The Undead Post

You thought I had fallen into a coma, didn't you? Admit it. Once you took a look at my blog and had seen no new updates for several days, you gave it all up. You lost all hope. But suddenly, a glimmer of hope rises in you with the lemon drop of a winter sun and you return to where you had last seen me. And lo and behold, I have returned with a post!

Tricked ya, didn't I?

So as I crawl back into the monotony of three more weeks of school until Christmas break, I awaken from the immortal slumbers of bliss to give you an update on subjects you don't care about at all but you need to waste some time and procrastinate so why not let your brain fall into a numb contentedness and read my blog?

Ah, Thanksgiving. The feast of gluttony.

A trip to San Jose ended the week quite nicely. The day we got there, a wedding had overtaken the hotel's ballroom and as we took a stroll outside to visit the downtown area, ancient limo reminiscent of the car from The Great Race pulled up and deposited a peroxide bride.

I waited impatiently for Tony Curtis to leap out after her but to no avail.

Ah, but I must toddle off now. My chemistry book awaits.

'Til later.