Why doesn’t somebody buy Godot a watch?
“The revolution almost started today, but it ceased as quickly as it began due to the discovery of the 1.3511 trillionth digit of pi—it was Three this time, and we all congratulated him for being the last in the longest string of continuous digits identified, all the while knowing full well that pi was infinite and that Three would not be the “last” digit for long—but we celebrated, as per usual, congratulating each other on being masters of the universe—jokingly, but with a hint of truth, as was the norm—letting aside for the day all the qualms with the Negatives who, having no parallel conception of pi or e or any of our other numerous (pardon the pun) successes, could not be trifled with on a day such as this; no, the revolution would start tomorrow in the celebration’s wake, the dissonant relationship between ourselves and the Negatives reemerging as the talk of the day, given fuel by our recent success, and we would again unite ourselves with the resolution to rid our ordered, rational world of our negative counterparts with the claim that they were not needed in pure mathematics—that everything could be explained and calculated using us only—and that they should be banished to another category of numbers all together, perhaps grouped with the Irrationals or the Imaginaries or even given their own category, all the while never quite realizing as a group the irony of us as Rationals acting with such blatant illogicality towards our fellow numbers.”
Our assignment for my English class today was to write a 250+ word sentence using only one semicolon (if necessary). Fairly easy ‘cause I use a lot of dashes in my sentences anyway. I think I might use this as a premise for my second long story for the class, but I’m not sure.
The cactus is right!
Guess who’s now enrolled in Intermediate Fiction?!
ME!
19 was unacceptable. Had to push it up to 22. ‘Cause I’m me and I’m weird.
Also, YAY FICTION CLASS! Tuesdays are going to be awesome, ‘cause I have concert band at 12:30 and then Fiction at 2, and then I’m done.
Best day ever.
Yay.
Edit: schedulescheduleschedule!

Thog! Mind mammoth! It bite hard!
So we had a fun little thing to do in my fiction class today where we had to tell one the stories in our book as if it took place in a different setting. I thought it would be rather fun to do Carver’s “Cathedral” with cavemen (“What a cathedral? Mmm, Thog not know,” etc.). It was rather funny.
Yeah. That’s all I got today.
