Hello. How are you? My name is James J. Swollenkopf.
Today is congestion. Last night I shamelessly enjoyed McDonald's and eagerly picked out new flavors of Clif bars for breakfast this week. My sister rudely came to our house unannounced yesterday and ate everything we had. My head seems to be densely packed with rubber balls, pressing against my skull walls. Also, my nose is endlessly leaking. What is this? Nick gave this to me, the lousy Pollack. We've been playing this old, insane PS2 game, Burnout 3. You go about 300mph down a road where you can't see anything ahead of you and you try and make people go off the road. And when they do, they go flying. It's ridiculously fast and hilariously hectic. We love it. We call it "boop on the beep" because I once was talking during the game and got distracted by the game's insane events and ended a perfectly focused sentence with the completely ad-libbed line: "You know, like, boop on the beep." I realized what I had said and we cracked up.
I had my first AP English quiz today. I believe I did well, except for one part about "stasis" which I completely blanked out on. In Film Studies, the nerdy Freshmen lisped and ranted about baseball and we discussed camera movements, and I read an interesting description of the opening scene of Scarface from the textbook. Calculus H is always funny. And she's always more beautiful than I can comprehend. In lunch, we moved from our crowded four-seat nook next to a column, thanks to Mr. Furlong and his trailblazing seating ideas. We moved to a much bigger, empty table, and moved it against a column. Me and Braden Bowdish love our stone columns. And the sweet little birdies that flock and tweet around our chick-magnet faces. Ich habe Schnupfen. I need to watch that Honey Boo Boo show more often. It's like Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Lord knows my soul's been out in the Winter air too long. The good book and the bad book. That's why I didn't fight for her. Anyhow, I connected with a young blonde boy from the microscope days about his sketches he draws of interesting, contemporary houses in Biologie. Just hold this, for a second, please, kind stranger. Hold it with your arms and keep it safe while I tend to the bike lock.
That jawn be infatuated with the one I first been with. Now here we are with piles of skin and peach fuzz, curly hairs. They came out in threes, not held in place, weakly by a tender head. We've started the new frontier and named it after you. Trick-O.
With the wrapped one in Study Hall I thought of the May Days. Love them and pray for them.
German was German and Advanced Government was hardly Advanced, but interesting. Little birdies around the birdhouse. Little do they know the squirrel's in town. And he forgot his nuts, baby. The Fall air and breezes were out today and they were absolutely heavenly. I convinced Nick to walk downtown and visit the shop of coffee. I got a double Cuban machiatto for my brother and delivered it to him at his job, retrieving my hat from his car. We had Wegman's chicken and Netflix at his house, from driving there, but he insisted on riding his motorcycle home, all the way from Collegeville. I was peeved, but it was a cold and exhilarating ride. You just wait until I'm a rhetorical genius. I'll be blowing you away even more than usual. This one is dedicated to the Spanish War for seating us. There, I've laid it out with pyramids of language to unbuild and decipher. What else do you want from me? I've explained my heartache to everyone I know now. Why is my window open? To let cold air in? Very well. See that he is accomadated.
(does this mean we don't get ice cream? I've been hanging around these loonies for 4 months now, I deserve a treat other than those tiny, powerful pebbles)
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