In Which Nothing is Discussed But Everything is Said

I have nothing to discuss, but plenty of things to say:

1. Why is "awesome" good, but "aweful" bad?
2. The words I say most are "awesome," "pssh," and "touche." Nothing I do can ever change this.
3. I wonder if I would make a good homeless person. Also, would I ever consider being homeless just to try it out?
4. If I tripped in an empty hall and nobody saw and I had no bruises and I happened to jokingly tell a couple friends, shouldn't they stop laughing at me for it? As far as I'm concerned, it never happened.
5. I like playing chess.
6. I've discovered the most awesome way to start a conversation: "I'm no expert when it comes to Eskimos, but..."
7. All of my fondest memories include food in some way.
8. I think it would be cool to be an adopted relative-less orphan whose existence was a mistake.
9. Don't you?
10. Especially if you could fly.


Breakfast: Pillowcase with a side of sheet.

Lunch: Tuna melt and fries off the floor. Yum! Actually, it was quite tasty.

Dinner: I recently got tricked into saying that Dinner is overrated so, to make up for this obvious lie, I had dinner tonight. Not that I wouldn't otherwise...Only problem was that I somehow missed the normal dinner time and so had to go to the quick sandwich shop for -what else- another Tuna Melt! This time with green olives though.