruments and everything.  Should be good!  What else is going on and crap.  They got some Legit songs ya heard.  The point is what else.  I still feel they should be named The Flaming Michigans but who am I to say.  Crap and crap.  Eighth paragraph.  Pot committed at this point.  Gotta write more stuff.  Two more days of 2016.  Whatta year.  I did some stuff.  Took several classes.  Considered getting a guitar teacher.  All in all, another chapter in the books.
    Why.  Paragraph.  I got something to look forward to when entry is done, though.  Halal Food.  That gives me some sort of pleasure and crap.  I'm probably not poisoned.  That's good news.  All in all, crap.  Still have to watch the last 20 minutes of Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen.  I'm at the edge of my seat!  I bet everything works out in the end.  Not sure, though.  Gotta watch.  If this is what a night at the museum looks like, I can't wait to see a Day at the museum!  That's my review.  Anyway, crap, crap, crap.  So much more writing to do.  That's no good.  Let's see.  I can do a 10 paragrapher.  That's one more paragraph.  I did the math. 
    Let's see where I'm at after this paragraph.  Stuff and crap.  Can you put Styrofoam in the microwave.  Only one way to find out!  Ask someone you trust.  I don't need to do anything now.  Going into today, had to get alcohol.  Now my schedule is blank until Tuesday.  You know what that means-- Party Down!  I can't wait until New Years.  I don't know why.  I said it because I was pretty sure I could say something silly to follow up and qualify it, but gave up pretty easily.  I should go for 12 paragraphs.  That's doable.  Sorry, I think I misspelled, "Double."  Live and learn.  How'd they come up with The Ground Rule Double.  What was that guy smoking, am I right?!
    Probably not.  Oh well.  Crap and crap.  What was the call when Randy Johnson exploded that bird on the pitch.  Just a do-over?  Can't really call it a ball or a strike.  Must have just been a do-over.  Maybe it was a balk.  More like a squawk.  Hehahaheh.  Wonderful.  Two paragraphs to go.  The point is I want to hang out at an Opium Den.  Let's get one up and running.  Gonna die when I'm 72.  That's what Computer says.  That's no good.  It is eight sets of nine years, sure.  Or nine sets of eight years.  But, beyond that, why.  What else. 
    Last paragraph presumably.  Let's get what the whating with it.  When are they gonna start selling White Sauce at super markets.  That'll be the day and whatnot.  Crap and crap.  The day that the weight of the average American goes up a pound and a half.  Hahehah.  Anyway, I'm gonna aim for 15 paragraphs.  That's more respectable than 12.  It's three more.  I crunched the numbers and crap.  Let's see.  28 years, that's four sets of seven.  72 years, that's a little more than 10 sets of seven.  I've got 6 and change sets of seven to go.  That's pretty good.  That's a fair amount of seven years. 
    Huh?  Sure.  13th paragraph.  That's how I roll.  I'm gonna ask Internet if I can put Styrofoam in the microwave.  I trust The Internet.  Anyway.  Internet gave me mixed messages.  I guess I'll have to err on the side if playing it safe.  Wonderful.  Half the fun is eating it out of the Styrofoam.  I can always take it out of the Styrofoam and put it back in.  That's fun.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Two and a half paragraphs to go.  I Kant Explain-- The Who.  That's how that goes.
    Penultimate paragraph!  We did it almost for a shorter than usual amount of time/space/continuum.  One thing I can do without is the kind of Kid-Punk music they have as soundtracks for Teen Movies.  Do Without It hardcore.  Childish Punk, sure, that's okay.  Kid Punk, no thank you.  I don't know.  Close to ending the entry.  Whatta Triumph Of The Will.  One of the books I got for Christmas is abuot the 50 greatest strategies ever.  War strategies, political strategies, ETC.  One of the chapters was called The Final Solution.  That sums that up.  Cause it's supposed to be like uplifting and inspiring.  Then you come across The Final Solution.  Whatta laugher.
    Last paragraph probably one would imagine!  Though, 20 paragraphs is lookin' pretttty good right about now.  It'll show I have perseverance and stamina and dedication.  It's about time people think of me in positive terms.  That's how I feel and crap.  And now that I'm at a place where I'm almost definitely not poisoned I can get on with the entry with the concentration I'm well known for.  That means five and a half more paragraphs.  Hah!  I laugh at your five paragraphs!  And the five paragraphs will inspire Ha-Ha's, Laugher!  Let's move on and whatnot.  Now that I'm drinking alcohol, anything is possible!  Not a bad quote to be known for.
    Wonderful.  Only five more days until Philosophy.  Great.  In Spring I get to take Playwriting Workshop.  Creative juices will be flowing!  I'll make a point to see to that.  Maybe I can write a prolonged version of Cart People.  Maybe I can not do that.  The possibilities are endless.  Or, twofold.  Either endless or twofold.  Anyway, crap the crap.  The point is Yes My Haircut Is Great.  I have it on good authority.  Imaginary person in my dream.  Anyway, crap the crap.  Maybe the reason I haven't gotten my grade is because Professor can't decide to give me a C- or A+.  The story was either wonderful or terrible.  Just can't decide.  Just give me a B+ and lets move on with our lives.
    That's how I feel.  This is, what, 17th paragraph?  Probably.  I'm doin' it!  I'm really doin' it!  It's every child's dream to eventually write 20 paragraphs.  I'm livin' the life!  What else.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Hit another wall just now.  But a wall I can climb!  Gotta do something with the wall.  Either climb it, or look at it for a while and then go home.  Anyway, what the what.  Tunnel under it.  That's a big concern.  Apparently the Great Wall of China is the only man-made structure seen by space.  Ha-ha, fooled ya, the camera-space-ship that's judging that is man-made.  You are such a gullible.
    Not sure what that accomplished.  Three paragraphs to go, though.  Right on target.  Good for China.  Great Wall.  We all agree it's Great.  It's not The Adequate Wall of China.  And so on and whatcrap.  What else is crappening.  Trying to stop eating late at night because it might be causing my acid-reflux.  Probably a good habit, anyway.  The point is Crap.  Two and a half paragraphs to go!  Then, who knows.  Not me.  I don't know, crap and crap.  Smart TV or Guitar/Vocal Teacher.  My parents have stipulated that either one, I need to clean up my room first.  I can do that.  Probably.  It'll take me a few hours, but I can do it.  Maybe even several hours. 
    Penultimate!  Yes!  Also, yes, I'm 13.  Gotta clean up my room, based on possible incentives.  Wonderful.  Crap and crap.  Let's see.  What the what.  If TV has decided these are the movies I have to watch, then these are the movies I have to watch.  Who am I to argue with TV.  Paragraph and a half to go.  Thought I would barely make 10 paragraphs.  Made/will make 20.  And only 65% of it is transitional phrases.  But, boy, those transitional phrases are great.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  I like watching Twilight Zone during New Years.  It's fun because I enjoy the show.  I don't know why you guys are watching it.
    I guess.  Gonna keep writing until I stop.  Because that's how logic works.  I heard if you put DVDs on upside-down, it plays the movies backward.  Not sure what that accomplished.  Maybe you know.  E-mail me what you think that accomplished at rhoah3@goua.com.  I don't know what that accomplished either.  Oh well.  Man, imagine if this was a 25 paragraph entry.  Why imagine when I CAN DO!  Probably.  Because of crap and crap.  I'm probably slightly addicted to writing Crazysheet.  On the real.  It surely influences my reward system in my brain and whatnot.  Gotta do something.
    Five paragraphs to go!  Then I'm definitely done.  Anyway, crap and crap.  That means I gotta write more crap.  But it's for a good cause.  Making me feel better.  I can't think of a better cause than that.  I bet Bill Cosby voted for Donald Trump.  He surely appreciates someone taking the heat off him for a while.  That's how I feel and crap.  What else is how I feel and crap.  I don't know.  Five paragraphs seems like a lot now, but in three paragraphs, I'll be at the penultimate paragraph.  Gotta break things up into sizable portions.  Watched The House Bunny yesterday.  I like watching Pretty People on my TV.  I get a real kick out of that.
    Four paragraphs to go!  Anyway.  What else.  At least I don't have school tomorrow or anything.  I got a solid few more days left.  Just lay back and let it flow.  Life flow, I guess.  I guess.  Gotta flow something.  I don't know.  Entry, entry, entry.  Paragraphs.  Words.  Sentences.  Bullshit.  This is the 22nd paragraph.  Three more and a half to go.  I can do this.  Probably.  Man, I'll feel great when this entry is over.  Gotta feel something.
    Alright.  What else.  Crap and crap.  Hit a third wall.  Now, back, and better than ever.  Except all those times in the past where I was better.  Besides those, though... Crap and crap.  Three to go, right?  23rd paragraph?  Awesome.  I can't wait till six months from now when I read back in December 2016 and realize how fucking terrible it was.  Something you only learn from experience.  That sort of crap.  I don't konw.  Still have a sustainable amount on Poker.  Just gotta play smart.  Play Smart, Play S-Mart.  Ya got that!  What else. 
    Two more paragraphs.  Then I'll have accomplished something and whatnot.  I don't know.  Say some crap and whatnot.  What time is The Office on tonight.  Wait, whaaaaaaat.  Jeez.  Crap and crap.  I eat dinner late at night.  I don't eat late at night, though.  Dinner is at 9 or 10.  Eating late at night would be 11 or 12.  Let's get our stories straight and whatnot.  Not sure if that applies here.  Pretty sure it doesn't.  Sure is some sentences, though.  What else is crap.  After a couple of sentences, we're into the last paragraph.  That's pretty cool.   I don't know.
    Alright!  Last paragraph!  What is crappening.  I don't know.  Entry almost being over.  That's crappening even as we speak.  I don't know.  Entry.  Bullshit.  Crapdom.  Will this be the last entry of 2016?  Possibly.  Possibly not, though.  I've narrowed it down to those two things.  What does 2017 have in store for us.  Hopefully a comedic take on the bumbling of Donald Trump.  And not a serious take on the serious bumbling of Trump.  Not gonna put my money on it.  Mostly because I have no money.  Crap and crap.  Hopefully Trump goes down in history as Man, remember when we elected Donald Trump?  What we were thinking?!  Or something along those lines.  Essentially anything without him destroying the world would be a positive.  I'll see ya later.

-8:18 P.M.

Great, now I have "The Final Solution" in my google browser history.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

New Entry What The What

    I'm here friends.  Writing some sort of crap one would imagine.  I don't have all the details yet.  The point is less than a week left of Vacation.  Had Christmas a few days ago.  My favorite part was Great.  What else is crappening.  I changed a light bulb in my room.  You know what that's like, right?  Got my Dad to do it.  That's how I do things.  Farm things out to other people.  I'm a real management type, you know.  You know, the people who should get paid 100x more than people who do stuff?  Makes sense to me.  Without management, people wouldn't know what to do.
    That's how I feel.  It's almost New Orleans Year.  I mean, New Year.  I'm looking forward to the New Susan Orlean's book after Adaptation.  Hope I get that as a New Years Eve present.  Probably just gonna get that big giant ball in New York.  And I have to share that with 50 million other people.  Whatta jip.  eBecause of budget cutbacks, this year's New Years Eve Ball will be a golf ball.  Imagine that!  Almost brings us to the verge of sort of considering that in more or less the same category of humor.  Probably.  What else and crap.  Got some good Christmas presents.  The Joy of Christmas.  Stupid having to share that with 500 million people.  Some good DVDs.  A good book.  All in all it was a Real Christmas.
    I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Re-deposited on Poker.  Because I lost it all.  Now, the goal is, don't lose it all.  I've crunched the numbers and not losing it all is a decidedly positive thing to aim for.  Weeesh.  It's officially winter yet.  Get a load of this crap.  Classes Next Week.  I hope I learn some Philosophy Hardcore.  You know, Aristotle and crap?  You wouldn't understand.  I think therefore, I am.  I don't understand, therefore, I'm man.  Just a little quote I've been working on.  Send me your thoughts at huuuuhhhhh@somethingelse.sure.  That's how I roll.  What else and crap.  Stupid new year.  Makes me write 17 in the year part of the date.  I don't have time to remember that.
    Sure don't.  New paragraph!  Sure do.  Fourth paragraph.  Got some seafood stir fry yesterday like a Hero.  I like Rice.  It makes me feel good inside.  That's my story and I'll stick to it, I guess.  Pot committed at this point.  Smart T.V. probably within the next few weeks.  Finally, I can watch things!  It's about time.  I'm still a little bit worried about having a T.V. that's smarter than me.  I'm pretty sure that's how The Terminator begins.  Either that, or Terminator sees an IBM murdered by a gangster, then falls down a well.  That sort of bullshit.  Are there robot super heroes?  Gotta be, right?  I'm sure there are robot super villains.  Why not hero. 
    These are the real issues, I feel.  Still no grade for Comedy Class.  Oh well.  Live and learn.  Uploaded the Poetry Class Music Album at https://theuppers.bandcamp.com/album/poetry-class.  That'll show 'em, that'll show all of 'em.  Why not.  Fifth paragraphizzle.  Got some money for Christmas.  That's good.  In the post-apocalyptic future, money is what we will use for currency.  Sure I said it before, I'll say it again, too.  Here's another thing I've probably said before, I don't get gold or diamonds or silver and whatnot.  Holy shit, its gold!  Who cares.  Beyond our collective decision to value it highly, in a monetary amount, who needs it.
    I thought my life was going nowhere, but Thank God I Have Some Gold!  Stupid bullshit.  What do you do with gold.  Show people a gold bar, Check It Out.  Look What I Got.  It's Gold.  Well, moving on...  Yeesh.  Crap and crap.  What The Fuckshit, it's only the sixth paragraph.  What else is going on.  Probably stupid shit and stuff.  Got to cross no fewer than 2 bridges and no more than 4 on Christmas Vacation.  That's how I roll.  Alright.  Five paragraphs and change.  Let's pretend this is either 50 or 33% of the entry.  Start a whole new section and whatnot.  In the same paragraph.  Because that's how I roll.  I don't follow The Rules of Structure.  Speaking of rules of structure, architecture.  My 7th grade English teacher was Robert Moses's nephew.  Pretty much my main claim to fame.  That and my Kindergarten teacher being best friends with the Lamb Chop lady in college.
    Wow.  What An Amazing.  Jeez.  It's remotely possible I get into a groove now or later while writing this.  Also, I've noticed at least two spelling/grammatical/saying the wrong words errors here.  Too lazy to fix 'em.  It's a Choose Your Own Adventure.  Hopefully you choose to be an Editor.  That's a guy who never made it onto Computer Oregon Trails.  Book Editor.  Anyway.  If Manifest Destiny was Now, there would be a lot of blogs by the pioneers.  Too much.  Anyway, what the crap and whatnot.  I was looking up American Indian Reservations and apparently the Navajo Nation has the biggest one.  Good for them.  I like the cut of their jib. 
    That's how I feel?  I guess.  I did say it.  Usually a good sign that someone feels a certain way.  Lost a dollar and a half in poker.  Well, there goes that.  I'm starting off my 50 dollar bankroll playing 2/5 cents instead of 1/2 cents like last time.  For strategy.  I feel I play better the higher the stakes are.  If I make it down to 35, though, then I drop down to 1/2.  I figure that's a reasonable way to go.  Poker Talk.  Hey, have you heard the good news about Pocket Jacks?  Yeesh.  This has got to be the eighth or ninth paragraph.  Eighth.  That's pretty good.  I feel okay with that.  Second half of Stir Fry for dinner today.  Awesome!
    Awesome!  I guess.  2017.  I wonder what the future has in store for us.  Probably stuff similar to the present, but ever so slightly more futuristic.  That would be my guess.  Turns out Carrie Fisher was a real Hero.  I can't say for sure because I never heard her on a Podcast.  I get all my information from Podcasts.  That's one way to go.  Now it's the ninth paragraph.  20 seems within reach.  Which would make that former estimate of percent-through-entry around 25%.  But after a paragraph and a half now, I'd be 50%.  Numbers, am I right?  I like that riddle-type thing about the Frog on one side of the river, and he keeps jumping halfway through what he has left, and never reaches the other side.  I sympathize with the Frog.  He's a real winner, this one.
    And by Winner I mean Person Who Will Never Win.  Except in teaching us, and knowledge is power, and the most important metric of all.  Now, help me beat up this IBM Computer.  Crap and crap.  Also, how does one go about buying stock in AOL.  Yeesh.  Hopefully there's leafs and stuff for the frog to land on.  You don't want him drowning on his first jump.  That would be a catastrophe.  I feel like I once saw a frog in the park near my house.  Probably.  I used to like those Frog & Toad books.  Don't remember anything about it.  But I remember liking them.  Can't get in the habit of playing too loose in poker.  That would be a catastrophe.
    Huh.  Great.  11th paragraph.  That's pretty good, I guess.  Sittin' at two tables instead of one, now.  Should help me play tighter, because my attention is now 2x what it was before.  Yeah, but that reaches the point of distratcting me from entry.  We'll see how it plays out a little bit and I may reduce it back to 1.  Issuesssss.  Gonna run out of alcohol tonight but I don't feel like leaving the house to get a new bottle.  Take care of that tomorrow.  I got enough to get by.  I went a couple of days without drinking before Last Entry, I musta talked about it.  Went pretty good.  No problems.
    Probably not.  What else is crap.  My theory is that Carrie Fisher's death was a hoax and she's just Fishing for... Compliments.  I don't really think that.  That would be unreasonable.  It's not so much Compliments as it is Good Will.  But there's a fair amount of Compliments that I feel comfortable using that word.  My Uncle invited me to go to a shooting range.  I don't know.  He reasoned, it would be a good experience.  And he's right.  But on the other hand, I might shoot my eye out.  I can't risk that.  I've grown attached to my eyeballs.  And they're definitely attached to me.  That's how I feel.  One Poker Question I'm not sure of is should I continue to play the 1.50$ sit'n gos.  I like them and feel I could turn a profit overall, probably, but I lost six of those in a row, that's practically 10 dollars.
    Too much risk.  Maybe allot like one or two per day.  That limits the risk.  Good idea, Mike!  Thanks... Mike!  13th paragraph.  Is it possible I haven't gotten my Comedy Grade yet because the professor is busy lobbying Queens College to allow him to give me an A+++++++++?  I can't think of another reason.  Except for him wanting to give me an A++++++++++++++++++.  Only two hypotheses I can fathom. If you get more than 3 Plusses, you become the teacher next semester.  I don't want to do that.  Seems like a lot of work.  And I'm hardly qualified.  Lots of holes in that theory.  Anyway.  Still watching a lot of T.V.  So many movies, so... many time.
    14!  Alright!  20 seems like a reasonable goal to aim for at this moment.  What else and crap.  Hah.  Hardly Qualified.  You're not qualified at all.  Jokezzzz.  Gettin' into the habit of listening to podcasts before I sleep instead of music.  I've heard a lot of music.  Some music, even more than once.  Haven't heard these new episodes of podcasts, though.  That's how I feel.  Just made a bad call, but then won a big pot on the other table.  Wonderful.  That's how that goes.  Poker is secondary, though.  Entry, that's what's important.  Whatta do tonight.  Got some DVDs I can watch.  Some stuff on TV.  Some stuff saved on my DVR.
    All in all I've got T.V. to watch.  That's what I got goin' on in life.  15th paragraph.  AA IN PREFLOP BRB WON POSTFLOP BACK.  I don't know.  Decent chance this'll be the last entry of 2016.  2017 starts the sixth year of crazysheet.net.  Wonderful.  Gotta do something.  Got some Floss from Dentist.  I'll floss stuff up, sure.  Probably the funnest Oral Hygiene thing there is.  What kind of Jerk decided funnest isn't a word.  No reason for it not to be.  Probably thinks he's funny, the jerk.  Some people just can't be reasoned with.  Anyway, cool.  Poured the last of the vodka into my soda.  We do have two bottles of wine that Uncle and Aunt gave my family for Christmas.  I don't like wine that much, though.  And I don't wanna have that conversation with my parents, Well, you're never gonna drink it!
    Don't wanna have that conversation hardcore.  16th paragraph.  Man, there were a few days there where I thought I would just stop My Poker Habit.  And I was like, hey, this is pretty good.  Then I got money back on there and I was like, Hey, this is pretty good, too!  That's how that rolls.  Up 2 and a half dollars already.  That's sustainable, right?  Sure.  What else and crap.  Let's see, best movie I've watched in the last week.  The Mist was pretty good.  One of the DVDs my Uncle gave me.  Too scary, though.  The best movie can't be scary.  It has to be something that made me feel good inside.  The Duff.  It was alright, I don't know about favorite, though!  Let's see, Trading Places, I still saw before last entry, I think.
    I'll keep you updated on this situation as it develops.  Just watched Miles Davis Don Cheadle movie.  It was alright.  It's funny because he's got problems.  Also, the title is a pun!  YES!  Apparently its from a real Miles Davis album.  EVEN BETTER!  He might have a drug problem but the dude knows some puns.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Class in only six days.  Maybe classmates'll be chill.  They gotta be something.  That's what I've been led to believe.  17th paragraph.  That's pretty good.  I don't know.  It's 3 and a half to go.  Less than a half.  Three and some perecentage less than a half.  I'd say between 3 and 0% and 3 and 50%. 
    Or, now, just 3.  Wonderful!  18th paragraph.  Whattado, whattado.  Been experimenting with the closed captions on my TV.  I always have it on.  Always have it on ALL CAPS, white font on black background.  Went through a few different options while watching Miles Ahead, then realized, I had it right all along.  It was a real triumph of the human experience and whatnot.  I like Zooming In on DVDS.  It's like you're the director.  You zoom in on a face, man, that face tells the whole story.  You wanna zoom in on an arm, totally different story.  It's almost too engaging and simulative.  I can't handle it.
    Wonderful.  2 to go!   All is right.  I don't really need to drink after Entry into the Evening.  I'll be fine and whatnot.  haven't even touched that last drink I concocted.  All is right.  I watched some other movies that were pretty good.  Please Believe Me.  Yeesh.  Crap and crap.  I don't know.  When I'm watching T.V., I can't wait to find out who Closed Captioning Is Brought To Me By.  Yeessssh.  I don't konw.  Not gonna eat dinner when I'm done here.  Not hungry yet.  Trying to stop eating late at night.  I got acid-reflux and that might be doing it.  But, then again, I've gone a few days without eating that late, and I still get the acid-reflux, so it probably isn't that.  I'll keep you updated on this situation as it develops.
    For now, though, last paragraph.  Wonderful.  Didn't think I had it in me.  Proved myself wrong once again.  If I'm proving myself wrong, doesn't that prove that I was ultimately right?  Little Brain Buster for you to consider.  Well, lost an all in with KK against AA.  Was pretty sure he had AA, but what can I do.  Such is life.  I can always prolong this entry tog et back into the groove of feeling good about myself.  That might work.  It's crazysheet enough that it just might crazysheet.net.  Sure, right?  Why not.  25 paragraphs?  That's five more.  I've crunched the numbers.
    Stupid bullshit.  Not paying attention to flop.  The good news is let's Flop It Up with Crazysheet. Except this time... It Means A Good Thing.  Probably.  Why wouldn't it and whatnot.  Sure I'll take losing a few dollars if it means I write a real quality entry.  The good news is, I may be out of alcohol to drink, but I've got plenty of cigarettes to drink.  Let's get NASA working on that one.  There's another movie I saw!  Apollo 13.  Which I believe was the working title for that part in Creed where he's in Juvie. Sure scenes have titles.  Even working titles.  What are you, some sort of chump.  A lot of these movies I've been watching are great movies to pay 45% attention to while spending 55% attention on your phone.
    That's how I feel for some reason.  22nd paragraph.  I'm Doin It!  I'm Doin It!  Wonderful.  The good news is Great. KK IN PREFLOP BRRB WON THE BLINDS BACK.  Gotta stop doing that.  The good news is some more paragraphs.  I can do it.  Just gotta get ready.  Entry, entry.  Finished the alcohol.  That's great.  Considered taking a third Ritalin earlier in entry but decided against it.  Still deciding against it.  Three to go after this one.  I can do that.  I've done it before.  I'll do it again in the future.  Probably.
    Let's see, what the what.  One more paragraph till Penultimate Paragraph.  Then one more till End.  Then, no more.  Zip.  Wonderful.  Movies, movies.  The Deer Hunter is the other DVD I got that I haven't seen.  I'll watch that.  I just hope the Deer end up Okay.  Hopefully they used trick photography to show them hunting deer.  Let's Pray On It.  Anyway.  Crap and crap.  Wonderful.  Where was I.  Oh, right.  Apollo 13.  Good movie.  I remember, when it was in theaters, they had some sort of promotion, where you get a special Popcorn holder, or a special drink holder.  Some sort of special thing.  I've got a decent memory.  The specifics escape me, sure, but they did their job.  I rememered they had a promotion, essentially.
    I also remember the off-season of the Simpsons where they had Who Shot Mr. Burns.  They had some sort of tie in to movies being shown at the theater.  I don't have the details.  The point is, hey, penultimate paragraph.  Sounds like a challenge.  That's another space craft.  Nailed it.  That's essentially a joke/thing my Dad would say.  The that's another space craft bit.  Let's celebrate me turning into my Father ever-so-slowly.  Except for the fact that he's a hard working man.  I'm a minimum working boy.  Also, other stuff.  The point is crap and crap.
    Finished off a few drops that were left in Alcohol. Perfect.  The entry is almost over.  Then back to crap.  Made up some ground in poker.  Such is life.  Also, when this entry is over, I get to move on in my life.  You know, watching different things on T.V., and crap?  So I got that going for me.  Eat dinner later.  Take a bath and whatnot.  Lots of stuff to do, is all I'm sayin'.  I'll see ya later.

-7:09 P.M.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Let's Go Title

    Wonderful.  I think I've been sarcastically, in entry, going, I'm gonna Do a Hero or I'm gonna Be a Productive too many times that it broke my brain.  Now I think in terms like that.  Oh well, live some, lose some.  Did a Hero today, saw my Endocrinologist and Dentist.  First dentist visit since sharing Licking Hygienist story in my paper.  I think I've found a way around that impulse.  Start thinking with my teeth.  Just focus all my energy on my teeth.  Tongue won't know what hit it.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Us men, always thinking with our teeth... The point is what else is crap.  I saw an x-ray of my teeth.  Half of it is pretty good.  Other half could use some improvement.
    That's life I suppose.  Also, got three burritos from Chipotle!  That's one for everyday up until Christmas.  Forget the three wise men, I've got the three burritos!  Which are comparable in many ways.  Mostly, the number that they are.  Pretty much only in the number they are, I guess.  Gained one pound over the last three months.  That's not supposed to happen.  It's within the margin of error, though.  Not too upset about it.  I don't know.  Entry writin' now, though.  That's what I got goin' on and whatnot.  Dunkin Donuts is one corporation not afraid to not use complete words.  No one's gonna want to buy a coffee from a place called Dunking Donuts!  Let's talk about it.
    Crap.  Got a haircut and a shave yesterday.  That's a Productive.  Good for me.  Got Poetry Grade.  A.  Not a grade, A as a grade!  What's The Deal With Things!  Whatta laugher.  I don't know.  Let's start gettin' serious.  Whatammi gonna do for a week and a half.  It's almost two weeks.  Just two days less than being two weeks.  That's something to get pumped about.  The point is Crap.  Still flirting with the idea of getting a guitar/vocal teacher.  You know, the idea I've been considering for roughly 82 years?  Gotta do something.  That might be the something that takes me from Point K to Point 7.  Only one way to find out!  Think about it some more.
    But, wha, you... What else is going on.  Philosophy in Winter.  Playwriting and Enviro Science in Spring.  Got it all planned out and crap.  Wonderful.  I hope in Environmental Science they teach us How To Be Electro From Spiderman.  That's the sort of thing they teach, right?  Oh, I guess not.  That's probably chemistry.  Or physics.  Maybe biology.  Seems like it would incorporate elements from all three.  But Enviro sounds like Electro.  I don't know what to think!  Hah.  Got three burritos.  Time to turn this vacation right-side-up.
    Yeesh.  Fourth paragraph. Tricked ya, it's the fifth.  You are The Most Gullible.  What else.  Parents bought some Hennessey to bring to Christmas.  I've never drank Hennessey.  I'm under the impression it's a cool thing to drink.  Like rappers and stuff.  That sort of thing.  So I got that going for me.  Better than the Kahlua we brought the last couple of years.  Not a fan.  Man, I can't wait to get Fucked Up on Christmas with my family.  That's how that might go.  The good news is I can tolerate everyone's presence hardcore enough without booze.  Not just them.  I can tolerate most presences I come across, I find.  Pretty open to being everybody's friend.  Let's get that message out there.  I want to be everyone's friend.
    Sure, why not.  Lots of songs saying this is the best time of year, because of Christmas.  I'm sorry, have you not heard of The Spring?  Or have you heard the good news about Fall? ...Summer?  Anyway, crap and crap.  Pretty sure I covered all the seasons there.  What else do I have upcomin' over the break.  Crap and stuff, I guess.  Bracin' myself for an A- or A in Comedy Class, but am braced to see a B or B+.  B-, that would be a let down.  That's how I feel.  Also, Bracin' would help that half of my teeth that I could do without.  Anyway.  This has gotta be the sixth paragraph.  One would imagine I'll have a great feeling of fulfillment after 20.  And then a great feeling of full-ment after eating my burrito.
    I don't know.  Gotta do something.  Then, when I'm done, at least I can go, Well, Did Somethin'.  Taking a page out of Dunkin' Donuts playbook there.  Somethin'.  It's hard to tell when a ' is italics.  Anyway.  A '.  An '.  Choose your own adventure.  Crap and crap.  Made a bad call with AA with 4 to a straight out there.  Oh well.  Live and learn.  I learned that this website is distracting me.  Oh well.  This is the primary concern.  Gotta roll with the punches.  I was hoping someone would call my overcall and I'd have him beat and get some money back.  It's poker, you wouldn't understand.
    Let's see, crap, crap.  Now I know to fold when I think I don't have the best hand.  Whowouldathunkit.  Imagine if I do have the best hand, though.  I would win all what be in the pot!  Such is life.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  There's better things to do than lose a dollar a day on average.  What those things are, I don't have the answers yet.  But I'll figure it out, just give me some time.  Eighth paragraph.  That's pretty good.  At this rate I will have an entry completed at some point.  I don't know.  Let's see, crap, crap...
    I don't know.  What else.  Only the ninth paragraph.  Gotta cut it short at some point.  This is going nowhere.  Watched Trading Places this morning.  That Sure Was A Movie.  No one can take that away from them.  Why would they even try.  Who are these people.  I still Did Something if its only ten paragraphs.  Why not.  Gotta do something else one would imagine.  Let's see, crap and crap.  What can I type that would bring me to the final paragraph.  Probably words and stuff, that's a given.  Arranging the words into sentences.  Having multiple sentences.  It's a whole big thing overall.
    Great!  What else.  If I just drop back down to playing 1 cent/2 cent, I've got a decent bankroll for that.  I can do that one would imagine.  I have some self control one would imagine.  I can put that skill into practice one would imagine.  Probably.  Gotta watch something tonight.  If not two things!  So many things.  Was biting my nails between Hygienist and Dentist.  Realized, Hey, I can't do this!  Spit out the nail.  I almost landed myself into a world of trouble.  That solves that problem.  I guess.  I'll see ya later.

-6:48 P.M.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

I'mma Do Something For Some Reason

    No shit.  Anyway, crap the crap.  Vacation is in full swing.  Which is an expression for some reason.  No one knows exactly why.  Gonna get a haircut tomorrow.  If not now, when.  If not why, who.  If not sure, okay.  So far, Vacation hasn't been so good.  At first I was gettin' into a groove watching movies.  Now, I'm bored.  Bored and bored.  Maybe this'll get me into a groove.  It's gotta do something.  I started out at Point C and, by golly, I'mma get to Point P.  I'm also gonna commit to spelling it I'mma when I'ma is probably the way to go in retrospect.  What else.  Down in poker.  Still relatively enough is how I feel.  Christmas in a few days.  I can't wait to get presents.  There's a brief moment before opening presents where you can imagine it might be something worthwhile.
    Presents are great.  Don't matter what they are.  As long as they come from a compassionate loving place, what more can you ask for.  A good present, dammit.  Oh well, live and learn.  Chicken Pot Pie for dinner tonight.  Or two hot dogs with some fries.  I got both.  One for tonight, one for tomorrow.  I'm still in a choosing stage of the equation.  That's pretty cool.  Two appointments on Thursday.  Internist.  Great.  Dentist.  Wonderful.  Go home.  Sure.  The point is What Else.  Signed up for an Environmental Science Class for Spring that satisfies, I think, the last class I'll have to take that isn't English.  That'll show 'em.  All of 'em.
    I guess.  Why wouldn't it.  Sure.  Entry, huh.  I've done that before.  At least I think I have.  Wonderful.  Crap and crap.  I'm sick of not getting good haircuts.  It's mostly my fault because I don't know what to ask for.  But sometimes I just say do whatever you think is right and it still turns out bad.  Gotta share the blame taking that into consideration.  Still, gotta do it.  My hair is cut in a way that it looks progressively more stupid the longer it gets.  Just my luck.  Why can't I just go what's the best haircut you could imagine for me and it turn out great.  Why.
    Anyway, crap the crap.  Fourth paragraph.  So far, whatever.  The point is it's almost 2017.  That's not supposed to happen.  That's the future and whatnot.  Pretty sure I said that for 2015, 2016, and 2014.  Seems like something I would have said.  The point is now its even more the future.  Just my luck.  I don't know.  If there's a new sequel to Back To The Future it'd have to be called Back To The Past.  And then Brendan Frasier will sue because it sounds too much like Blast From The Past.  And then where would we be.  In a complicated legal preceding.  That's not good for anyone.  Anyway, crap the crap.
    I don't know.  Sure is killing a small amount of time, this entry is.  For me, at least.  For you, it's increasing time.  Because its a negative thing overall and whatnot.  Oh well, live and learn.  No grade for either class yet.  Gotta response from Poetry Teacher about my final portfolio/paper.  Was kind of subdued for the portfolio aspect.  Possibly because I went through to again and found I repeated the same poem twice.  That doesn't look good.  Now he knows I spent two minutes putting it together.  I did have 10 songs in addition to the ten pages of poetry though, with no duplicates.  That's pretty good.
    Two or three other people mentioned me in their Final Response Paper about how great I am or something.  I stopped reading at Mike.  Well, did what I need to do.  Someone talked about me.  Let's leave it there and just imagine it was something great.  The best poet in the class in my opinion, one of the main people I would talk to before class, mentioned me.  That's a pretty cool honor.  She said I was good at rhyme.  Alright!  I'm good at something!  I knew it, deep down.  What else.  Final Grade for Comedy Class will inform me on whether I shuold e-mail him to ask him for comments about Story.  Like I said, he could have hated it or loved it.  Not much space in between.  Or he could have hated aspects and loved aspects.  Good chance that's how that went overall.
    Anyway, what the what.  Seventh paragraph.  That's good stuff.  What else.  Hey, I'm doin' somethin'!  It might not be great, but it sure is something.  You can't take that away from me.  Well, you probably can.  Please don't, though.  I need it.  Need it hardcore.  I don't know.  Chicken Pot Pie is healthy.  It's healthy because there's stuff in it.  If only I could order it without the corn and peas.  Then it's all good stuff.  The way it is, I have to eat around the corn and peas.  And, if they manifest themselves in my fork, not really bite into it apprpriately and taste it.  They're taking away from me 100% eating it regularly because of that nonsense.  Just my luck and whatnot.
    Great.  I don't know.  Delivery'll get here between 6 and 7.  Probably put it in the oven for 40 minutes even though its supposed to be heated up.  So I got some stuff planned, that's the point.  At least for the next two hours.  What else.  I do like the pastry aspect of it, though.  That's Aces.  Get a bottle of alcohol when I get my haircut.  Killing two things with one other thing.  I don't have the details.  Crap and crap.  Philosophy Winter.  Playwriting and Environmental Science Spring.  Summer To Be Determined.  That's how that goes I guess.  Gettin' close to graduating.  And having to make excuses for why I don't have/aren't looking actively for a job.  Dammit and whatnot. 
    Crap and crap.  Ninth paragraph.  They still need a show to take over for The Nightly Show.  I would nominate myself but no one knows who I am and I'm not in any position with the network to nominate anyone let alone myself.  Oh well, live and learn.  Crap and crap.  That's my own inspired version of live and learn.  Instead of Live and Learn, how about Crap and Crap.  Gotta coin some phrases.  If not how, why.  If not sure, okay.  If not whatever, who cares.  I don't know.  Halfway through the entry almost.  That's pretty good.  And I only used transitional phrases for 20-30% of it.  Could be worse, is all I'm saying and whatnot.
    Let's see, crap, crap...  I'm doin' something now.  That's pretty good.  For the rest of the night, I can tell myself, Hey, I just did something!  Let's build on that and make tonight something really worthwhile.  That's how that might go.  What else and crap.  New Year of Crazysheet.  We had 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016.  Now one more to add to the heap.  That's alotta numbers.  Almost too much to count.  That's how I feel and whatnot.  Anyway, crap the crap, half an entry to go if I aim for typical length of paragraphs.  Christmas.  New Years.  Class.  What The Crap, I only have two weeks before Class.  And that's filled with Christmas and New Years.  That'll divert my attention. 
    Great, just great.  White Font on Back Background for January?  It's been a while.  Certainly a possibility, though.  That's great.  Eleventh paragraph.  Alright!  That's great.  Have there been any jokes this entry.  Live and learn.  Win some lose some.  If not crap, sure.  Let's move on.  Maybe do a Music Open Mic next week.  That's something to do.  Gotta figure out which songs to play.  And which versions of those songs to play.  And carry my guitar all the way and whatnot.  Acoustic.  I found out last time they don't have Amps ready for people, and I'm not carrying that around.  I have a couple of songs.  I could potentially do that.  And record it!  That'll learn 'em. 
    What else.  Thought that food was here.  Turned out to be a neighbor.  I assume they wanted a cup of sugar.  That's the logical conclusion to make.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Building myself back up in poker.  That's pretty good.  12th paragraph.  Pretty good itself.  I don't know.  Movies to watch.  Yes Man.  Fred Claus.  A third thing.  Crap and crap.  The point is the Vacation Is Going Real Mediocre-ly.  Serves me right for calling movies mediocre.  That's karma for ya and whatnot.  I don't know.  Christmas.  Get to go to New Jersey.  I love driving on high ways.  Well, not drive.  Riding in cars on high ways.  It's fun.  Goin' somewhere relatively far away!  Oh boy!  Look at all this crap along the way!
    Because there's things wrong with me and whatnot.  13th paragraph.  Crap and crap.  Really enjoy myself tonight.  I did a Productive.  I'm a Hero.  Up In Poker.  Everything's Comin' Up Crazysheet.  Anyway.  Still the 13th paragraph.  That's not great, but I can learn to live with it over the next five or ten minutes.  Then, joy, 14th paragraph.  Really gettin' into the shit and whatnot.  There's lots of movies to watch.  If only there was a Crazysheet-Style show Mondays Through Thursdays After The Daily Show.  One can dream.  Probably.  You'd need to get some sleep but that's half the battle.  When you're asleep you can dream a long time.  It's weird, dreams seem to take like 20 or 30 minutes, is my experience.  I've been sleeping for ten hours.  What's the deal.
    14th!  Alright!  Food came.  Eatin' at 7.  It's 6:29.  Let's see if I can write seven paragraphs before then.  No pressure.  It would be appropriate if I could, but if I don't, who really cares, am I right?  Probably.  I'm right roughly 60% of the time.  That's better than just flipping a coin.  Much better.  I watched The Dark Knight with my Mom a couple of days ago.  I had been hyping it up to her, becasuse, while not the target audience, I knew it would entertain her.  She was okay with it.  If she wasn't, she woulda quit watching it before it ended.  She liked it fine.
    That's great.  #Hero.  I correctly went through all the famous people playing characters in The Dark Knight but I forgot Gary Oldman.  I knew Commisioner Gordon was a famous actor, but didn't know who.  Dad figured out it was Gary Oldman.  Whole family is coming together to pull a Hero.  Oldman.  That's a family name for a family of old people.  That's logic, that's all that is.  Got a collection of croutons from my Dad's Dinner which he doesn't eat.  Doesn't get much better than croutons.  Plus, now I know how to spell Croutons.  Win/win/win.  I can start bingewatching some shows.  Silicon Valley is supposed to be great.  Let's see if I can commit myself to starting that.
    16th paragraph!  Wow, I almost did it.  I didn't know I had it in me and whatnot.  Also got a quarter pound of Assorted Cookies.  I like cookies, especially when they're assorted.  Don't have to commit yourself to just one kind of cookie.  That's right up my alley and crap.  Right Up My Alley is code for anal sex.  You heard it here first.  Still on the 16th paragraph.  Wonderful.  I'm not even hungry.  I got chicken pot pie in the oven for nothing.  Hopefully my parents will learn to forgive me over time.  Guess I could just stop the oven now.  They'll understand, right?  Let's hope.
    Alright, turned oven off.  Now my evening is free to do whatever I want.  I can eat as late as whenever, no one's gonna tell me when to eat.  Except at Christmas.  We're only there for a few hours so there's a finite amount of time we can eat.  That sort of crap.  17th paragraph.  Wonderful.  Apparently there's a guy named Jonathan Stewart who isn't Jon Stewart.  Whoudathink it.  He's trending on Facebook.  I get all my news from what's trending on Facebook.  Let the people speak!  Except for when its fake news.  Which it is half the time.  And the other half the time its not news.
    Wonderful.  How many paragraphs will this entry be.  One can only guess at this point.  Should get my grades within the next couple of days.  Aimin' for a B+ in comedy and an A- in Poetry.  Will settle for a B in Comedy and a B+ in poetry.  Could be worse, but I'm not countin' on it, brsoeph.  Which I believe is a term from Jesus Times.  Didn't know what to call Joseph, cause God is his father.  Settled on calling him Broseph.  Makes sense to me.  So, yes, Jesus was the first Bro.  What else is crappening.  I don't know.  Actually got to the point where I'm just writin' entry and not just killin time goin' Well, gotta do something.
    Wonderful.  May not be great, but it's good enough for me.  That's how I feel.  Twilight Zone Marathon on New Years, I assume.  My favorite part is when they're in the twilight zone.  I believe there were a few episodes were Rod Sterling goes, Now, Let's Look At The Regular World.  And it's just a regular dramatic story.  Seems like a real Twilight Zone prank to pull.  That show is all about Pranks, right?  One would imagine if the situation calls for some imaginationeering.  I don't know.  This entry can be long.  We'll see how it goes.  My aunt's mother is 100 years old, I believe.  She shows up at Christmas.  It's a real testament to human longevity and whatnot.  I did an Online Calculation and apparently I'm gonna die when I'm 72.  Wonderful.  I'm more than 1/3rds there.  I just did the Calculator and apparently my age of death is just 2.6 amount of what I've done.  That's no good. 
    Of course, I entered in my more-than-moderate drinking and my smoking a pack of day.  I still got time to correct those habits and whatnot.  Described my Physical Health as only Fair because they didn't have a section for Mental Health and I imagine that decreases some points of your lifespan.  Great.  My parents are turning 69 in a few months.  I have three more years than they are now.  That doesn't sound right.  They're pretty good at living.  No reason to think they can't make it solidly into their 80's.  Oh well, live and learn.  But a finite amount of living.  And a corresponding relatively small amount of learning.
    What else.  21st paragraph.  25 is well within reach.  Which is an expression I've been led to believe.  That reminds me of a crazysheet.com joke--  Don't reach for the stars, that's a good way to dislocate your shoulders.  Something like that.  I don't have all the details.  Didn't put that one in Short Story.  It didn't come up, what's the problem.  I tried archiving.org'ing crazysheet.com on my phone but it wouldn't work.  Got it working on Computer, though.  Great.  Hey, I did some crap ten years ago.  Wonderful!  That's how that went.
    I don't know and crap.  CunyFirst isn't working.  Hopefully because they're busy uploading grades and whatnot.  Probably not.  But hopeful.  Lee.  Hops.  Fully.  Sure.  Apparently there's some sort of beer that's twice or three times as strong as regular beer.  I learned about it from watching Intervention.  But I don't have all the details.  I wasn't paying 100% percent.  Sure I know math.  What else and crap.  Gettin' close to a safe amount of Bankroll again.  Wonderful.  Still playin' above my limits, but I just tell myself that's temporary.  I'm pretty good at rationalizing things.
    Whatever.  Imagine if this entry was 30 paragraphs.  Do it...  This is the 23.  We'll see how it goes and whatnot.  If I'm talking to my brother or someone else, I tell 'em I started with 48 dollars, and three weeks later I'm at something, I'm gettin' close to a respectable amount to be at.  Not great, pretty bad, but respectable.  What else is respectable.  The amount of paragraphs.  For sheezy.  I don't know what I'd do without Crazysheet.  Probably more lying in bed thinking about where I've gone wrong.  But even more than I already do.  I can't imagine living in such a terrible world.
    Right?  Sure.  CunyFirst started working.  Still no grades.  Wonderful.  I need to know what I get in Comedy Class so I know whether to instigate a discussion of my story.  Need to know it hardcore.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I did have three croutons today, though.  That's a win/win/win.  I don't know.  What else is crap.  Refill my soda/alcohol concoction.  That'll take 60 seconds.  You know, a minute?  Let's get on the same program I guess.  I've been spoiled getting alcohol because the last three or four times I've been able to get the bigger bottle for the smaller bottle price.  Spoiled hardcore.
    25th paragraph.  30 seems about right.  It also seems to high.  So, let's average it out, and it seems about right but also seems high.  Glad we got that covered and whatnot.  Six paragraphs to go about.  I can do that.  I've already done a whole bunch of paragraphs.  It's impossible to say how many.  Oh, wait.  25.  I saw it in the beginning of this paragraph.  At this rate, sure 30 will waste your time.  I wonder how funny Silicon Valley will be.  Very funny?  Or some other level of funny.  Gotta be one of those.  I gotta get a shave with the haircut because my facial hair is uneven because I have an OCD habit of picking out my facial hair.  Not for pain, or anything, there is no pain involved, I'm not that weird.  It's like biting your fingernails.
    Glad I shared that.  It gives you context for reading this.  Context hardcore.  I usually am able to restrain myself from doing it, but once it gets longer and I need a shave anyway, that's when it comes out of the woodwork and whatnot.  I had a woodworking class my freshman year in Stuy.  It was probably the first class in the entire Stuy Career where I made friends with people sitting around me.  That's a positive and whatnot.  My Computer just started making a weird sound.  Well, there goes that.  Anyway.  Family on Sunday.  That's great!  I love family!  People who would treat you with respect unconditionally.  It's a beautiful thing.
    27th paragraph.  What.  When I'm done, gotta watch some more movies.  That's part of my contract with myself.  Gotta do something.  I don't know.  Let's see, crap, crap...  Four paragraphs to go.  What else are embarrassing and weird habits I have.  Gotta have some more one would imagine.  Crap and crap.  I don't wanna watch Silicon Valley.  I can put that off for some more time, why not.  Let's see, what else.  I guess at Christmas I'll find out a new show I have to binge watch.  That always comes up around Christmas Time.  I also have to write more paragraphs.  Roughly three after this one.  I can do that, do it hardcore.
    Anyway.  I don't know.  Eat soon after this is done.  Watch some T.V.  Maybe a moooovie.  Pop a Ritalin potentially.  I haven't had three in a day in weeks.  I've had one in a day.  Time to balance it all out and whatnot.  I went into wanting to take Ritalin because I figured it'd be fun.  I figured I might have ADD, probably not, but it still could help me.  Now, after taking it for a year and a half, I probably did have ADD.  Now I'm firing at most cylinders if not all.
    Two paragraphs to go.  That makes this the penultimate.  I can pen some ultimate paragraphs.  I think one good thing about Donald Trump being president is that it'll make us consider so-called existential threats more seriously.  We're now decidely going in the wrong direction and that'll elicit the counter response that we need to start making things better because we can see the worst already starting to begin.  That makes sense, right?  It should.  I said it. It not making sense would be a huuuge mark against me.  I make that pun with Bernie Sanders in mind.  Not because Donald Trump says it.  Because Bernie Sanders says it when mocking Trump.  I just wanted to make that clear.
    Last paragraph!  Wonderful.  I did it and whatnot.  Crap and crap.  Don't even need to think What crap do I have to do for school.  I'm way past that point and crap.  I don't know.  My Twitter has started to get worse.  Gotta right that ship and whatnot.  The primary concern now is finishing this entry, though.  That's what I gotta devote all my attention to.  So, have you heard... about things?  Probably not.  Anyway.  I don't know.  I'll see ya later.

-7:35 P.M.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

What Does Title Have To Say

    Not much.  Semester is over.  Little under three weeks vacation.  It's about time.  The point is I'm gonna try to write Entry without it being after school.  Let's see how that goes.  And whatnot.  Let's see, crap, crap.  I might e-mail professor to set up a Convo about my story.  I'm not sure.  He might really have liked it, or might really have hated it.  It's hard to tell.  That's how I feel about it.  I'm leaning towards really hating it, but there's a chance that I really like it.  That's good I guess.  What else is going on.  I'm watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.  Lookin' forward to the sequel, The Christmas Before Night Time.
    Was that worth saying?  Nope.  But I gota say stuff.  That's how Entry goes.  Time to relax.  Most of the time, I figure I'd rather be taking classes I like than nothing at all.  Now, though, Nothing At All seems to have its charms.  I can really devote myself to watching T.V.  Really get good at it.  Also, what else is going on.  I've been watching a lot of movies that I felt Eh, this movie is mediocre, I'm not gonna bother watching it.  Now I'm watching those movies.  And you know what?  Mediocre, maybe.  Entertaining enough?  You bet.  Afterall, they are still movies.  It means I get to spend 2 hours without much work or effort at all.  That's a net positive anyway you look at it.
    By mediocre movies that turn out to be adequate, I'm more or less saying Any movie with Vince Vaughn.  Don't mean that as a knock.  If anything, it's a compliment.  Well, not really.  The point is Great.  They're also movies with Ben Stiller.  You know.  I decidedly like both Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn, but lets face it, there's some movies where you assume it ain't worth watching, but they turn out to be.  I like cast.  Hey, there's some people I've seen before.  And they act some percentage the same way they did in other movies. But this time they're with different people and the script calls for different things to happen.  Such is the magic of movies.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Fourth paragraph.  Playwriting workshop in Spring.  Maybe I could write a play with the imagined stars being Vince Vaughn and Ben Stiller.  It's a pretty good idea that I might remember in two months.  The point is Crap.  I've also been rewatching some movies I like.  Tropic Thunder.  Love it.  Not only is it really funny, but it reminds me of 2008.  They play those fake movie trailers in the beginning, brings me right back to 2008, which wa a golden age for movies in my opinion.  Watched a lot of 'em in New York theaters back then.  Hey, I remember things that happened to me!  That's good.  If I don't remember them, who will? 
    Anyway, crap the crap.  Grades will be up in a week or two.  I predict B+/A- for Comedy, A-/A for poetry. If I had to reduce it to a single prediction, B+ for Comedy, and, I don't know about poetry.  A- and A are pretty close.  Let's go with A-.  Gotta go with something.  That's how guessing works.  Fifth paragraph.  I filled out Evaluations for Classes/Teachers.  Where's my parade.  Probably nowhere.  I don't know why they'd dedicate a parade to me.  I haven't done anything to earn it.  Anyway, what the what.  Christmas in 8 days!  That's good.  I'm a fan of Christmas.  I've been looking into it and I've found young Christian Children really believe in Santa Claus.  The point is people are stupider than I thought.
    Seems like a weird thing to lie to your kids about.  I mean, in general, isn't it widely accepted, don't lie to your children?  Why break that rule here.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Just lost an all in with AA overpair on flop to a turn'd flush.  Such is life.  Anyway, crap the crap and crap.  Sixth paragraph.  We doin' it and whatnot.  It all evens out.  In Poker.  Probably.  One would imagine.  I bet people who read Tarot cards are really good at poker.  As long as they're shuffling/dealing.  They got mad shuffling skills, they'll give themselves monster hands without even trying.  And palm readers are good at reading monster hands.  So Tarot Card readers won't get paid off in their poker hands against palm readers.
    That rant sure was something.  Let's see, words, words.  I don't know.  It was windy on my way to hand in paper on Thursday.  I weigh 170 pounds and it almost knocked me over and/or flew me into the air.  Oh well, live and learn.  Now I know to gain more weight.  You know, for my health?  In windy days?  In windy days, indeed.  Crap and crap.  Maybe 2008 was a golden age for movies because it was a golden age for me.  Or, both.  Or, neither.  Or, both, but not only correlation, but causation.  I learned about it in science.  Causation could go either way.  All those movies made my age golden.  Or my golden age made all the movies golden.  Anything's possible at this point.
    I remember reading about Tropic Thunder before it came out and I was like, Man that sounds trippy.  Cause Tropic Thunder sounds like a strain of marijuana.  That was my take away of that potential movie at that point in time.  Anyway.  Some mediocre movies are just to difficult to watch.  Yes Man.  Watched ten minutes and I just couldn't handle it.  I'm sure I'll finish watching it at some point over the next few weeks.  But it's not at the top of the heap.  I'm sure its fine.  Seems kind of scary, though.  The guy has to say yes to everything.  That'll give me nightmares.
    What else is crap.  Ninth paragraph.  Now we're deep into the shit.  I gotta shave and whatnot.  You know, so I don't look like an asshole?  That sort of thing.  I don't know.  So much mediocre to movies to watch that'll turn out to be adequate at worst.  I like watching crap.  I think we've already covered this.  What else is crap.  It's not just adequate movies I've never watched before.  It's adequate movies I've already watched and enjoyed.  T.V. is such a blessing.  And al the mediocre/adequate writing here on crazysheet.  It's gonna be a real adequate Winter Vacation, I can tell you that.
    Alright!  Adequate!  Finally, something to get excited about.  After this paragraph, too, halfway through the entry most likely.  So much excitement, I can hardly contain myself.  Don't know why I'd want to, anyway.  Gotta say stuff.  Containing myself would be counterproductive.  What else.  Non-totally bad for me dinner tonight.  I can get something real healthy and whatnot.  I'm really confused at how they always say pizza is bad for you.  Two slices of pizza, which is the norm for a meal, is 600 calories.  That's great.  What are people stupid or something.  Or is there something I'm missing.  Yes, I understand cheese and bread isn't great for you, but calorie-wise, you could be doing a lot worse.
    That's how I feel and I'm sticking to it.  If I were my Poetry Teacher I'd download my/Michael's album as a memento, so he'll always remember how great I was.  Seems like the logical route to take.  Anyway.  I guess I could write a musical for Playwriting class.  Nothing's stopping me except my lack of skill, inspiration, self-assuredness, and time restraints.  What else is going on.  Eleventh paragraph.  Gotta watch the second half of Fred Claus.  It's great!  These movies are straight up entertaining enough.  I was wrong to dismiss these pieces of crap.  What else am I supposed to do, read a book?  Maybe if it was read aloud by Vince Vaughn, maybe.  I don't know, crap and crap. 
    Yeesh.  What else.  I should get in touch with Vince Vaughn and get him to read Crazysheet aloud.  Seems like something worthwhile to do.  I don't know.  What else.  Let's see, crap, crap... I had a dream we were workshopping my story as a class and everyone complained that there were dozens of spelling and grammatical errors.  I knew I should have read it once before handing it in!  Oh well, live and learn.  That's why professional writers have editors for, right?  They just do spell check and crap.  Four Christmases.  Fred Claus.  If Vince Vaughn does another Christmas movie he's hit the trifecta.  Swingers is a Christmas movie.  They play NHL 95 on Sega.  That's Christmas.
    I guess.  Maybe it was NHL 97.  I don't have all the details.  13th paragraph.  That's how that goes.  What great movies am I gonna watch tonight.  Second half of Fred Clause.  Second 3/4ths of Yes Man.  Other things.  I don't know.  Let's see, crap, crap...  I like it when acclaimed actors show up in comedies.  Phillip Seymour Hoffman in Along Came Polly.  Kevin Spacey in Fred Clause.  Really brings credibility to the entire project is my opinion.  I don't know.  What else is going on.  Writing an entry. That's good.  It's better than any number of alternative things.  Worse than a bunch of things, too.  But, all in all, it's a fine thing to be doing.  Wha.  Huh?  Huh.
    That's how that goes.  Seven paragraphs to go.  Seven is a lucky number.  But it's also how many deadly sins there are.  I'm not a fan of the phrase Deadly Sins.  Performing them won't cause death.  Nothin' to do with death.  Let's get real.  That's something I guess.  What else is crap.  At the beginning of next year I'm down to doing only one mini-crossword a day on NYTimes.  They have the one from that day, and one from a year ago.  I started this January.  After the year is over, I'll have already done the ones from a year ago.  Great, great.  Just my luck.  Now what's the point of my life.
    What else.  I don't know.  If Jesus starred in Four Christmases, it'd be called Four Birthdays.  That's a lotta birthday.  I know if you're born on February 29th, you'd have 1/4ths of birthdays.  That's for sure.  I don't know.  15th paragraph.  Whattado and whatnot.  What other movies have I looked over and are available for my viewing pleasure.  Probably crap and stuff.  After this paragraph, five more to go.  That's doable.  I've done it before.  I have a track record of having done it.  Jesse Owens has a lot of track records.  I saw about it in a movie.
    Especially with somewhat shorter paragraphs.  That's good thinking and problem solving skills, that's all that is.  I don't know, what else and crap.  I gotta say stuff.  I'm pot committed at saying stuff.  Every December has four Christmases.  There's Christmas, there's Chanukah, there's Kwanzaa and... Chinese New Year.  That settles that.  16th paragraph.  Alright!  Almost done relatively about right.  So much relaxation when entry is over.  Supreme relaxation.  Not unlike the pie of pizza I got from Pizza Hut.  Anyway, what the what.  I imagine I would be entertained by Batman Vs Supreme: Who Will Reign Supreme.  I like Batman.  I'm indifferent towards Superman, if we're being generous. 
    Chinese New Year.  I was gonna say Ramadan but turns out that's in May.  Tet?  I know its a good time to have an Offensive, but is it Christmas time?  It's January 28th.  At least this upcoming one.  That's pretty close.  I'm stickin' with Chinese New Year!  It's funny because they're different from us.  I was doing some research and apparently Santa was born in the 3 or 400's.  Good for him.  He looks great for his age.  He must be rollin' in the dough for his Coca Cola Sponsorship.  Probably, right?  He's rollin in cookie dough, we know that!  FAT! 
    Hah, 18th paragraph.  That's how that goes.  Cookie Dough is marketed towards the un-industrious overweight person.  Maybe that's most of them.  I'm not here to create or have stereotypes.  Anyway.  No place in my website!  Anyway, three paragraphs to go.  Just about right.  I'm gettin' close to my enthusiasm ending, but not quite.  3 paragraphs is great.  Then, Supreme Relaxation.  I don't know.  I'm pretty sure, either way, I won't get comments from Comedy Professor unless I e-mail him and set up a meeting.  Don't know what to do.  Could be This was great! or it could be This was terrible and you're doubling down on terrible by forcing us to discuss this terribleness.
    We'll see I guess.  My final grade my influence what I think about it.  I feel like he told us once in class to e-mail him with what grade we think we deserve.  It was never confirmed, though.  And its not on Syllabus.  So I think I won't do it.  That's how I feel.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I did go through Spell Check and Grammar Check on my story.  Kept a few incomplete sentences.  What are those.  Fragments.  But, you know, for strategy.  That's just how my mind works, man.  Welcome to my world, bud.  You know, that sort of crap.  It could be the dream comes from the professor not being able to read the lines I had to re-write in pen because printer was acting crappy.  Oh well, live and learn.  Right?  I guess.
    Alright.  What else. 20th paragraph.  May or may not reach for 25.  Because crap and stuff.  I'm not sure if I've earned my Supreme Relaxation yet.  The point is what else is there to talk about.  And why has not having stuff to talk about never stopped me before.  You know, cause I like saying things?  That sort of bullshit.  I don't know yet.  The point is what else is crap.  I had some The Point is's in short story, but I don't think I had a The Point is Crap.  Seems like an oversight.  Also, blind people who know how to roll with the punches are over sight.  Third eyes are probably oversight.  They're in your forehead, above the line where the regular eyes would be, right?  Let's get someone to look into that.
    21st paragraph.  The real end is in sight.  I don't know.  Poker is going okay.  Down 50 cents or a dollar today, could be worse.  I'm playing ok, that's what counts.  To some extent.  Whether I actually win or lose counts more, though.  Not only is it more important but it's the more accurate thing to use counting skills for.  I don't know.  What else is crap.  The fake franchise of movies in Tropic Thunder with Jack Black where they just fart a lot, one of the sequels could be called The Toot Offensive. Right?  That's a thing I guess.  Or it could be about cocaine.  I haven't worked out all the details yet.  The point is I have a title for the play I would assumedly have to write in Poetry Workshop. 
    I also have another paragraph in the books.  That's how we do. Or, I could finally write my Homeless Wife or Homeless Girlfriend idea.  It has stayed on the shelf for way too long.  Time to get this idea down on paper.  Toot is both a noun and a verb.  Good for them.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I don't know.  22nd paragraph.  Three and a half to go.  I can do that shit.  Then Supreme Relaxation?  About time.  I don't know.  Let's knock the rest of this entry out of a park or two.  Let's see, words, words... I know a lot of words.  Enough for roughly, I don't know, three or four pictures?  I can't count that high.  That reminds me, gotta learn how to count.
    Hah.  Three paragraphs to go.  I can do that hardcore probably one would imagine.  I wonder what kind of impact being the first generation to be raised by computer porn has had on my generation.  A big one, one would imagine. If, evolutionary, our sex drive was a big factor in how we evolve, all that easy different types of porn from when we were eleven and up must have messed us up in some real ways.  Or improved us in some real ways.  I don't know.  Let's get some scientists working on it, though.  You used to have to think of stuff for masturbation purposes.  Think of stuff?  That's like a baby's game.
    Right.  Penultimate paragraph.  What a great word.  Dinner in roughly two hours.  I can do that.  It fits nicely as a component of my Supreme Relaxation Time.  Is Paul Giamatti a serious actor.  He plays Santa Claus.  Let's give him the benefit of the doubt.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  They're all serious actors.  Vince Vaughn, Jennifer Aniston, Reese Witherspoon.  They're all great at what they do.  I wish I was great at something.  I'm the mediocre one.  And that's being generous.  Thank you for being generous.  The point is what else.  James Gandolfini in that Coen Brothers movie.  Lots of great stuff I'm watching.  And it gets me from Point A to Point B.  I'm lying in bed, Supreme Relaxation-- that's point A.  Put on a movie-- by the time that movies over, I'm in point B.
    It's great to have something meaningful to do and whatnot.  I don't konw.  Writing an entry gets me from point C to, I don't know, Point P.  Sure I know my ABZ's.  Anyway, crap and crap.  What else.  Gotta couple of appointments for next Thursday.  Dentist.  Internist.  I might be able to translate the later one into gettin' some Chipotle.  There's one on the way and whatnot.  That's a pretty good deal.  I don't know.  SNL is on tonight.  I enjoy watching it for humor purposes.  What else is crap.  A few more sentences to go.  Or not.  See ya later.

-5:29 P.M.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

See You In Hell, Short Story!

    All bad short stories go to Hell.  That's a widely accepted fact of the world.  The good news is I don't need to go in to Queens College for three weeks.  The bad news is I have nowhere to go for three weeks.  Still gotta arrange my poems and do a simple 5 page response paper talking about easy bullshit.  Then I'm done for the semester.  It was a good one. I got to do crap and stuff.  That doesn't happen every day.  The good news is my story was terrible.  The bad news is, when I handed it in, I had to rewrite a couple of lines on each page, because Printer was malfunctioning.  And, because of that, he started reading it aloud, and I had to finish the sentence with what it says.  Yeech.  Hearing my crap aloud.  At least I knew how to complete the sentences.  That's pretty impressive.  This guy knows his first two sentences backward and forward.
    I don't know them backward.  It'll take me some time to figure that out.  I'm relatively certain I used the title See You In Hell, Short Story! for my summer class.  Oh well, if it keeps being relevant, who am I to argue.  Probably learn that in Philosophy class.  Hey, it was my birthday on Monday!  That'll show 'em, that'll show all of 'em.  I guess I'm an adult now.  Oh well, win some, ya lose some.  I learnt that from all of my practice winning and losing things.  Hmm, that's odd.  I still haven't gotten an e-mail from the professor saying how good my story was.
    I'll give it a few more hours and then I'll get worried.  Did something happen to him?  I hope he's okay.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I celebrated my birthday by getting Halal Food.  I will celebrate it again today by getting Pizza Hut.  And I've gotten my Dad to commit to driving me to White Castle.  It's a celebration, let's go crazy.  Anyway.  One thought I had for this break from school was get my electronic guitar fixed and do crap with that.  Just an idea.  Either that, or eat more crap.  I've narrowed it down to those two things.  Anyway.  I wonder what blood type I am.  No way of knowing.  There's no survey or quiz you can take.  I'm out of ideas.
    Yeesh.  I guess the only way to find out is inject all blood types and see which one doesn't kill me.  Anyway.  Taking Playwriting in Spring.  Plus a second class I don't know yet.  I'll keep you updated on this situation as it develops.  I promised Teacher I'd fill out an evaluation form.  Guess I'm pot committed now.  At least I did 14 pages.  The assignment was 7-10.  That's gotta count for something, right?  Yes it counts for pages.  7-10.  I did 14.  Counting.  It's about time.  I'm getting the crap kicked out of me in poker.  Oh well.  Still got plenty of bankroll to right the ship.
    Lets start counting paragraphs.  Five.  Alright.  Pretty early in the day.  Relatively speaking.  By the time I'm done with Playwriting, people are gonna be saying, Shakespeare Who?  And not just because they're participating in a knock-knock joke.  What else is crappening.  The point is I handed all the 14 pages in, and not a single page extra.  Great.  What else.  I don't know.  I check my pocket maybe about a dozen times when I'm on the bus.  These pick-pockets, they get your crap without you even realizing it.  The best offense is a good defense.  Right?  Maybe.  I suppose and crap.
    Sixth paragraph.  Wanna get to at least ten.  That's alotta paragraph. It's Christmas in a week and a half.  I'm fine with that.  I like Christmastime.  I was just remembering, when I first started smoking cigarettes in Fall of 2009, I was at the orientation for the Soliciting Donations For NYU job, and I was like, Does anyone want this pack of cigarettes?  And everyone was like No.  Then one person was like, I'll throw them out for you and everyone had a good laugh at my expense.  It was a story I'd remember for at least seven years to come.  Jeez, seven years.  That's 25% of my life.  That's no good. 
    What else is either good or no good.  The classic lines on Newport Packs are slightly perforated now.  maybe they always wer and I didn't notice.  Either way, Great.  Brings out a whole new tactile element and whatnot.  Figure I'll do Poetry Stuff tomorrow morning.  Then nothing for three weeks.  It's about time.  I've been doing stuff, like a chump, for months.  I did work in some crazysheet into short story.  Probably the best parts of it.  I'm biased, though, because I'm Me.  Three paragraphs to go after this sorry excuse for a paragraph.  And that applies retroactively to all these paragraphs.  The point is I was pretty consistent with the length of sections in my story.  Divided into seven sections, all were five paragraphs of 6-9 lines, except for the last section, which was 4 paragraphs.  You know, just to mix things up.  And so I didn't have to write another paragraph. 
    That How That Go.  The reason I lost money so fast was because I was playing 1.50$ hyper-turbo-sit-n-gos at the same time as the 1/2 cents tables.  You don't catch breaks, you can potentially lose a lot.  Now I'm back to cash game.  Two at a time, so I won't feel pressured to play loose just to make somthing happen.  I'm at two tables, Jack.  Something's gotta be going on even if I'm playing straightforward.  Are Decks of Cards sexist.  Why is a King worth more than a Queen.  And, the real question is, Why is Ace better than all of them.  And what does Ace mean.  I would ask Watson but we're not on speaking terms.
    Ninth paragraph!  Alright.  Now we're gettin' into a groove.  Who knows how long this entry will be.  Ten paragraphs... more than ten paragraphs.  Less.  If I have a heart attack now, it'll be less.  But then no one will post it too Internet.  That's a real conundrum there.  The point is my legs hurt from all that consecutive walking to and from bus to Queens College.  And my back hurts from slouching.  Slouch.  Told Class I uploaded Poetry Class Music Album and I'm pretty sure I got a few hits.  I got a few hits, and one would imagine a certain percentage of them were from class, instead of Random Interneters.  I'll post a link to it again when I post my Final Project Thing tomorrow.
    It was cold today.  I can't hear someone say, It's cold outside or a derivative of that phrase without getting the instinct to go, It's cold out there everyday... as a Groundhog Day reference.  This is a real, legitimate problem I have.  It comes up fairly often and every time, that's what my mind goes to.  Sometimes I reply to the person with it, knowing the reference would be lost on them.  I've begun to learn though that its best just to say nothing.  Let's limit the damage done by this ordeal to one person-- me.  Whatta great guy.
    Well, going for 15 paragraphs now, I guess.  Alright, I suppose.  Let's see-- words, words, words.  I don't know.  I'm a little liberal when it comes to dumping ashtray remenants into the garbage.  I shuold double and triple check to make sure there's no active fire.  Can't be bothered, thuogh.  Part of me is even like, It would be interesting to see what would happen if there was a fire.  I guess I'm a very low-level pyromaniac.  I don't go out looking to start fires, but if one comes to my attention, sure, I'll check it out.
    Alright.  Smaller paragraphs.  To get to a greater total number of paragraphs.  I like it!  Hmm.  Still no e-mail from Professor.  He must be triple and quadruple reading it, its so great.  Just can't put it down.  He gets to the end, turns the page over, starts all over again.  That's what I'd be doing.  I didn't even read it once after I finished, to edit and stuff.  I finished it and wanted nothing to do with it, immediately and forever.  The point is a small number of paragraphs to go.  Three and a half or something. Unless I change my mind on number of paragraphs, which I've been known to do at least twice in every entry.
    Yeah!  Three paragraphs is reasonable.  We'll see how I feel by the end of the three paragraphs.  If I do opt to get a Smart T.V. with Birthday/Chanukah/Christmas money, it would increase what I can watch on T.V. exponentially!  Which is a lot.  Trust me, I know all about maths.  My brother floated the idea of going with me to see a comedian or band as my birthday present.  You know, cause he'd be paying?  I'd do that.  Preferable a band.  I've seen maybe two bands in my life that weren't open mic.  And I forget the second one.  The one I remember was MeWithoutYou.  I liked the main guys style.  Flailing around and whatnot.  Let's see, should I just start listing bands until I reach the other one I've seen?  No.  Shouldn't do that.
    Crap and crap.  Guided By Voices is playing New Years Eve.  That would be cool.  Wilco, Green Day, Flaming Lips all have shows in March.  I'd be, "Down," with any of those.  The point is what else is going on.  I'm pretty sure I started a sentence with The point is at least twice in my story.  That'll learn 'em, that'll learn all of 'em.  And, it goes without saying, it was never about a real point to something.  When handing in Story to Professor, he was like, Well, you did great in participation, I could always count on you to say something.  I was like I Agree.  It was a story I'd remember for hours to come.
    Why not aim for 20.  I got crapelse to do.  Except for that Poetry Crap I have to do.  But I'm not doing it today either way no how no way.  I did go the entire trip to and from Queens College without a bathroom break.  I consider that a moral victory.  Anyway.  I hardly did any research at all for Short Story, which was supposed to be a main component of it ideally.  I listened to three minutes of Charlie Rose interviewing Louie CK, I consulted one of the books we had for class for inspiration for writing the later sections, and I riff on a story from the What's So Funny book. 
    Oh well, ya get what ya get.  16th paragraph and crap.  Five ta go!  For some reason I was under the impression that every band I like is always touring and always passing through NYC.  Not thinking it explicitly, but in my subconscious, that's how I approached looking into what bands would be playing soon in New York.  There's four bands that I hold in high esteem, though, that are playing from now through March.  There was also a Sublime Tribute Band.  I'd see that crap.  Anyway, what the what.  Brother implied the tickets should probably top off at the 50,60 dollar range.  He said Not 100$ tickets, but I'm gonna extrapolate that to mean 50 or 60 less.  That's doable, right?  I don't have all the details.
    Anyway, great.  Alternatively, I could just make him come with me to an open mic.  That would be a good practical joke.  Because my music skills are practically a joke.  Not in the good way.  What else.  Three and a half paragraphs to go.  I did it, I guess.  This was the first entry in a week.  Didn't feel like it.  Now the question becomes When and How Often will I write entries during the break.  The answer will be revealed soon.  You know, in the next three weeks?  That'll cover that.  Anyway.  I went through an entire day and a half without drinking.  Sunday Evening to Tuesday Afternoon.  And I was pretty much mostly fine all in all.
    Great!  See, without the sit-n-gos, I'm doin' great.  Up roughly 2 dollars since I got home.  Revision-- up roughly 1 dollar 75 cents since I got home.  I can't be giving you revisions all the time.  There, one revision.  And I blew it by revising only five minutes of the revisiontopic.  Huh?  Great.  I feel like I watched a movie yesterday.  There's no way of knowing.  Possibly something on... HBO?  Rings some sort of a bell.  Why is this.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Two and a half paragraphs to go.  Perfect.  I like a lot of numbers and two and a half definitely has a lot going for it.  Got some Hot Sauce from Supermarket yesterday.  I like it.  It's hot and chiliful.
    Wha.  Huh.  Great.  I sure wrote some paragraphs today.  No doubt about it.  I've earned my disgusting, terrible for you, Pizza Hut.  But it's healthy, because its supreme.  That means it has meat (Protein) and vegatables (Probably good for you too in another way.).  Yeah I misspelled vegetables and left it that way-- for humor!  Not sure how that creates humor but in my mind it did for a good four seconds.  Anyway, crap the crap.  The point is What The Hell Is My Blood Type.  Could ask Mom or Dad.  Seems like something they would know.  What else.  I don't know.  Probably crap and stuff.
    Last paragraph.  We did it, did it hardcore.  Now time for a three-week weekend.  I don't know.  Gotta keep doing stuff.  Even if you have nothing to do.  Such is the cruel fate bestowed on every one of us.  Yeesh.  I don't know.  I could get regular pizza.  That's healthy.  But Pizza Hut has got what I crave.  Probably loaded with sugar and crap.  That would be my guess.  The point is I'm 28.  That doesn't sound right.  Oh well, live and learn.  Saw Poetry Teacher for advisement on what courses I still need to take.  Now I know what courses I still need to take.  Really worked out well and whatnot.  I'll see ya later.

-4:28 P.M.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Half Past Title

    Greetings everyone.  Finished my 9th song for Poetry but the 8 track started malfunctioning so the third verse and chorus got cut off.  Oh well, wasn't that great of a song anyway.  Blessing in disguise.  Sure, I'll still include it as part of the album, and potentially subject the one person who listens to it to it.  But that's how that goes.  Blessing in disguise that we'll only have to listen to less of it.  Anyway.  Last Comedy Class was today.  That's great.  Teacher came up with a sketch idea halfway through the class based on what we were talking about, and he goes to me, when you're a writer on SNL you can use that, just give me a tour of the building or something.  I appreciate that vote of confidence.  This guy knows what's up.
    Probably.  He seems to know lots of things.  Mostly comedy related.  The point is I handed back the assignment that someone else did and he was very pleased.  Gotta imagine that'll be worth 10 or 15 points for the final Tally Of Grade.  Girlfriend of the comedian who talked to us on Tuesday wasn't there.  Guess she felt she couldn't show her face after that crap.  Either that, or she had difficulty getting to class.  She uses a cane.  Let's give her the benefit of the doubt.  Or something like that.  Still thinking about the self-imposed prompts for each section of Short Story.  That'll be good.
    Anyway.  Poetry Class on Monday.  Hand in Short Story on Thursday.  Submitting Online Poetry Finalthing on Friday.  Then I'm done.  Not with life-- with the Fall Session.  Let's be very clear about that.  I will continue to live for weeks, possibly even months, after this session is over.  Haven't had any dreams about teeth, so I think that means we're safe.  I never talked to this Professor about wanting to write for SNL.  How dare he impose my dreams on me.  The point is Great.  Anyway.  I better take the Screenwriting class, because without a creative class outlet, I'll lose all sense of worth.  Can't argue with that logic.  You can try.  Boy, can you try.  Probably.  What else.
    I feel like I'm too lazy to make physical CDs of this album.  We'll see how this situation develops.  Birthday on Monday.  Talked to my Dad about driving me to get White Castle.  Seems like a good use of a birthday present.  Crap and crap.  I have constant dreams about White Castle.  I'm in a place and I know there's a White Castle nearby and I'm debating whether to go get it.  That's when the narrative of White Castle ends.  I never go get it, but I never specifically not go get it.  These are my dreams.  SNL, SchmeessNL.  Bring on the White Castle!  That's how I feel.  I wouldn't lie to you.  Unless I had a good reason.  Which I don't.
    Yeesh.  Offered to do a Hero before class.  Classmate was talking about how she lives on Long Island and didn't wanna come in just to hand in the final paper and was thinking about e-mailing it to someone whose already coming to hand in with their paper.  I was like, I guess I could do that.  And I didn't really get a response.  I guess she doesn't trust me or thinks I'm weird or something.  Oh well, live and learn.  You go through life, you try to be a hero, and this is what you get.  Doesn't seem right.  What else doesn't seem right.  Or does seem right.  Or is not related to right or wrong.  Probably everything.  We were talking about if Robots can make us laugh in the future.
    That's the kind of stuff I'm learning about.  Except not really.  Talking about it basically entailed him going Robots to make us laugh.  What do you think... (Silence)  Moving on...  That sort of crap.  The important part is that he pronounces Robot as Ro-butt.  That's how my Dad pronounces it.  I'm predisposed to finding it amusing.  Anyway, that's how that goes.  What else is going.  Philosophy Class up online.  Wait, you mean we're gonna have to learn Philosophy??  That's not what I signed up for!!  Did the ol' bait and switch.  Which is an expression I've been led to believe.  I responded The real question is, are we gonna be able to make robots laugh.  Then everyone stared silently at me for five seconds and the Professor started talking about something else.  My thought process was, Well, 95% of the things I say are good.  I think I'm allotted one thing that falls completely flat.
    I guess these people just don't care about making robots laugh.  That's their prerogative I suppose.  Pearl Harbor Day was yesterday.  Don't get why we need a Pearl Harbor Day.  They got in one good attack on us, let's make it a national holiday.  Let's face it, wasn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things.  It's not like we celebrate the first battle of the Civil War.  Things were just getting started.  If anything, let's celebrate our two nuclear bombs.  That'll show other countries we mean business.  Also, here's a pun I haven't completely thought out yet.  Gary Busey was on Celebrity Apprentice.  Busey.  Business.  Buseyness.  That's the kind of quality insight and refined humor you've come to expect from Crazysheet.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Eighth paragraph.  Gonna have to figure out a new routine for the several weeks I have off.  Or just have no routine.  Or a third thing one would imagine.  Anyway.  Professor talking about how he had dinner with Lewis Black and he's the same offstage as he is onstage.  You mean he wore glasses?  No, his attitude.  You mean like acting like a P.C.?  No, that was John Hodgeman.  Not according to me.  Then everyone would stare at me for 12 seconds silently before making the collective decision to move on and pretend that never happened.  Anyway.  I'm a PC, and I'm angry.  You don't want your computer to be angry, do you?  That spells all sorts of trouble!  Talked about typewriters and I dated myself by saying I had an electric typewriter in elementary school.
    That's how that goes.  This is the ninth paragraph.  That's how this goes.  SNL, Professor?  C'mon.  If I could write for one show, It'd be... well, SNL would be up there.  Stupid Professor, make me want to do something.  I could write for The Weekend Update but as a condition of signing me I'd have them change the title of that segment to What Else Is In The News.  That's how I feel.  That's how I roll.  That's how I kill paragraphs.  Also, can we get the Weekend Update Desk wheelchair accessible?  We're open up to all sorts of lawsuits.  Not a lot of wheel-chair actors or comedians in the world.  Well, sure, they can't be stand up comedians.  But, well, I don't know, whatever.
    Anyway, let's move on.  I don't know.  Tenth paragraph.  I'm fine writing Crazysheet.  That's a dream come true.  I'm being read by threes of people every year.  You can't buy that kind of exposure.  John Glenn died.  He was 95.  He lived a good 94 years on this planet Earth.  That's how I feel.  What else is going on how I feel.  Last thing Professor left us with was what do we think the future of comedy'll be.  I said The Internet.  Because I'm a smart guy.  There's this new thing called The Internet and you can put content on it and whatnot.  You wouldn't understand.  Does that mean I want internet to be the future of comedy?  Fuck No.  Internet Comedy is the worst.  I know from experience Dude.
    What else.  Eleventh paragraph.  That's how we do.  Begged my Mom to record The Dark Knight this afternoon so she could watch it at some point.  She'd enjoy it.  Who wouldn't.  It's one of my top ten favorite movies.  And I'm the definitive authority of what movies I've liked.  Anyway.  If Comedy Teacher somehow contacts me after the term is over to give me notes on my story, and says he really likes it, sure I'll direct him to this website.  I mention the class and Teacher a lot but nothin' bad that I can remember.  And that can bump my audience by 33%.  Poetry, man.  Stupid Creative Classes where we get too much positive reinforcement.  Ya gotta imagine if I run into this teacher in a year, he'll be like, I don't have to be nice to you anymore, get off my back.
    That's how I'd go.  The point is if I give out CDs we'll all have a memory of what a great class this was.  Or, at least, what a great guy I was.  I'll settle for people thinking I'm great.  My goal as always in life is to make my way onto people's iTunes library.  No way of knowing if I'm accomplishing that goal, but that don't make it any less of a goal.  Finished watching The Freshman.  Surprise ending.  Great.  I won't give it away, but it turns out Matthew Broderick is a freshman film student in NYU.  There, that's all I'll say about the ending.  I assume The Freshman is one of the three or four prequels to The Graduate.  Because I like assuming crap.  I don't know Marlon Brando except for going Hey, I'm Fat Now, What Are Ya Gonna Do.  That's his persona as far as I know. 
    Thirteenth paragraph.  I said I was 28 when qualifying my answer of having a typewriter.  First time I've said I was 28.  And I'm not even 28 yet.  These are the real issues one would imagine.  It hardly gets ever closer to being an exact age than it does several days before your birthday of that age.  Please take this into account.  Just took fifteen minutes off to finalize my dinner.  Please believe me.  What else is crappening.  I was just thinking, Remember that guy we were talking about before the election who sexually harassed or abused at least a dozen women?  Well, he's the president now.  Doesn't seem right.  People goin', give him a chance.  Did he give those ladies a chance?!
    Chance at what, I'm not sure.  The point remains, though.  Oh well, one would imagine it'll only get scarier and scarier as his presidency.  Fourteenth paragraph.  That's pretty cool.  During Winter Vacation, gonna have to take walks specifically to get liquor.  I can combine that into getting Halal Food.  Double down on the positives.  The point is crap and crap.  Hopefully keep writing entries during the vacation.  Most entries these days are after school.  That's not sustainable when there's no school.  The point is crap and crap.  Hah.  Buseyness.  Imagine what that would be like!  Anyway.  Maybe my 8 track'll get back in business and I can have a file of the entire song.  You know, 2 minutes instead of 1 minute 37 seconds?
    That sort of thing.  And ideally have one more song to make 10 this weekend.  The main assignment due for Final Of Poetry was ten pages of our best poems.  Poems can be however long or short, 10 pages overall.  I'mma do that, plus 10 songs!  Different than my poems.  Unless I don't have enough.  Then put some lyrics in there, too.  Ideally, though, separate but equal.  Stupid The Uppers, always having to drink from a less clean water fountain.  Don't blame The Uppers.  It's not our fault.  We're a victim of society and whatnot and whatcrap.  Dinner'll be Stuffed Filet of Soul.  Same dinner tomorrow night.  Doublin' down on Stuffed Filet of Sole. 
    What paragraph and crap is this.  Sixteenth.  That's pretty good.  What font to use for Short Story.  I might write it in Courier New and then change it to Ariel or Times New Roman or something else when its done.  I'm most practiced in Courier New.  But doesn't seem appropriate for the assignment, I feel.  Hah.  Disabled people can't be stand up comedians.  Where does I come up with this stuff.  Finally got to a point where I can get a bottle of alcohol the next Monday instead of Thursday, the final day of the work week.  I'm proud as punch.  So what I've been buying larger bottles of alcohol and that's why.  Get off my website with your negativity!  I got no use for it.
    What else happened.  Or is happening.  Not will happen, though.  Get off my website with your speculation of what will happen.  I got no use for it.  Anyway, great. Album being 25-28 minutes.  Depending on the length of the last song and if I can upload the complete version of penultimate song.  The real joy, then, is arranging them.  All the albums I did in 2014 and the beginning of 2015, I arranged them by writing the titles on ripped up pieces of paper and essentially picking them from a hat.  If it seems no good, fine, I can scrap it.  Usually it works out nicely, though.  Maybe make one or two changes but its a good way to do something without any bias of thinking incorrectly what songs go where.
    What else.  Up three dollars in poker today.  Alright!  Back in business.  Back in Buseyness.  Whatever happened to I'm With Busey.  Probably not showing it anymore.  That's what happened.  Told Professor about the South Park episode where there is a comedy telling robot.  He likes South Park.  He's mentioned it five or six times.  18th paragraph already.  Sweet.  I don't know.  Also, let's be real.  The sketch the Professor wasn't good enough for me to even remember it.  I remember a sketch idea he had on Tuesday, though.  Something about a fake heckler in the crowd whose funnier than the comedian.  Not really a sketch.  Just a fool-em-up during a legitimate stand up act, I think.  The point is Not Great.  I guess it could be Great, if it's written and preformed well and is somewhat more complicated than the original premise.
    That'll show Professor whose Comedy Boss around these parts.  We gotta e-mail him what grade we think we deserve.  Gonna go with B+/A-, on the condition I didn't do 100% of the assignments but I make up for it with participation and ideally a very satisfying short story.  Crap and crap.  Look, A- would be really what I want to petition for, but I'm comfortable saying B+/A- to make it a little bit more sympathetic.  Crap and crap.  19th paragraph?  Great.  I don't know.  Advisement Session on Monday.  Then I can really figure out what I'm gonna do for the Spring Semester and Beyond.  I'm pretty sure after Philosophy there's only one more non-English class I need to take, which is a science with a lab.  Put that off as long as possible.
    What else.  What was Teacher's sketch idea today.  Hmm.  I might have took it down in my notes.  I like writing crap down.  Nope.  Don't see it.  Do still have a pair of boxers in my bookbag, though.  Sure I can bring them down to be washed.  But you never know when you might need a dirty pair of boxers.  It's called planning ahead, ok?  Wonderful.  Dirty Boxers hit below the belt.  Was that worth saying?  You bet it wasn't.  Let's move on and crap.  Do boxers wear belts?  I haven't been exposed to a lot of boxing in my life, real or fictional, but I don't recall seeing them wearing belts.  Something doesn't add up here and I'm not going to get to the bottom of it.
    Anyway.  21st paragraph.  Feels like 30.  Why not.  Other than not having anything to say.  Never stopped me before.  Well, it does eventually stop me, every entry.  But, the point is, huh?  Wha?  Let's move on.  10 songs is a lot.  The real question is what the album will look like in iTunes once there's all ten of them and they're arranged in some sort of finalized order.  I wasn't asking questions.  Yeah, but the real question is it's a transitional device.  One would imagine.  Really better start working on Short Story tomorrow.  Three pages a day takes me through Tuesday, which gives me a day or two to edit and finalize.  Crap and crap, I gotta do crap.  But the crap seems somewhat more doable now that I have these nifty section titles.
    What else.  I kinda mumble when I talk, you know, that's my acting style.  Truly one of our greatest thespians.  The point is I Like Movies and don't know Marlon Brando more or less at all.  Doesn't seem right.  The point is what else.  We're never gonna get to 30 paragraphs at this rate.  Well, that's not completely accurate.  We'll get to 30 paragraphs within a few hours at this rate.  Still, that's a lot, though.  Crap and crap.  Eat dinner later.  Plenty of time to write this crap and whatnot.  And then get to enjoy my semi-work-interrupted-weekend.  That's how that goes.  Up four dollars in Poker today as of now! 
    And its the 23rd paragraph.  Everything clickin right now!  It's good to have dinner uneaten when I finish entries.  I know there's at least one more thing to do in the night.  I wanna get some MREs.  The meals they give to Army People.  Seems so convenient.  That's an actual thought I have when watching people in prison on movies.  I'll eat that kind of grub, sure.  Probably things wrong with me and whatnot.  Just listened to song again.  Terrible.  Maybe it can be salvaged with a more appropriate mixing/mastering.  Maybe that's what all my songs sound like.  I don't have all the details.
    What else.  Seven to go.  That's doable one would imagine.  Teacher was talking about how Males use comedy to impress women and Females use comedy to bring people together or something.  Well, if you say so.  You're the Comedy Professor.  Gotta make an explicit reference to the book we read for Comedy Paper.  I can just go I read this book about the guy being to the dentist, lemme tell you about my licking fingers problem.  That'll learn him.  What else and crap.  I could end  after 25 paragraphs. That seems like a good way to go.  What else and crap.
    Last paragraph.  Wonderful.  Whattado with the rest of my day.  Who knows for sure.  I don't know.  Guess stuff and whatnot.  I can have this fragment of song in the final album but not one of the two I play during class on Monday.  A nice little Easter egg.  Is it An nice little Easter egg?  Do we skip the adjectives and go straight to the nouns?  Better ask Comedy Teacher about that.  He knows about English.  I should know English.  I'm pretty close to having a degree in English.  All I learned so far about English is nothing.  It's a language.  I have that on good authority.  I'll see ya later.

6:45 P.M. 
   
   

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Wednesdays are Thursdays

    Can't argue with that logic.  Mostly because it isn't logical.  Can't argue with logic if there's no logic.  Let's get on the same program or something.  Finally set up an appointment to see an advisor.  My teacher, before class.  Then we'll see what's what and whatnot.  I sure hope he sees my birthday in the internet file and goes Hey it's your birthday!  Then I'll be like, Oh, is it?  I hardly remembered!  Then present him with a salvation army coin tin and shake it and go I believe it's customary to give the birthday boy fifty cents?  That'll learn him, that'll learn all of 'em.
    So that's good.  Said someone's name in Good Afternoons who I've never said before.  Turns out writing that extra three people's names on Monday really paid off.  That's a relief.  If it didn't pay off I'd have to start re-evaluating the kind of stuff I'm spending time on and chucking the dead weight.  Like writin' people's names so I can address them in the future.  Turns out, it's off the chopping block.  Served its purpose.  Hey, new palindrome!   Now, Emit, "R U OK?"  Our Time Won."  So I got that going for me.  Here's a Tweet I Tweeted before Deleting It because I was worried it didn't make sense, or made the wrong kind of sense-- "Just watched The Hateful Eight.  Totally Unrealistic.  It Takes Place In The 1800's But We're Clearly In The 21st Century."  I thought it was a joke because I can't believe something happened in the distant past because it's over and I don't know what fiction is and I thought the movie was trying to trick me into thinking we're in the 1800's.
    I'm happy with it. That's how I feel.  Crap, it's only the third paragraph.  The point is I'm a Responsible.  See what classes I need to take, and if it makes sense to take Screenwriting next semester.  I fucked up a chance to do a Hero, though.  Walking to QC, I saw a blind guy walkin' around with his touching-things-stick, getting ready to cross the street.  Shuold have said You need some help?  And then helped him-- I wouldn't have been offering him false hope and then run off laughing.  But I didn't do either.  Oh well, one would figure there's a pretty good chance he got across the street without being run over.  The odds are he's practiced in such an exercise that his chances of getting run over must be like less than 10%.
    That's how that goes.  Thinkin' about handing out 10-song-CD-Albums to class mates on Monday.  That'll make sure they never forget me.  Until they throw out the CD.  Or decide to use it primarily as a mirror.  The point is I'm Great.  Just need to do one and a half more songs.  That's all that is.  Chorus of unfinished song is reminiscent of the chorus of a real song.  Different enough, though.  That's how I feel I guess.  Crap, it's only the fourth paragraph.  What else is going on.  Gotta get a page of stickers.  For sticking title and artist on CD.  Classy.  Gotta keep it classy.  Seein' therapist Monday morning, too.  Aren't I great for living my life almost adequately.  Real ego boost there.
    What else.  Crap it's only the fifth paragraph.  I got a title for the unfinished song.  That's half the battle.  The other half is uploading it to my computer.  There may be some stuff that has to happen in between, too, but I don't have all the details.  What else is crappening.  Be A Hero by handing back to Comedy Professor the other person's paper he gave to me.  Unless he wanted to give it to me.  You got 17/20, he got 18/20, you can learn something from this.  Can't rule that out as a possibility.  I didn't look carefully at the other guy's paper but one of the two comedians he did was Gabriel Iglesias because that's his favorite comedian.  No comment, there.  I don't know his comedy at all.  Is he the fluffy guy?  Yup, that's him.  Turns out I do know something about him.
    Crap and crap.  I don't get how fat equates to fluffy.  Something sounds wrong there.  His Twitter handle is exactly, "FluffyGuy."  Nailed it.  Either I nailed it or he nailed it.  Or we both nailed it.  Which I believe is an expression coming from Jesus' time. ... You know, cause he was a carpenter?  Get your mind out of the gutter.  Why does Jesus need a job.  That's a line of riffing I'm too lazy to continue.  His Dad knows people, he could get any job he wanted.  Anyway, crap and crap.  If Jesus was so great why didn't he invent the printing press.  As far as I can tell he didn't invent anything.  Something doesn't add up here and I'm not going to get to the bottom of it.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Had my SuperDinner last night.  That's the end of that.  WWhew.  Now the options are wide open for what to eat tonight.  Gotta make it count.  This chance comes but four times a week.  Anyway.  Class is a great excuse to force people to take physical copies of my music.  That'll show them.  Still gotta come up with an album name.  Considered going with My Dad's Song Suggestion of something along the lines of This Is My Favorite Class.  Then I considered how that's terrible.  This is my chance to really show what I got in the titles department.  Similarly to Dinner, gotta make the right choice.
    Yeesh.  The point is what else.  Office Christmas Party better be a spin-off of The Office.  Cause if its not...  I don't have a completion for if its not.  And I know its not.  What else is crap.  Eighth paragraph.  That's how I feel.  Also what logic tells us.  Tells us through counting.  You can count on me.  That's What Tony told Danny in The Shining.  Tony lives in the mouth, his finger is totally unrelated.  I disagree.  Tony may live in the mouth but the finger is definitely part of the equation.  I stand by that logic of joke.  The Shining was a documentary about The Shins, right?  That's what I thought it meant.
    Movin' on and on.  What else.  You can count on your teeth.  Nobody's stopping ya.  We talked more in class today about how Teeth mean Death.  Happened twice now.  That mans something, sure.  Haven't dreamt too lately about loose teeth.  I guess we're all safe now.  That's a relief, I guess.  Got my Birthday Gift from my Aunt and Uncle.  If you're reading this, Uncle-- Thank You.  If not-- I'll tell ya at Christmas.  Hopefully that's not giving up too much private information.  If it is, let me know, I'll delete it.  If it isn't...-- See ya at Christmas.  That sure killed a few sentences, right?  I liked staying at my Aunt and Uncles when he took me to Poker Tournaments.  It's a welcome holiday from spending 22 hours in a day in my CrapShack, by which I mean My Room.
    And another thing, have you heard about my room, you heard about this?  My room is so messy, Debra Messing got involved somehow.  Not sure who Debra Messing is.  The point is, My Room Is So Messy...  my parents keep telling me to clean it.  My room is So Messy... it would take three or four hours to clean it completely.  I don't have that kind of time.  Or work ethic.  Or time.  Or work ethic.  Anyway, lets move on.  Get back in the track of talking to all of you.  Let's see, crap and crap. All of you being, what, three people?  Yeah, but you or I don't know who the three people are!!!  It's all open to my imagination.  If three people counts you and me, there's only a third person.  Let's speculate on the identity of the third person.  Let's get back on track.  Thousands of people read this.  Lets operate under that assumption.
    They might not be reading it now, but when I hit the big time, they're gonna come back here and that'll be that retroactively.  That makes sense, right?  Probably not.  Makes sense that I would joke about it.  Doesn't make sense that the joke would make sense happening.  The point is what crap paragraph is this.  Crazysheet, my CrapShack Away From CrapShack.  Eleventh paragraph.  Still so much fun to be had.  That's how I feel.  The Uppers, my other CrapShack Away From CrapShack.  I may live in CrapShacks, but they're multiple CrapShacks.  That's gotta count for something.  Anyway, what else.  Don't know what I'm gonna do with Birthday/Chanukah/Christmas gifts yet.  Either parlay it into getting a guitar/vocal teacher, or get a smart T.V.  Pretty sure I'm misusing the word parlay.  My intention, basically, was that the gifts combined might get me 4-8 lessons, but ideally after spending my gifts on that, my parents let me keep getting more lessons.  Seems like the option to go with, right?  Who needs more T.V.  Trick Question, Though-- I need more T.V.
    Anyway.  The Walking Dead isn't gonna Binge Watch itself.  Too bad, I don't wanna watch it.  I was hoping I could not watch it without any penalties.  Apparently, though... I stopped making sense the first sentence of this paragraph.  What else is crap.  I don't know.  12th paragraph.  Lately, the last few weeks, this 8-14 paragraph ways through the entry, my favorite time.  I've gotten into a groove, I'm enjoying myself, I can picture enjoying myself for the rest of the entry.  Eventually I stop enjoying myself, but don't tell me that!  I never stopped not making sense this paragraph.  Oh well, live and learn.  I can have fun for eight more paragraphs.  Seems like something I could handle.  Anyway, crap and crap.
    I don't know.  The point is lets get to the bottom of who Debra Messing is.  Seems to be some sort of actress.  Sounds about right.  Especially because it is right.  I've consulted the facts.  What else is crap.  Either way Birthday Gift ends up going, I should get my electric guitar fixed.  Seems like a bipartisan issue to me.  Anyway, you know me, I like words and letters.  The word, Trump.  Has Rum in it.  Red Rum.  Tredp Trump.  That's how I feel for some reason.  13th paragraph.  Let's see, crap, crap...  Now that I think about it, starting to feel good around this part of the entry is about 20 minutes after I pop a Ritalin in the 3-5th paragraph.  Well, cracked that code, I guess.  Live and learn.
    How do you cross the street if you're blind.  Is the Walk/Don't Walk sign in Braille?  Are you just going off your listening instincts?  Sounds like cars aren't going on this part of the street.  I don't know.  Maybe he's only half blind.  That would solve that problem.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Girl In Wheelchair wrote a poem about being a Girl In Wheelchair.  Good stuff.  That's how I feel.  Now lets get wheeling along with the entry.  This is the 14th paragraph.  Two thirds done and crap.  The point is Donald Trump Is A Ghost From The Shining.  That settles that.
    I don't know, crap and crap.  Chilling end to his presidency where you see a black and white photo of all the presidents, and there he is, grinning at the camera.  I just scared myself.  That's how that goes.  Anyway, what the what.  Let's get entrying with it.  Lost a couple of big coin flips this session of poker.  Oh well, that's why it's good havin' a large bankroll.  Also, because having a large bankroll is more than having a small bankroll.  You know, because its worth more money?  That sort of crap.  You only get premium hands every so often, and then you lose an all in with 'em?  Doesn't seem right.  I'm gonna petition Poker to increase my individual odds. 
    What else and crap.  16th paragraph.  Then what.  17th paragraph.  Yeesh.  Can work on my song tonight.  Possibly.  Probably not.  Slim to none.  0%.  Except somewhere in the middle.  Goin' with a Bison Burger for dinner tonight.  It's good because its like a hamburger but its a bison burger.  That settles that.  Yeesh, now we're into the part of the entry I do not like.  The crap I gotta crap for the last several paragraphs.  Need to do it, though.  People expect quantity from me.  Gotta give the people what they want.  Then why did Trump become President Elect.  I'm not goin' near that one!!!  I ain't here to be a politico.  Probably not, at least.  If I am, its news to me.
    What else and crap.  Thought of a couple possible Album Names for my Poetry Class Album.  Crap, just folded 66 preflop when I meant to raise.  Back on track though... Thought of a couple possible Album Names for my Poetry Class Album.  "Let's Go Home," was one.  "Take Me Home," was another.  I like the word home right now, that's how I feel for some reason.  Take Me Home is too suggestive.  Let's Go Home, that's good clean fun.  Hah.  Lets Go Home.  Sounds like we got a winner!  The point is a few more paragraphs to go.  I'll also upload the album to me bandcamp site, that goes without saying.  Maybe if I get those stickers in order, put theuppers.bandcamp.com in small print.  That way everyone knows about how great I am.
    Also, 18th paragraph!  That's pretty good.  Here Are Songs.  Too sarcastic.  Right now I'm sticking with Let's Go Home.  Who knows.  The point is paragraph.  Emo Home.  Pailindrome'd it.  Emo being a genre of music in the 2000's.  Music that's emotional??!!  Why, I Never!!!  That's how that might have gone.  Who knows.  Ended up hitting 2 pair on turn and won a big pot against AA.  Things balence out, I guess.  That's the beauty of poker.  That, and those images of the Queen.  Oh boy, does the Queen Card push my buttons.  Doesn't even matter what suit.  That's how I feel?  I guess.  Apparently.  I think people should be playing spin-off games of popular games.  Play Texas Hold-em with two decks.  Stuff like that.
    Why not.  If only all Wars could be fought by playing War.  You may say I'm a dreamer...  That sort of crap.  You could use War: The Card Game to actually combat The War On Hunger.  Just let people eat the cards.  I'm full of great ideas.  What else.  I'm also full of complete and utter stupidity.  That's me.  Oh, right!  I finally figured out what movie I watched the day before yesterday.  Larger Than Life.  Why there was a glut of movies and T.V. Episodes in that time period where people get elephants, I'll never know.  Unless I do some research.  And it turns out consumers responded positively to the idea of elephants being used in fiction.  That would explain it if that's the case.
    Who knows how long this entry will be.  At least this amount.  They say An Elephant Never Forgets, but that's because, what have they got to forget?  All they know is, I'm an elephant, gonna do some elephant stuff.  Maybe that's something to bring up to my philosophy teacher.  Anyway.  Also watched some Romantic Comedy the last few days.  Watched It's Complicated.  Watched most of The Holiday.  I like romantic comedies.  They're comedies with romance in them.  Usually pretty congenial.  I'll watch some congenial crap.  Started watching The Freshman.  So far I'm legitimately entertained by it.  Matthew Broderick is a freshman in NYU.  I did that!  Nothin' but fond memories from those times.  Possibly because I repressed all the bad memories.  Or, possibly, only good things happened that year.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Remember that time I was friends with Marlon Brando?  Who could forget.  Marlon Brando, who I believe was named after Marlon Wayans. And this is in what I believe is the 21st paragraph.  Folded 66 again by accident!  Well, if you're gonna fold a hand by accident, 66 is the one to do it.  Pretty much almost the sign of the beast.  I don't need that kind of thing in my life.  Anyway, crap and crapdom.  Finalized getting Bison Burger For Dinner.  That'll show 'em, that'll show all of 'em.  Comedy Class tomorrow.  Poetry Class on Monday.  Comedy Class on Tuesday.  Then that's it.  Except for having to do a bunch of work for finals.  That's it in terms of having class.
    Wonderful.  When thinking about Let's Go Home or Take Me Home, considered that as the title for Short Story Section.  Probably not.  Unless the story calls for me to leave somewhere and go home.  Then, it's in.  Probably.  Don't even want to commit to that.  Yeesh.  The point is I could write 7-16 pages in a weekend.  I'm all over that in the future as long as I don't have to be all over it today right now.  Am I gonna get to 25 paragraphs?  One imagines it's within reach.  The point is what else.  If this is the 22nd paragraph, that's three to go after this.  Seems about right.  Yeah I know about math.  You know, numbers and stuff?  Counting?  Adding?  Subtraction?  This has gotta be ringing some sort of a bell. 
    Yeesh.  Crap and crap.  One of the poems we workshopped in class today, someone used the Spanish equivalent of the phrase Good For Nothing.  Inspired me.  Probably gonna use that as the song title for the one I'm working on today.  Haven't worked on it today.  Except for listening to it once and thinking Yeah, Good For Nothing can be in that chorus.  The point is yeah I'm inspired by all sorts of things.  Things people say to me... a second thing, one would imagine.  23rd paragraph.  That's a number.  You've got no arguement from me, people lobbying for 23 to be considered a number
    Anyway, chances are this is the penultimate paragraph.  I penned some ultimate paragraphs this entry, but none more penultimate than this one.  Hemorrhaging chips in poker.  Not totally my fault.  Flopped three Kings with QK, lost an all in to AK.  What can ya do.  Fold.  Where were you ten minutes ago?!  That sort of thing.  I can make that a running gag.  Telling myself to fold retroactively and me being upset that I didn't tell that to me back then.  Maybe find a way to complicate it in future times to make it funny.  Who knows for sure.  Not me.  Feelin' like might make it to 30 today.  I don't know.  That's a lot.  Too much.
    The point is this is the 25th paragraph.  I wouldn't lie to you.  I may be misinforming you.  But in my heart of hearts I truly believe this is the 25th.  I don't know.  Now the question is if I have a paper of stickers to print onto.  And if I have 16 blank CD-Rs.  And if it's really a worthwhile thing to do.  Lots of unanswered questions as of now.  The point is what else and crap.  Writing 30 paragraphs, that's a good way to reward myself with Bison.  Did you know that American Indians use all of the burger.  Probably.  You probably know a lot of stuff I would wager.  Anyway, crap and crap.
    Here we go.  Pot committed to 30 now.  I can do that, sure.  Probably.  One would imagine.  Just write 5 paragraphs.  Just do it.  Don't think.  Just start writing and keep doin' it until the job is done.  KK preflop BRB.  Won a small pot IAB.  That's how that goes for some reason.  Tomorrow is legitimately the weekend after class.  And class is great.  Comedy.  So it's all good fun and joy even starting as early as now.  Weekend gotta write my story though.  That could either be great or terrible.  We'll see how this situation develops and I promise to keep you updated except if I'm being responsible and am busy writing the story instead of updating you on developing situations.
    See, paragraphs are easy.  All it takes is a little elbow grease which is a phrase for some reason.  Guess some people have grease in their elbows.  Who am I to judge.  Hey, 27th paragraph.  Then something else.  It's about time one would imagine.  What else and crap.  Professor seemed a little hesitant when I asked if he would advise me.  Like, What we got going in this class is great, I don't wanna complicate that.  Need to know what classes to take, though.  Has to be done.  The point is crap and crap.  27th paragraph.  Let's see how the rest of this entry plays out.  I don't know.  You don't know.  Nobody knows.  Except for time travelers, I hate them so much.
    Three ta go.  Alright.  My favorite scene in The Hateful Eight is when they're eating stew and all getting along.  I want some stew!  Seems like a worthwhile endeavor.  Inspired me to finish my stir fry.  Stir fry isn't so far away from stew.  I mean, for sure, they're different.  But in the end, you eatin' up some rice and pieces of chicken and vegetable, is that really that different from eating stew?  I mean, I know it is, but... you get the idea.  Just lost an all in with a lower flush.  Jeez.  Things ain't goin my way today.  Except in terms of Entry.  I've written one and crap.  28th paragraph.  I got that going on and crap.  And I still have a pretty, pretty deep bankroll for the stakes I'm playing.  No reason to get upset unless I lose half of what I got at some point.  Anyway, crap and crap.
    What else.  Real penultimate paragraph this time around.  Crap.  Just can't let losing in Poker effect my play.  As long as I keep playing solid, I'll be okay.  What else and crap.  Get to finish watching The Freshman today, unless other stuff appears that makes me want to watch that first.  The point is what the Hell ever happened to Bruno Kirby.  The only reason I know his name is because he was a frequent guest on Larry Sanders.  Oh well, live and learn.  Oh, he died.  That's what happened to him.  Well, now I seem like a real asshole, don't I.  That's just great.  I don't know.  If I start playing Freerolls again in addition to the 1/2 cent tables, I can make up some ground one would imagine.
    Last paragraph.  We did it!  Wonderful.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  I do still need to travel to class tomorrow.  That's no weekend.  Bus is fine, but walking to and from?  I could do without it.  What else is crap.  The good news about Bruno Kirby is that he inspired a classic game boy game.  Most people can't say that.  Or say it truthfully, at least.  It's him and Mario Mario.  What else.  I don't know.  Classes winding down.  2 or 3 week vacation.  All is going pretty well.  3-5 minutes of time in Poetry Class on Monday to read stuff.  Or, in my case, play stuff.  That's two songs.  That'll show 'em, that'll show all of 'em.  I'll see ya later.

-6:59 P.M.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Titles Are Worth Their Weight In Titles

    Came up with some framework for Story To Be Written.  Dividing it into 5 parts.  Came up with random titles for four of the five.  But that randomness will guide me.  Now I'm having fun.  I mean, they're random, but they have something that is inherently applicable to comedy and/or narrative, so now I really do kind of know what I'm gonna do.  That'll show people, I suppose.  The point is titles have gotten me out of yet another jam.  Titles are the best.  Laid down some instrumental for a song.  This would be nine.  Get to ten.  Because great.  What else.  'Comedian' friend of classmate talked to the class today.  It was more of a talk about being a comedian than comedy, but he did give us a fair share of jokes.  I started tuning out when he referenced Albert & Costello. 
    I didn't really tune out.  I paid attention and everything because I'm a good guy.  Also, his jokes weren't that good.  Oh well, live and learn.  Gonna ask my teacher tomorrow after class if he can advise me.  I'm supposed to just find a full time faculty member.  That's him.  Probably.  He might be part time.  I don't have all the details.  The point is great.  Teacher was happy with the Paper Proposal I handed in.  Great.  Wasn't happy about the George Carlin/Dat Phan paper.  Didn't do terribly, got 17/20.  Alright.  Gotta think of the fifth title.  I feel like 5 sections is good.  2 pages a section is 10, three pages is 15.  Right in the wheelhouse of how long it should be.
    So I got that going for me.  Sections.  Left the house with dragging an old pair of boxers in my shoe.  Luckily someone happened to be walking by my house and alerted me.  I could have conceivably shown up to class with some laundry hanging out of my shoe.  My unmentionables.  Crap, mentioned it.  The point is Great.  I gotta pay more attention to what I'm doing I guess.  Comedian Guy talking about different successful comedians he's encountered.  Apparently Eddie Griffin is a dick.  I'm not buying it.  Probably your fault or something you did.  Eddie Griffin is A God.  That's how I feel about things in general.  Still, I asked him life 5 questions during the Q & A.  Just because I like hearing myself talk. 
    Especially when there's a Teacher around.  That's when the benefits really come into play.  Fourth paragraph, I guess.  I got that going for me.  When they finally start voting on confirming a Supreme Court Nominee, the only way he'd get my support is if he points outside the window to the building that hosts the Supreme Court and goes I'll Be The Judge of That!  Seems like a nonpartisan issue, making stupid puns.  Right?  Anyway.  One of the titles I thought of is, "How Punderful."  Because one would imagine I've got a lot to say about puns in this story.  Or center a mini-story around a pun or using puns.  See, having structure, it's great. 
    What else.  That's the third section.  That's how I feel.  Have too much dinner for superdinner.  Ended up not finishing the stir fry yesterday, or the equivalent of a hot dog.  Still have that for tonight.  And my Mom left over half a steak and half a potato because she didn't like it.  That's almost enough for two dinners.  I guess it is.  Maybe have a roll or something with the Steak part.  It's conceivable.  Christmas coming up.  I'll eat some food, sure.  Uncle doesn't want to talk politics.  That's good.  I guess we can talk about some other topic that we're all vaguely aware about.  Hmm.  Probably just three hours of Walking Dead Discussion.  One would imagine that's how that will go.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Nothing interesting happened today compared to yesterday.  Yesterday I saw clouds move.  And I was only moving pretty slowly for them to move.  Pretty good stuff.  Almost fell down the stairs.  That's a plus.  I feel like I watched a movie yesterday.  I don't have all the details.  What The Hell paragraph is this.  Six.  That's no good.  Sometimes I get a second wind around now.  Let's see how that plays out.  Teacher accidently handed me back someone else's response paper.  I think that means I have to Become Him now.  Shit, I didn't read it yet, hopefully he's a good person to become.  He got an 18/20.  Well, I guess that's how it is.
    Right?  Right.  He got a 9 out of 10.  I got a measly 8.5.  That's not so bad.  85% is a solid B.  Three less than 20, thuogh, that seems like a lot.  It would be 70% if it was three less than ten.  What the Hell am I talking about.  Mathematics.  You wouldn't understand.  I've developed a habit, for these songs, recording the constant riff over verse/choruses with two or three tracks, each one about 90% consistent with the other ones.  Feels like some sort of distortion.  I've got no complaints.  Until I listen to it in 6 months and then have some complaints by then.  The point is I'm a visionary.  Except for sound.  I'm a soundsion..ar... I'm a sound guy.
    Alright!  Gotta be something.  Eighth paragraph.  Now we gettin' into it.  Might as well give you the tentative titles for sections.  Section One Title-- Comedy Is Cathartic.  Section Two Title-- Misanthrope, Go!  Section Three Title-- How Punderful.  Section Four or Section Five Title-- Let's Be Real.  I feel like those titles I came up with in no context at all are a pretty good guide.  Section Title I, Comedy is in it.  It's about comedy.  Section two, misanthrope.  The character'll be more or less a misanthrope.  Section Three- Puns are comedy.  Section Four/Five-- lots of interpretations for that.  The point is I'm about 75% done with the paper based on those four things.
    Whew, that's a relief.  You know what else is a relief?  Ninth paragraph.  You know what else is a relief?  The kind of pitchers the Mets are going after this off season.  Well, more like 2/3rds done without the fifth title.  Great.  Not even taking into consideration I need A Title To Rule Them All for the entire story.  Oh, I know.  Lord of the Rings.  No one's used that title yet, right?  I saw they're remaking The Ring.  Oh, I get it.  The well looks like a ring.  And when they call you, phone rings.  Two things ain't bad.  Anyway.  Why wait seven days to kill someone supernaturally.  You're just giving them ample time to get their affairs in order and prepare for the inevitable.  You really wanna be scary, you go Fifteen Minutes.  Now that's a scary meatball.
    Sure I should punch up a lot of scripts.  No reason not to.  Which reminds me, I should really take the Screenwriting class instead of just considering it.  I think I have 5 classes to go overall to graduate.  2 Spring, 2 Summer, 2 Fall.  I get to take one class that don't count without having to sacrifice any extra time before graduating.  Of course, seeing English Teacher As Advisor'll clarify all that.  If I got The Ring call yesterday, I would go Seven Days?  That's My Birthday!  Oh My God Oh My God what is this girl getting me!  Hopefully someone sends me a painting of a clown frowning which says, You're Getting Older.  Or hopefully not.  I've narrowed it down to those two things.
    Eleventh paragraph.  Now we're gettin' there.  I hate forgetting if I poured alcohol into my soda.  I can't drink it not knowing, I might be wasting soda.  I can't add more, that would be too much alcohol.  It's a lose-lose situation.  Just my luck.  I could split the difference and add a little bit of alcohol.  Pretty much my best solution.  That's the stuff.  What do I got in store for the rest of the day.  Probably nothing.  Great.  I was trying to figure out how many hours of Simpsons Episodes there are.  Let's do the math.  23 minutes an episode.  600 episodes.  That many minutes.  Divide by 60, that's how many hours.  The difference is, now I got a calculator to help me out.  This isn't adding up at all.  I got 230 hours.  That's not right.  Seems low.  Oh well, live and learn.
    What else is crap.  12th paragraph.  What have I done to deserve this fate?!  Oh, yeah, write 11 paragraphs.  That covers that.  What else is crappening.  My Mom thought I skipped school or something because I got home early.  Where does she get off.  Don't tell me, I don't wanna know.  Alrighty then.  Crap and crap.  Let's see, words, words.  I know a bunch of words.  Time to put them into order.  I don't know.  I'd like to see an Albert & Costello routine.  What's your name?  I don't know.  Terrible.  Anyway, crap the crap.  Fifteen paragraphs is pretty much within reach.  No reason to exert myself when I could be watching T.V. and thinking about where I went wrong with my life. 
    Three ta go!  Awesome.  One would imagine I'd have dinner at some point.  That'll take up 20 minutes.  Other stuff.  The point is I got a lot to do.  I can even end it after this paragraph.  Seems about right.  Crazysheet has served its purpose and now it's time to branch off into other endeavors.  I don't know.  Still a few sentences to go.  Ya'll ready for some comedy?  Wait, no.  Too late for that.  We're pot committed to an entry without comedy.  But the good news is its over.  See ya later.

-6:07 P.M.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Ground Banana III: The Legend Continues

    Saw a ground banana outside my class building in Queens College.  Not a fresh one, though.  All moldy and everything, but still in its... shell?  Peel?  Exterior?  You get the idea and whatnot.  The point is great.  Workshopped a song today.  I didn't like it.  Other people did.  Or so they claim.  Hey, I'll take it.  People keep talking about me.  Probably four or five comments on other peoples' poems saying it sounds like me.  Finally, I found a group of people as obsessed with me as much as I am!  Whatta relief.  They don't get it, though.  The whole song we workshopped, man, that was like a reaction to their adoration.  Totally over all of our heads.
    Right, right.  Start on my story tomorrow.  I had the idea to break it up into parts, to make it less daunting to write.  I can keep it in parts, or just combine the parts, for the final draft.  It's a brilliant idea and I can't wait to put it into action.  Got some SuperDinner for tonight.  Or should I say, Supperdinner?  No, I shouldn't.  Doesn't convey any of the important information that SuperDinner does.  The point is I've got some chicken teriyaki stir fry and the equivalent of one hot dog.  Gonna knock eating dinner out of the park.  You know, like baseball?  This song is a great send-up or send-off whichever the phrase is of Christmas songs!  I wasn't going for a send-something.  I was just writing crap.
    I'll take it.  You know more than me, I'm too close to the source material.  Anyway, crap the crap.  I just meant it to be a send-something of songs in general.  You know how most songs are great and make sense?  Not this one!  Totally over everyone's heads.  The point is 2 more songs and I'm at ten for the semester.  I can do that, do it hardcore.  I also have a 2-5 minute allotment on the final day of class for poems/songs we haven't shared yet.  One more chance to force people to listen to my music.  One would imagine I don't get that chance so often in Philosophy Class.  I think, therefore I am.  And I am a Lyrics Man.  See how that goes over.  Anyway.  All these ground bananas, you think the universe is trying to tell me something.  What it is I don't know yet.  I'll keep you updated on this situation as it develops.
    Fourth paragraph!  Computer reeking of cigarettes.  I don't know how to feel about that.  Yeah, I smoke cigarettes.  Hmm.  Or, Yeah!  I smoke cigarettes!  Jealous?  Probably.  What else is going on.  Middle school teachers used to think I smoked cigarettes because my clothes smelled like cigarettes because my Mom smoked cigarettes.  Glad we got that out of the way.  The point is what else and crap.  The American Indian people what with the pipeline won.  Alright!  It just goes to show if we all come together except for me we can accomplish great things.  The only mention I made of it was as a springboard to riff on American Indians in an insensitive way.  Hey, every little bit counts. 
    Little Bit should be an American Indian name.  And, boy, when he starts learning numbers... What else is going on.  Fifth paragraph and whatnot.  There must be a reason for this epidemic of Ground Bananas.  Sure, three ground bananas within two or three years doesn't sound like much, but you start crunching the numbers, it's pretty much out of the ordinary.  Never seen a ground apple.  Never seen a ground grapefruit.  Except for when they were grown.  Fruits are grown, right?  Out of the ground?  I don't have all the details.  What else is going on.  My birthday is in a week.  Finally, an even year of age again.  I've been waiting all year.  That makes sense one would imagine.  I heard in some cultures you start at age 1 when you're born.  That's not good.  That means, assuming all of our life expectancies are the same, they die a year sooner than most people.
    What are these parents thinking.  Older Lady in Class really liked my song.  One down, ...12 to go.  I will not rest until everybody really likes my songs.  Except sure I will.  We all need some regular sleep in our lives.  Ask anyone, they'll tell ya.  Sixth paragraph.  Alright!  Today's Monday.  Getta load of that crap.  I figure if I start writing 2-3 pages a day tomorrow, I'll get there in time with some extra days for revision.  I can write 2-3 pages a day.  Probably.  One would imagine.  It would take over the Crazysheet time of the day, but sometimes we have to make sacrifices.  Like the sacrifice I took by not picking up the ground banana and start a physical collection of them.  Sure, I'll look like an idiot and mentally challenged person... until I find the next one. 
    That's how that might go.  Seventh paragraph.  There are multiple people eating bananas in the street and going, I don't need to get rid of these properly!  Maybe it's the same person.  Maybe I'm Fight Clubbing Myself And It's Me.  Can't rule anything out at this point.  What else is happening.  I bet the first person to win Time Magazine Person Of The Year was the guy who invented the clock.  That's where they got their name from.  The first year they had no name.  Started going with Time to keep that tradition alive.  That's what I'd bet.  I wonder if naming a magazine Time created a rift in the space-time continuum.  One can only imagine Yes.  Just lost an All In with AKo.  Oh well, what can you do.  Fold.  Yeah, but, no.  Too good a hand to fold.  Just do it.  Fold.  Where were you two minutes ago?!?!
    Right.  Great.  I think the reason the Older Lady liked my song is because there's a verse about me getting older.  Getting older?  That's the only thing I think about! is what she must have been thinking about.  Getting older and Mike.  Only two things I care about.  That finishes that logic.  2 things is still very good.  2 things is is bad grammar.  Guess I've got to quit writing, now.  Thems the rules of the road.  Anyway, what the what.  Haven't written an entry since Thursday.  Time just flies by.  You know, like magazines?  Watched Cheaper By The Dozen I and II over the weekend.  I had already seen the second one before.  But I watched it again.  Now that I have the context of the first one, made it all the more enjoyable.  Anyway.  I'm pretty sure there's 3-4 of the dozen that don't have any dialogue at all.  There's Hillary Duff, the brother older than her, the grown woman.  That's three.  There's the twins.  That's five.  There's the girl prankster.  That's six.  There's the glasses kid who nobody likes.  Seven.  I feel like there was one who skateboards.  That's eight.  Can't think of anymore.
    Real issues.  I wonder of they worked out some rules with the SAG people about actually getting them cheaper by the dozen.  One would imagine Yes.  Eugene Levy in the second one.  I feel like it Eugene Levy and Al Franken switched places it would be a while before anyone notices.  Perfect prank to ring in the 2017 congressional session.  Anyway.  How come there aren't any black snowmen.  Seems kind of racist to me.  What else.  Ninth paragraph.  Alright.  What other pranks can we pull.  If not now, when.  What else.  What's Rick Moranis been up to.  Let's get him in the mix.  Mix of what.  I don't know, you figure it out.  What else.  I'm sick of being workshopped at the end of class.  I don't get the same amount of time as other people.  I demand more time of people talking about me!
    What the what.  Wrote a couple of people's names in my notebook so I'd remember them for Good Afternoons.  A little bit late in the semester for that.  The good news is I think there was only one or maybe two times we've been Good Afternooning and I was stuck without knowing any of the remaining peoples' names.  That unpleasantness is behind us.  The worst part was when I tried to guess a name for a girl and I used the name as the other guy in my class.  How insulting.  It's a foreign name, though, I didn't know which gender it applied to.  The point is now I know her name.  Gonna Goodafternoon her correctly to balance out my sins.  What else.
    What paragraphizzle is this.  Eleventh.  Not bad.  Probably not.  That's what I would guess.  Stupid not starting my story today.  Stupid in the sense that I'm stupid for taking that line of action.  Oh well.  The last song was me singing more properly.  Usually I head sing.  Which, it turns out, sounds better.  At least to me.  That's how some people do it, get off my back.  Singing from a deeper place, I don't wanna say lungs, maybe esophagus, I sound whiny as crap.  I only sound muted-whiny with my head singing voice.  That'll show them, that'll show all of them.  Part of the final assignment is we have to talk about a poet we really like or something.  I don't like poets.  I like some poems.  Poets, I can take or leave.  Suppose I could talk about a songwriter.  In that case, probably Elliott Smith.  You could listen to a song 1000 times and each time it sounds different and new.
    That's good, because with my free time, I can listen to a song 1000 times within two weeks.  Bob Dylan would probably be second or third, just based on the lyrics, but that's too much of an obvious answer.  I don't wanna be obvious.  I wanna be unpredictable!  That's a good quality to have one would imagine.  Jesus Christ was a phenomenon, he was born in some rickety old shack, either on the couch or on the ottoman, that is if you believe that crap.  One stanza in my song is good.  But boy, is it ever.  Except for how I misspelled couch as coach in the word document.  Oh well, can't win 'em all.  At least I made people think.  Did you mean to say couch, I don't know? is a comment I got.  Good.  My goal is to provoke thinking and discussion, and mission accomplished.  Having one good stanza is good.  Most people don't have any good stanzas.
    What else and crapdom.  13th paragraph.  How spooky.  I'm scared now.  My entire house is dark because no one else is in it, so no lights were on.  And it was completely dark outside.  I was scared, I don't have to tell you.  Not so much because of the possible ghosts lurking around, but because I could fall and hurt myself.  Walking down the stairs, oh boy.  Was really touch and go there for a while.  Ben Carson urban development secretary.  I find that vaguely racist.  Well, with Trump being president, being vaguely racist is a step up.  That's how that goes and whatnot.  It took 13 paragraphs but I finally wrote a joke.  Whew.  Most people don't get to any jokes.  I'm ahead of the curve.  Which is a phrase for some reason I've been led to believe.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Got rid of my filled up garbage bag.  Started anew.  #Adult.  Out with the old, in with the new.  In garbage terms.  What else.  Hemorrhaging chips in poker.  Oh well, such is life.  You can't give up when you're losing.  You'll never get to winning that way.  You might end up losing twice as much, though.  That's why its called an equation.  Right?  That's a thing?  Sure?  Alright.  The point is What's, the deal, with all these ground bananas?  If only I had a ground banana to bring into class for Thanksgiving.  Doesn't get much funnier than ground bananas.
    Ground bananas are way better than the joke relayed to me by the kid whose gonna do comedy for us in class.  I had my chance and I blew it.  That's how that goes.  Didn't do the poem assignment that was due today.  Didn't even realize we had an assignment.  I feel like that's okay.  I'm doin' pretty good in this class.  Everyone loves them some Mike.  15th paragraph.  Cool.  What fun was had and what fun still to be had.  Great.  On the one hand, I think its great that people are thinking about me so much in Poetry.  On the other hand, they don't have a great idea on what makes Mike Mike.  Don't have the heart to break it to them that their impression of me isn't a great version of me.  Oh well.
    I'll take it!  This is it.  Philosophy class, no one's gonna be talking about Mike.  Enjoy it while it lasts.  Hopefully I at least have one or two English Elective courses I need to take.  Well, compared to other courses I may need to take.  Anyway, crap the crap.  I feel like these Poetry Class People are stupid enough to actually give my music a listen when I post a link to the 10 songs I did in the second half of Poetry Class.  It's possible.  16th paragraph.  Whatta joy.  I've been considering more heavily than in the past to get that guitar/vocal teacher.  On the one hand, cool!  On the other hand, eh.  Put em together, you get Cooleeeh?!  You also got a respectful way to hold your hands in an elementary school class.  They teach you to hold your hands for respect.  I can't say I've seen that being used since I was in fifth grade.
    Oh well, live and learn.  Apparently Bad Santa II is getting bad reviews.  That's not supposed to happen.  I'm supposed to be looking forward to seeing this movie.  Now that amount of looking forward do has been slashed in half.  Great, just great.  What else is crappening.  Maybe get started on a song tonight.  A better song.  Than the last ones.  Good, just great.  Maybe get started on a song tonight.  A better song.  Than the last ones.  Good, just great.  What else is going on.  Stopped watching new SNLS with my mother.  I think we just need some time apart.  I'm getting a little bit too old to watch T.V. shows with my mother.  Not complete T.V. shows.  I come downstairs for something else, watch a minute or two here or there.  That's fine. 
    The point is I Live At Home, What Do You Want Me To Do About It.  Gotta keep goin' and whatnot.  Most people live at home.  It would be weird to live somewhere else.  That reminds me, I was trying to think of a song title.  Something with the word Weird.  You know, for strategy?  I don't know.  I feel bad about The Mets having too many outfielders.  One or two people won't get their chance to shine.  I don't even care about getting anything back for trading an outfielder or two, I just want some closure on what our outfield will be, where everybody goes home happy.  Home is where you live.  I think we've discussed this sufficiently.  Right?  Sure.
    What else.  19th paragraph.  They say Home Is Where The Heart Is.  So, in my chest then?  Home is in our chests?  Makes sense to me, sure.  I had a science teacher, probably Biology, in high school, we had a mini-in-class-assignment, he just asked is, Point to yourselves.  Point to yourselves.  People were pointing to themselves all over the place.  And, at the end, he was like, Those of you pointing in between your eyes are correct.  Our senses have us in between our eyes.  It was a message I would remember for years to come.  Also, for years to come after this.  Don't ever wanna forget that wisdom.  What else is crappening.  I did a real anti-Hero thing today on the bus.  Finished my iced coffee, and just put it down on the raised surface between Chair and Window.  Sorry.  I had to do it so I could read comments about my songs comfortably on the bus.  Had to get rid of that cumbersome coffee cup.  I'm not proud of it, but there it is.
    Yeesh.  20th paragraph.  As of now, feels like 25.  We'll see I guess.  What else is going on.  Arrange poems into 10 pages for final assignment.  Include a link to a 10 song album because I'm just that great.  Write 5 pages of random questions, such as the poet we most admire which I discussed previously.  Great, just great.  Plus, I have a couple of days in between Short Story being due and Poetry Class being due.  That's pretty good because I can put it off till then.  The point is I shuold take that Screenwriting class.  I feel like I'll be lost not taking a class which demands something creative for me.  I'd have to e-mail someone to get permission.  Cause I'm not Film or Media Studies.  I feel like they'll give me permission if I just go, This is something I'm really interested in.
    On the other hand, who cares.  I don't know.  Not me.  Well, a little bit.  Not right now, though.  This entry has my undivided attention.  Anyway, just went away for 20 minutes.  I was arranging what I'm getting for dinner, you jerk.  Gettin' a side of Fried Calamari as back-up in case I need more.  Or, back-up, so I can put off the hot dog sandwich fir something else.  And replace it with a more traditional side.  These are the real issues??  What else.  21st paragraph.  25 well within reach.  Either on the coach or on the ottoman.  And I was worried of spelling ottoman wrong!  Oh, life is full of surprises.  Gotta think of a good title for Poetry Album.  Maybe make that This Is My Second Favorite Class.  With or without Ever at the end.  That's the kind of Mike this class has grown to love. 
    Stupid class, I hate them so much.  Anyway, what the what now.  22nd paragraph.  Wonderful.  Most likely getting my Short Story Proposal back tomorrow, one would imagine.  That'll give me a good framework of how to move forward.  If the professor has any gumption, he'd give it back to me in January and go See How It Feels?  And by that time I will have flunked the class.  Oh well, live and learn.  I like fried calamari.  Someone once gave me unfried calamari because that's what the eat in Chinese countries sometimes.  Terrible.  That's right, Chinese countries.  Whatever.  Anyway, hey I get to eat calamari.  That'll show 'em.  What else is crappening.
    New paragraph, that's what's up.  3 to go and whatnot most likely probably.  I saw clouds moving today.  That's a special occasion.  Must be windy up there.  That's how I feel.  To be fair, I was walking, too.  Could have just been that.  Don't rain on my parade!  Finally making up some ground in poker.  It's about damn time.  Still over 40 dollars.  No reason to get worried yet and whatnot.  What else and crap.  Fried Calamari goes with anything.  That's... well... it's not how I feel.  But, in general, sure, whatever.  I don't know.  Spider web hanging from my light fixture.  Pulled it down.  That'll show these spiders for trying to do something.
    Also, penultimate paragraph!  Great.  Anyway, what else is crap.  I'm a big fan of rice, but I feel I doubled down too much yesterday.  Got the stir fry.  Got Chicken & Rice soup as a compliment.  What can I say, I wasn't planning ahead real well when finalizing my order.  It was a mistake I'd remember for years to come.  When I was a kid I wouldn't eat soup.  I wouldn't eat cheese.  I wouldn't drink milk.  Get off my back about it!  Anyway, crap and crap.  At least one of those things isn't particularly good for you.  What else.
    Last paragraph.  We did it!  Alright!!!  What else is crap.  Just ate some calamari.  Just a few pieces.  On track for eating dinner in between 8 and 9.  I will keep you updated on how this situation develops.  Whattado with the rest of the day.  Probably crap and stuff.  Watched Jingle All The Way a few days ago.  I remember it being more an ensemble cast, with Sinbad getting equal footing as Arnold Schwarrtensaeger.  Turns out he's 1/5th the role.  Oh well, live and learn.  What else is going on.  I don't know.  I'll see ya later.

-6:42 P.M.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Yeah I'm Doin' Stuff!

    Crazysheet classic.  White font on black background.  So far, so good.  I have upwards of three sentences already and I can't complain.  I don't like it.  I'm goin back.  For References Sake, the first few sentences and header were done with a black background.  With a white font.  Try to keep up.  Submitted a response paper.  Submitted my Short STory proposal.  Did some instrumental for a potential song.  Now I get to enjoy the weekend.  You know, lie in bed and crap?  Maybe drink some soda?  The point is what else.  We watched a clip from Smoke Signals today!  Not a part where they talk about Soda Bread, but, hey, you can't have it all.
    Today was Native American Humor.  One of 'em was pretty good.  And by pretty good, I mean, sure, he's good.  I feel decidely positive about him in his favor.  Sure I know how to write sentences.  I believe his name was Charlie something.  Possibly Chaplin.  Nope, Hill.  I was clse, though.  You could tell he's Native American because one of their given names is related to the circumstances of their birth or something.  He was apparently born on a hill.  Logic'd it.  Hills are like mountains but less.  Yeah I'm well learn-ed.  Asked my parents for some possible names for songs.  Because this is a family affair.  Loved 'em.  My Dad's idea was This Is My Favorite Class Ever.  Hah!  I can do something like that.  These people think Mike is such a great personality, might as well pander to them based on what they think I'm life.
    Of course, I would revise the title.  Maybe just, This Is My Second Favorite Class.  Makes em feel unsure of themselves.  What can we do to become his first favorite?  Probably donate some sex to me or something.  That'll do the trick.  The point is I'm back in Comedy Professor's good graces. Now all I have to do is write an entire short story.  Dam.  Anyway, crap the crap and whatcrap.  Didn't rain today.  Thanks a lot, global warming.  It's science, you wouldn't understand.  Anyway.  Huh.  Only the third paragraph.  That's okay, that's okay.  No need to panic.  Let's see, I got any new palindromes???  I don't think so.  I'll keep you updated, though, when a new one comes to mind.  It's usualy based on something I read in the real world.  Lookin' out window of bus, you see lots of words.  Sometimes those words are other words backwards.
    A lot of words aren't words backwards, but them backwards is a relatively interesting sequence of letters.  That's how I feel.  The song I did the music for is a little more punk-ish than previous songs for this class.  You know, chords and crap?  That sort of thing.  Submitting one last song for workshop for the class this weekend.  That'll bring me to 8 songs overall for class.  Figure I get to 9-12, when I post my final paper online, include a link for the Poetry Class Songs.  I wonder what I'll title that album.  Something along the lines of Poetry Class Sessions, but edgier. ... ... So are we all okay with Poetry Class Sessions?  Sounds kind of pretentious.  I'm not 100% sure what sessions means but I'm relatively certain it barely applies.
    It's like when you record your songs in a studio.  The sessions of recording song.  Right?  And I'm not recording the songs in poetry class.  These are all issues that I'll get the kinks worked out of when the time comes.  Fifth paragraph.  Anyway, what the what.  This Is My Second Favorite Class.  Now everyone's participating.  Including the entire class.  People can get on board with that, right?  And show their appreciation with potential sex?  Let's keep our fingers crossed!  What else.  I had a dream a few nights ago where the girl in wheelchair from class was trying to get into my house but I was sleeping and there was no one there to let her in.  It's for the best, I suppose-- my house isn't wheelchair accessible.  Several steps to get to the front door.  I guess  someone can roll her up for a few steps. 
    The point is I don't know.  There must be a point somewhere in that.  The point is make my house wheelchair accessible.  The way it is now, the doors open for lawsuits, lots of lawsuits.  You wouldn't want me to get sued, would ya?  Would ya?  I heard they're gonna ban smoking cigarettes in public housing.  I brought my laptop into class on Wednesday and it reeked of cigarette.  In my house I don't notice it, because that's the default smell.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Didn't do/hand in the Dyad assignment.  Before class everyone was saying they wrote about me.  Just as I suspected.  One person showed it to me, and from quickly glancing at it and reading one line of mine, gave it back.  It wasn't me at all.  I can't be exposed to different opinions on who I am.  It ain't right.
    Anyway, what the what.  My Mom's suggestion for a song title was Winter Blues.  Typical Mom answer.  I don't wanna write a blues song.  Well, sure, I would want to, but I don't know how to write a blues song.  Blues is a multi-purpose word.  I can do it.  Listening to the chorus instrumental last night, before I added some riffing today, I could end the chorus with These Winter Blues.  Add the word These.  To make it more contemporary and relevant with today's youth.  Kids these days, can't get enough of the word These.  Anyway, who cares.  I do.  In theory.  I don't care right now.  But in general, sure I care.  The point is what else.  My Mom qualified her suggestion by asking if I ever heard of the term Summer Dreams.  I said, I've heard of a Summer Nights Dream.  Thinking about it, now, though, she might have said summer greens.  In which case, nope, never heard of it.
    I've heard of ever green.  I learned about it from Gum.  The point is getting song titles from other people expands my trajectory of technicality in song ambiguity structureaculation.  That's how I feel.  Also, no good ideas for song titles as of now.  Yeesh.  Eighth paragraph.  Recorded Jingle All The Way yesterday.  So I got that goin' for me.  Anyway.  I don't know.  Watched the Black Jeopordy with Tom Hanks sketch from SNL in class.  I just went I Already Saw This. ...Neeeeext!  Because that's the kind of guy I am in my imagination.  We talked a lot about how different cultures name their children in class today.  Italians name their kids based on grandparents names.  Native Americans name kids, their grandparents name 'em, on stuff going on during their birth. You know, Comedy?
    What else.  It's December.  Wow.  Ninth paragraph.  That's how that goes.  I lost a hand in poker.  That's not supposed to happen.  Only good stuff is supposed to happen.  Right?  Probably.  I think kids should name their parents.  You have a kid, they take your name, they give you a name.  Seems like a logical way to go about things.  I just won a pot in poker.  That's good.  I knew it!  Good things do happen.  Anyway.  It ensures that everyone in your family, before they have a child, has the same first name.  That's important one would imagine.  What else and crap.  I learned that hip young American Indians call reservations The Rez.  I'm okay with that.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  The Ritalin in my pocket broke in half.  At least it was a clean break.  Two pretty much full halves.  I still have half the entry to go.  I could probably do that somehow one would imagine.  The girl I talk to before class in Comedy Class is bringing her boyfriend to class next week so he can do Comedy for us.  Boy am I ready to hate it.  She told me one of his jokes before class and I'm pretty sure there was no punchline.  It was just a relatively weird thing that happened to him.  It didn't even happen to him.  It was a relatively weird thing he observed.  Maybe he has a punchline to it that she didn't give.  Let's hope, for all of our sakes, that he does.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I briefly thought about telling Teacher I could do a five minute set, but I'm pretty sure I would bomb terribly, so I didn't.
    What else and crap.  Eleventh paragraph.  Solidly into the double digits.  The real question is, if I do somehow digitally or personally give Poetry People my album, do I have the artist as Michael Kornblum or The Uppers.  Luckily I've got a few weeks to think about this conundrum.  Girl who brought up Daniel Johnston during my workshop talked to me a little more extensively about it.  Made me feel like a jerk, that Fun was the only album I knew.  Also made me want to remember her name.  I feel like it might be Jennifer.  I tried to remember specifically last class because she could be a potential friend if circumstances permit.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Too late in the class to make friends now.  Damnit all to Hell.
    Crap and crap. Down again in Poker.  Not too much, though.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Should lay down some tasty vocals for song tonight.  Get started on my story this weekend in addition to maybe doing another song or two.  All comin' together and whatnot.  Jeez.  There was a girl in class today wearing a very revealing top.  She asked me what was due today and I replied I Love you.  Why can't today be my groundhog day.  Hey, that's another movie I got recorded!  And if I watch it every day from now on, that would really be in the spirit of the movie.  What else is crap and whatnot.  Got leftovers from last two nights of dinner to combine into a superdinner tonight.  A small amount of Lasagna.  Half a steak and half a baked potato.  That'll do just fine.  Add a roll for good measure.
    These are the real issues.  If only this girl can see me talk about superdinner, she'd be ready to go.  I feel like I make a little bit of eye contact with her during class.  Not so much today, but in the past, we have.  I got that goin' on for me.  Eye contact with, I don't know, two or three girls in each class?  Nothing extreme.  Just some innocent, Hey, you're glancing at me, I'mma glance at you!  I don't know what it means.  Sociality confuses me.  I have no idea what I'm doin'.  What paragraphizzle is this.  Thirteenth.  That's pretty good.  End is in sight.  Except not literally.  I don't have it written yet so I can't very well be looking at it, can I?
    Anyway.  What else.  These potential songs I'll be writing over the next two weeks will correspond with having a bankroll on poker.  Not like the first half.  I think for a couple I had a few dollars on poker, so that's comparitable.  And whatnot.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I think the first song I did was the same night I got drunk and watched the first episode of Tracy Ullman.  I can't remember if that's the first legitimate song I did or the Halloween Song that wasn't really a song.  Oh well, live and learn.  What else is going on.  I don't know.  After this is 15th paragraph.  I guess I'mma do it afterall.  I knew if I believed in me I wouldn't let myself down as long as the thing I'm believing in me is a relatively easy thing to accomplish like some number of paragraphs.
    Yeesh.  What else.  I can write a song inspired by Boobs.  Wouldn't be able to do it justice, though.  Too bad.  How about a song called Why Aren't You Giving Me Sex.  How about not.  I've narrowed it down to those two things.  One of the comedians today started off their act by saying Hi How Are Ya Hi How Are Ya Hi How Are ya.  It was a story I'd remember for hours to come.  One would imagine.  I might forget it by half an hour from now.  Boobs is one of those words when, palindromically-wise, you gotta decide, which is a better word-- Boob, or Bob.  Similar to which is a better word for palindromes-- Poop, or Pop.  Pretty similar things going on and I want to get to the bottom of it.
    These are the real issues.  16th paragraph.  I don't know.  I try to only make eye contact with girls who do with me.  Because I respect boundaries and whatnot.  #HeroAdult.  I don't know.  I got five paragraphs to go.  Let's get goin' with it and whatnot.  Good thing I'm sticking with black font on white background.  It's good practice for writing my short story.  That'll be black font on white background.  Because Ink is a precious resource.  What else.  I don't know.  I think I hit a wall because Finishing this entry won't get me any closer to boobs.  Won't get me any further, though, either.  It's pretty much Boobs neutral.  Also, I'm not a fan of any terms for breasts.  I've considered all of them and can't really commit to liking to say any of them.  I like what the words represent.  Just not the words.
    These are the real issues, I guess.  17th paragraph.  I'm not even comfortable with that riff.  I guess I'm repressed or something.  The point is what else is going on.  Let's see, words, words.  Words that I'm comfortable with.  I don't know.  Gotta get started on a new topic.  Crazysheet is all about topics.  I've noticed the term Dub is the term Bud backwards.  And they both mean marijuana.  This cannot simply be a coincidence.  Someone plotted for this to happen.  What else is going on.  Probably crap, and stuff.  One would hope.  Three paragraphs after this.  That's a good amount.  It's enough to get onto another topic or two, but small enough to not be daunting in the least. 
    Let's get goin'.  One of the assignments I finally did yesterday was a comparison paper, comparing two comedians we've seen.  Couldn't really think of any.  George Carlin is the only one we've seen that I'm very well versed in.  Dat Phan is another one we've seen I have a lot to say about.  Compared George Carlin to Dat Phan.  I couldn't stop laughing to myself writing a paper going, In this paper, I will be comparing George Carlin to Dat Phan.  It amused me to no end.  And it ended up being a real short paper.  I made some good points and conclusions.  So that's good.  What else is going on.  Describing what I will be writing in the short story made it sound so lame.  Hopefully the story ends up being not lame.
    These paragraphs are going by too fast.  Who knows what the final tally of paragraphs will be this entry.  Gotta write until I don't wanna write anymore.  This is the 19th.  Great.  I don't know.  Who does know.  Tried to see an advisor yesterday to see what classes I need to take but they only advise outside your major.  To know what English classes I need to take I need to see someone in the English department.  So I gotta do that now.  Not now now, but now in general.  Now being now until some time, the time when I do it.  I'm happy I explained that extensively.  Anyway.  Finally finished watching Driving Miss Daisy.  She goes crazy after hearing MLK speak.  Didn't see that coming.
    Oh well, live and learn.  20th paragraph.  Feeling like 25.  Or not.  I've narrowed it down to those two things.  December, eh.  My birthday is in a week and a half!  I finally turn Adult. Probably.  One would imagine it'll happen sooner or later.  There's a new Little People show.  Little People Dallas.  There was Little People Los Angeles, or some sort of California Little People.  There was Little People Atlanta.  Now Dallas.  The point is while looking at little people, I thought, This is what it's like for regular height men to look at regular short women.  Pretty trippy stuff.  Their proportions are different, though.  That's how I feel.
    Anyway, crap the crap.  So, we were in a bar, and some guy did something crazy or something!  That was the joke as relayed to me by the girl before class.  What else.  Probably gonna structure my Short Story around the plot of me doing an open mic for the first time.  Seems like a logical route to take.  Also, it's not me.  Gotta come up with a name so I can be incognito.  Or just leave the narrator unnamed.  Lots of stuff I gotta start thinking about now before its too late.  What's this, 21st paragraph.  Great.  That means four to go after this to reach 25.  Seems about right.  The point is what else is going on.  Other than all this stuff I've already talked about that's going on.
    I don't know.  Yeesh.  Crap and crap.  Let's see, crap, crap.  I don't know.  Four paragraph seems like a lot.  On the other hand, who cares.  What else.  Weekend coming up.  No classes for, let's see.  One day for Friday.  Two day for Saturday.  Three day for Sunday.  Monday class starts around the time I'm basing this on.  I'm gettin' four.  That right?  I better consult Calendar.  Yep, I was right.  Turns out I'm a genius.  I started watching Batman Vs. Superman and just couldn't handle it.  Oh well, live and learn.  Which one's Batman?  Oh.  And which one's Superman.  Oh.  Wait, wait.  Which one's Batman?
    That sorta thing'll finish a paragraph.  23rd.  Three to go.  Alright.  Had to watch some Carlos Mencia today.  Oh well.  Worse things can happen, right?  One would imagine?  Carlos Mencia is fine.  Except for how he steals jokes.  That's a strong mark in the negative column.  To the unknowing eye, he's fine.  Me, I know.  Joke stealer.  Ya couldn't steal any better jokes?  That's my takeaway from this experience.  What else.  After this is over, penultimate paragraph.  It's a good thing I wrote these last several paragraphs.  Real good thing.
    What else.  I don't know.  Two more weeks of class.  Then a several week vacation.  Then Winter Class.  Then Spring Class.  Then Summer Class.  Then Fall Class.  Then, might be done.  Still need to see an advisor to figure it out for certain, though. Then, once I graduate... Hmm, never considered that before.  One would imagine something interesting will come up.  Maybe I get a job as a train conductor.  Maybe something else.  Or a third thing.  Yeesh.  I don't know.  The point is only one more paragraph after this one.  That's great.
    Well, windin' down.  Let's wrap it up.  What else and crap.  It's Winter in three weeks.  Better prepare by writing a song about it.  I forget where I got the idea.  What else is crap.  Superdinner tonight.  Not looking forward to it.  God created different dinners to be eaten on different nights.  Lasagna and half a steak is an abomination.  I don't know.  Let's see, closing words, closing words.  Whatta entry this was.  Sure killed the average amount of time.  They stopped selling Product 19.  It apparently now has "Limited Distribution."  Gotta find a replacement cereal.  Total might do the trick, gotta try that.  Maybe Special K.  The point is this is a serious issue that I will figure out in the coming days.  See ya later.

7:08 P.M.