Well, I actually did some productive things today, yay!!!
First, my interesting day. I went to the dentist and found out I need all my wisdom teeth pulled out, so I have to go to an oral surgeon.
(Peter Griffin laugh)
Oral.
Anywho, I hope to have the surgery done before school, because I'm going to be hocked up on Vicodin or some kind of pain killers. I'm going to be all loopy and shit. It's going to be extreme.
Z-XTREME!!!
So yeah, I actually sat down and sent in some manuscripts today. It's about damn time! The Writer's Market book came in handy after all. And for a second there, I thought I had wasted $30. I sent in Overcome and Dirty Frank, two of my best works, so I'm excited and anxious about the replies.
I saw War of the Worlds yesterday, and I must say that it was very kick ass and emotional. Except for the ending. Don't get me wrong, it made sense and everything. And I don't really see another way they could have done that ending expository, or maybe I can? Whatever, point is, the whole movie kicked major ass while the last 30 seconds were a little out of place. Maybe they should have stuck to the original ending which had the aliens die from the common cold.
"Oh no, the aliens are taking over!! What should we do?"
"I'm about to sneeze!"
"Dammit man, this is no time to sneeze! You're about to die! Have a quickie sex session or smoke a blunt, not just sneeze!"
ACHOO!!!
(Alien ships begin falling out of the sky like flies)
"Gasp, sweet Odin's raven! The aliens died when you sneezed! Quick Mr. President, unleash the Kraken! And after we kill it off in the name of Zeus, we will unleash the pepper bombs and feather bombs. It will be a mass sneezeacide on the enemy alien force!"
ATTACK IN THE NAME OF ACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOOACHOO!!!
But even this amazing plot line cannot compare to the Great Spill of July 18, 2005. It was on this tragic day that my King size cup of Dr. Pepper, newly refilled for free to the top, was tipped and spilt all over the car carpet and my feet. But we must stand united and strong through all this pain and devastation. And now to lead us in a prayer service, is none other than Latoyah Jackson.
Um, rub-a-dub-dub! Thanks for the grub! YAY GOD!!!
ACHOO!
SHE'S DEAD! | 
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