<cracks the fuck up and then dies>

I was just watching Red vs. Blue episode 48 (really, the best fucking thing on the web is RVB) and I just have to say that I love Caboose. I really do.

"I am looking for an X."
<sees an X>
"That is a plus sign. That is not an X."

I laughed so hard I started to choke. Had I died, it would have TOTALLY been worth it.

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Did not ace the Italian test I had last week, apparently. I am not happy about this. I suck at the trapassato prossimo. I have got to ace my composition and my midterm that are coming up.

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I'm insane for taking on too many projects at once. Hoo, boy. Try manually registering over 200 people for a message board in under 24 hours, sometime.

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I am set to take my driver's test for my full license on March 1st at 10:40am. My last driving lesson is February 25th at 11am. On February 12th, I'm borrowing my parents' car and PF and I are going skiing together. AND I'M DRIVING! I don't know whether to be excited or terrified by this.

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I need more hours in a day or I need to need less sleep. I want to write! I need to clean! I have to register more people for this board! I have homework and projects!

Someone, please, give me a 48 hour day so I can sleep 12 hours a night and still get everything done that I need to?

Poetry thoughts.

Am I the only one whose initial reaction to reading This is Just to Say by William Carolos Williams was "That bastard!"

This Is Just To Say (William Carlos Williams)

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

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Your thoughts? (I would be tempted to disqualify moireach, what with the fact that this is her field, but I'm curious on her viewpoint, too.)