I should be studying. I should be doing some sort of project. Maybe for one of my many classes. School ends soon. I am going to get a job. Maybe in New York City. Soon, I will be a full master – and you will have to call me master. “Master Sheldon” is what you will have to call me. Don’t think I won’t make you do it. I will. Because I am a master, and you are more than likely not a master (well, unless you are a sibling of mine, then there is a good chance you are a master or doctor or something of that nature – like a coach – same difference).
I hope I can get these projects done. So I can be a master. And I can then have my evenings back. And my weekends. So I can rock climb, bike, run, do yoga, play soccer, parkour, and other awesome activities. I want to make movies again. I miss it. I must go get my video camera and shoot some things. Maybe another stop motion, with a little more direction this time. I have some ideas sketched out in my head. They are in my head because I feel it is a waste of time to put them down on paper. I can type 75 words a minute. I didn’t test it, I just know. When you are down by 3, in field goal range, and there is only 30 seconds left in the game, do not throw an interception – that tip is for free, but they won’t all be. Remember that. The featured picture in this post is something random that has nothing to do with this post, but I need to put one up anyway.I think I will choose a beach, because it makes me calm. Because of Peyton Manning, I kicked a very large hole in my wall – it was a very weak wall. I thought it was going to be a bit tougher, but my high karate-kick went through it like it was styrofoam. I will now have to make my way to the Home Depot and fix that before my landlord finds out. Sheldon out.
Did you write this late, late, late at night? Honestly, its the only logical explanation.
you’re getting pretty random with these posts