Theodore Roosevelt’s Monacle
Well, yesterday, I was up at Kean again. After I got there, we went up to Jason’s dorm, and we got two Snapple Apples. So, I opened mine, and I read the cap fact. It said the Theodore Roosevelt was the only president who was blind in one eye. So, genius that I am, as soon as I finished reading that, I looked up, and said, “So why did he wear a monacle?”
After we finished laughing at that . . .
Okay, I’ll write more on this later. Believe me, there will be more. I need to write about the projectile Cheesy Bread!!
Lol!! Projectile Cheesy Bread!! Okay, it’s later, and I’ve decided to do what I can to finish this entry. Later on that night, we were in the ‘living room’ of his dorm, sitting on the couch. Well, he was sitting on the arm of the couch, and I was on the cushion. So, anyway, I’d been saying that one way I express myself is how I dress. You know, like when I dressed up as Paul from Sgt. Pepper, or when I dyed myself white for the day. (Yes, dyed myself white. I’ll describe that some other time.) Anyway, I asked Jaosn how he thought I did it. Well, he looked into my eyes for a long moment, then leaned foreward, took my wrist, and felt for my pulse. He sat back, and said that it felt, if not perfectly normal, a bit low. That I wasn’t nervous at all. I said that no, of course I wasn’t.
I mean, did I really have a reason to be? Well, he told me that he thought writing was my way of expression. My records of everything, all of that. He said more, but I don’t remember quite what. But anyway, afterward, I looked at him, and said that yeah, he was pretty much exactly right. Then, with the composure and hand motions of a five year old, (or possibly a happy hedgehog,) he says, “Yay! I am good psychologist!”
I suppose we can’t be mature all the time. Lol.
Oh, yeah. The cheesy bread. Well, later on, we were in his room, and I was tickling him, and I made him laugh so hard that he actually starting throwing up, and some of it got on his pants. So, when I was out of the room, he changed into a pair of pajama pants. I came back in, and saw them, and just started laughing, because they’re RED PLAID, and they clashed SO BAD with the shirt that he had on, it was hysterical!!
Okay, that’s about all I can remember, so I’m gonna go.
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I’m actually related to the Roosevelts’. 😛 They’re very distant relatives but I’m still in their genealogy. 🙂 [*~Advice~*]
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Ryn: Nope, not annoyed with you, just some other people. Just frustrated that some people don’t understand that I have a life too and can’t always get to a question the second they ask them. It’s like people think I sit in front of this computer all day to do this when I don’t. I wanted the diary to be something that I volunteer for to help people in my spare time but people act like it’s actually [*~Advice~*]
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my job and it’s not. People just take advantage of me way too much and it’s a bit draining. but no, i’m not annoyed with you, just selfish impatient people. [*~Advice~*]
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I’ve read some strange facts off of those snapple tops :o) [Mousekawhitz]
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Thanks for the advice 🙂 I’ll pass the info on to my freind. [nobodyspecial]
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Ryn: To cause yourself to fall out of love, the first thing you need to do is allow yourself. It might sound simple but it’s actually the hardest step. Following that, the next step is taking some time away from the one you’re in love with and thinking of the pros of just remaining friends with that person and not becoming more. Surrounding yourself with other people and doing things you enjoy [*~Advice~*]
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will also help. [*~Advice~*]