11 September 2009

I, Operation Khaki, hereby decree:

My name is Sebastian. Today, I ate: hommus, cookies and milk, a delicious wonderful salsbury steak from Stoffer's. Ya know why? Because I'm a freakin' college student! I'm also drinking vitamin water. And my TV dinner looks completely, completely disgusting. 

Today, things I thought about were: the quizzes I took on facebook, Hayley on Skype (far away), drawing for my classes, how much fun it would be to get drunk for Thursty Thirsday, and whether or not I am able to love (because of the quiz on facebook that is a funny joke). 

Speaking of funny jokes...

Q: Why did my woman from Tokyo get stuck in my head earlier?*

Today's contest: Identify That Passage!
Can you identify the passage from this random book I have on my bookshelf at college (even though my room is not large enough to house anything that isn't necessary for my own survival)? 

" ' I look after everything myself,' she told Peter *****, shifting the albums that lay on the table; and noticing that the table was endangered by his cigarette-ash, she immediately passed him an ashtray, saying as she did so: 'I consider it an affection to say that grief prevents my attending to practical affairs.' " **

The best part of my day today was spraying the Febreze spray, Brazilian Carnival, all over the room for like an hour.
The worst part of my day today was waking up, because last night I probably sprayed just as much Febreze spray as I did just now; so when I woke up, I was probably not getting enough oxygen.

*Comment with a good punch line, and you could win free prizes!
** Also, prizes are offered to anyone who can make a good mad lib out of this so it might become less boring. (Um... no offense!)

A good day for eating! Aren't I (Sebastian) a good person?


  1. the fountainhead*

  2. fuck, I forgot a punch line **

  3. The quote is from The Death of Ivan Ilych, I think. I read it a while ago and just remember a character named Peter and something about ashes.

  4. I know I'm way late on this but I couldn't resist making a MadLib.

    " ' I *poop* after everything myself,' she told *Spiderman*, *thrusting* the *kittens* that lay on the *pool table*; and noticing that the *doorknob* was endangered by his *wiener*, she immediately *pummeled* him a *telephone*, *crying* as she did so: 'I consider it a *nightmare* to say that *waffles* prevent my attending to *pooping* affairs.' "

    Where my prize at?!?!