"and that was how i got the bracelet out of my nose."

oh man. was halftime disappointing, or was it disappointing?

throughout the entire halftime experience...i found myself not drawn to the kixters...nor the rioting fans...nor the adorable face of mr. melby...but rather i found myself staring off into nothing...anticipating the sights and sounds of a balloon...the laughter and tears of an airplane...but what happened?

nothing.

why god...why, on september 29th, 2006, did nothing happen?

hmm.

speaking of which, man, it's OCTOBER. why is this scary? anyone? anyone? it's hard to believe that an entire month of school has passed...but at the same time it's so exciting! we're that much nearer to getting out of here! inching closer to getting far away.

in a sign of chivalry, craftiness, and genuine love for jennifer dens, i embarked on a mission which could only be accomplished by a mustache. a MANLY mustache. a MUSLIM, former fro-bearing, gambling, spanish speaking, meat eating, pink car driving MANLY mustache. that's right: i went where thousands have gone before, but no one had ever been. i jacked the "city rug." it's in the neon. not in the trunk...where men afraid of being caught rug-handed would place it...but rather in the backseat...visible for all the world to see. in a few short weeks this rug will travel on a journey southwards until it reaches that glorious golden resting spot. make that a glorious "maroon and gold[en]" resting spot. ahh, young jenden, the entire mustache nation loves you <-----------------------------> this much. which is a lot more compared to how much we love sam walker. (this much.) [what's that? you don't see anything? exactly.]

farewell. mustache out.