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.