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I have absconded the sewing machine.� Well, I moved it into the living room where I�can use it in the dark of the night.��Because itapos;s so hard to get up in the morning to do things.� So Iapos;m going to sew in the middle of the�night.� With every light in the room on.�
Iapos;ve decided that straight lines are overrated.� I canapos;t even cut straight with a straightedge


Weapos;ve got a new video server at work.� Iapos;m really tempted to send out my information on how it will work to the reporters that will be using it and telling them that there will be a quiz.� And giving them a quiz.� A real live quiz.� I think I could get the newsroom manager there to make sure that they donapos;t cheat.� I may even consider taking them cookies if they all get it and do well in their video transfer procedures for x amount of time.� Actually, the more I think about taking�them cookies,�the more fun I think it would be.� Theyapos;re a few hours away, wait, I can hear everyone I work with scoffing at me, itapos;s maybe an hour and a half away and I round up.� Itapos;s kinda strange.� I see the reporters up there every day, but they might hear me on the phone but I donapos;t know if they know what the production types look like.� Sure, there are (Orange) pictures on the intranet that they could check out, but itapos;s not the same.
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"Bart Simpson, where is your homework?" bellowed the teacher, her voice shaking the earth. She hit a wooden table with a stick she was holding. Snap. The stick broke in half. "I havenapos;t seen your assignments for a month now. Youapos;d better have a good excuse for this."

"I...I..."

"ANSWER ME"

Wow. Thereapos;s steam rushing out of her ears. "My dog ate my homework, maapos;am," he replied with confidence.

The teacherapos;s furious frown turned into an emotionless smile. "Your dog? Ate your homework..."

Bart nodded enthusiastically.

She inhaled deeply, then sighed. "Very well... Class dismissed. Mr.Simpson, Iapos;m going to call your father. Make sure youapos;re waiting for me in my office in 20 minutes."

"Yes, maapos;am."

*************************

"Um...is there anything wrong? Has he been playing with those ducks again?" Homer walked into the room combing the 3 hairs on his head.

The teacher shook her head. "No, no, Mr.Simpson. Let me explain. Please have a seat."

Wearing a curious expression on his face, Homer fell into a chair next to Bart, who looked back at him and shrugged.

She leaned over across the table. "Your son told me his dog ate his homework."

Homer raised an eyebrow. "Well...? Whatapos;s so funny about that?"

The teacher rolled her eyes. "Itapos;s not funny, Simpson. Your son lied to me." Seeing that he wasnapos;t getting anything, she carried on. "Donapos;t you see? Homework, a notebook, is made from wood, which is part of plants. Itapos;s not logical to say that oneapos;s dog ate oneapos;s homework, because a dog is a carnivore. Carnivores eat meat, not plants."

"Um...excuse me?" Bart raised a hand.

"Yes, Bart?" the teacher asked sweetly through gritted teeth.

"I assure you, itapos;s true."

Homer coughed. "Well, Ms.Whatever-Your-Name-Is, Iapos;d like to tell you that naturally and logically, what Bart said was a lie."

"But, Dadmdash;"

"mdash;However, technically and parentally, my son was telling the truth."

The teacherapos;s eyebrows tied themselves into a knot. "Excuse me?"

"It was I who forced the dog to eat his homework."

*************************

"Dad, you shouldnapos;t have done that Momapos;ll kill you" Bart trotted along next to his father, slowed down by the weight of his backpack containing things from his locker.

His dad smiled down at him. "Son, Iapos;m sure she wonapos;t. Weapos;ve talked already, and we canapos;t think of any good reasons why we should continue to send you to school. You get too much homework, and you canapos;t give us enough time like you used to. We can sure homeschool you ourselves, no problem with that, but we just canapos;t stand having you taken away from us because of a bunch of homework that doesnapos;t actually benefit you."

"Wow," Bart gasped. "Dad, Iapos;m proud of you."

"Donapos;t mention it, son," Homer smiled.

"That was the longest speech and most complicated sentence youapos;ve ever said"

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The mother has this awesome way of compacting and storing the used plastic bags we get after we go shopping. I donapos;t know how, but it always ends up as a neat triangular shape. I need to steal this plastic bag folding technique.

Meanwhile, I finally went grocery shopping. Hurrah Ice cream sandwiches all the waaay~

Mians. I miss the parentals. Iapos;m totally ballooning with my disgusting eating habits. I actually crave healthy foods these days.

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Sunstreaker had woken to find Prime gone, a note saying he had a few meetings that morning and heapos;d meet up with him later in the day to talk more about what theyapos;d decided to do. Sunstreaker smiled slightly at that and reached out through his bond to find Sideswipe asleep in his own quarters. He sent a quick wave of assurance to his recently landed twin and then headed off base to take in the sights of his new Earth city that had become their home.

He moved through the inner city and parked the Lamborghini near a warehouse, pulling out his holoform and moving to walk along the streets, his attention fully on the architecture of the city, committing it all to memory so that he could get some ideas for later to put on paper once he returned to base...
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Tomorrow is the day...yep, thats right. Tomorrows the day to see where exactly i am with all this police stuff that ive been cramming into my head. I mean, the study guide is hard...but the practice test booklet is fairly easy. Multiple choice, comprehension questions...basic knowledge..but its so different than from the book they gave me at the police station. Theres more detail..more terms..more..fodder. I dont know which to use as my main book to study..but i guess tomorrow will tell. Im super nervous. This is very important to me..this could basically make me or break me. I need this job. I want this job. I have to get this job. I mean..i have a house waiting for me if i get this job. My own house..the very same house that i grew up in as a child. If i get this job, the house is mine. No more living in this apartment sleeping on the floor. Ill have my own room, my own bed, my own things..space I know i have to work hard to get in..and im going to..my official test is on the 21st of this month..just a few days away..i really need to buckle down. I know i can do this.

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I like some of Britneys songs...but come on now. There are def other artists with music far superior to this out right now. So, stop regressing back to your 14 year old selves, and go buy the latest backstreet album.

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Today Jane told me about a photographer who recorded people sleeping. I think thats one of the most tender, caring and nicest things you can do. In this world when all we wanna go is hurt people, to film someone doing something is like appreciating the act. And i like sleeping alot. What i mean by hurt people is all the stuff we wanna do to people when they sleep, from prank jokes, to rape and bulglery.

Also they got us to brain storm out interests and i alwayse thought i didnt have alot and i was boring but i ran out of space...well there was a weird border at the bottom, but i did fill the right hand side in the end. Some people didnt write much, i suspect itapos;s becouse they havent though much about what they like or where put on the spot. Or maybe they are boring. Wonder what is better being boring or interesting to produce good art?

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