My Sixty-eighth Post

I watched Oliver! tonight. In celebration, I decided to pick a pocket or two… actually, it really was just one: krebscout’s. I have her wallet and cell phone. I’m waiting to see how long until she realizes I have them.

I was going to tell a story. The gist of it was that during the regional science fair awards program my freshman year of high school, I had prearranged to hug my friend whenever she got an award. It worked pretty well until about the eight time she stood up (she seriously won over $1500 in scholarships and whatnot for her amazing project), when she decided that was probably enough hugging. Yeah… this is why I wasn’t going to actually tell this story. It’s not clever or funny or insightful. In fact, the main point is probably that my friend was amazing to win so many awards her freshman year while competing against all of the juniors and seniors from our region. I wish I were that cool.

In conclusion, something I said a couple of years ago, that unfortunately still holds true:

“If you ever hear anything juicy about my love life, it’s probably a misunderstanding”