I think my new favorite word is synecdoche.
I love when useless facts are printed on the packaging of food or under bottle caps. On my little bag of instant oatmeal there was this bit of information: the word "dinosaur" "comes from two Greek words meaning 'terrible lizard.'" So now you know. Who says junk food doesn't educate you? No one, actually...because...I've never heard that said before.
My face is so full of everything gross right now, thanks to this head-cold or whatever it is I have. It's preventing me from carrying out basic tasks or mixing two of them uplike the milk. The milk doesn't belong in the cabinet where you got the box of oatmeal packets, nor does said oatmeal box go in the fridge. And then there's the Tissue Conflict. I've been afraid to use up all the tissues supplied in one of those convenient yet impractical travel packs for fear I'll only have left my sleeve to use if I do. Thus, each tissue gets used to the point it's nothing but holes and so gross to the touch even I don't want to hold it anymore.
You know what we did in Creative Writing tonight?
An exercise in alliteration. I wanted to wage war on the words written. And beat both the boys and bitches who were not bored beyond belief. Like I was.
Since I've basically nothing to say, I'll leave you with John Adams Words of Wisdom and Inspiration #108:
You are not singular in your suspicions that you know but little. The longer I live, the more I read, the more patiently I think, and the more anxiously I inquire, the less I seem to know....Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. This is enough....
I love when useless facts are printed on the packaging of food or under bottle caps. On my little bag of instant oatmeal there was this bit of information: the word "dinosaur" "comes from two Greek words meaning 'terrible lizard.'" So now you know. Who says junk food doesn't educate you? No one, actually...because...I've never heard that said before.
My face is so full of everything gross right now, thanks to this head-cold or whatever it is I have. It's preventing me from carrying out basic tasks or mixing two of them uplike the milk. The milk doesn't belong in the cabinet where you got the box of oatmeal packets, nor does said oatmeal box go in the fridge. And then there's the Tissue Conflict. I've been afraid to use up all the tissues supplied in one of those convenient yet impractical travel packs for fear I'll only have left my sleeve to use if I do. Thus, each tissue gets used to the point it's nothing but holes and so gross to the touch even I don't want to hold it anymore.
You know what we did in Creative Writing tonight?
An exercise in alliteration. I wanted to wage war on the words written. And beat both the boys and bitches who were not bored beyond belief. Like I was.
Since I've basically nothing to say, I'll leave you with John Adams Words of Wisdom and Inspiration #108:
You are not singular in your suspicions that you know but little. The longer I live, the more I read, the more patiently I think, and the more anxiously I inquire, the less I seem to know....Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. This is enough....
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acetracer:
Have I mentioned how very much I enjoy your journal entries? 
johnclement:
Not a problem. At least I know I'm not the only East Coaster up. And it's kind of nice, since only about three of my SG friends ever post in my journal.