George Orwell and Orson Wells: Different People?
At the National Honor Society banquet (I always assumed the whole "cult" thing was a little overstated, but I really do think that requiring sacred oaths by candlelight probably scares away more people than it attracts), I, Max Kuehn, was placed, for unknown reasons, between Megan Jordan and Megan Kummet. I knew Megan had commented on this and other blogs before, but I'd never met her in person. She seemed nice, but I, in my inscrutable manner, was a total dick to her. Sorry Meg. I'll be nicer next time I see you.
I guess it was just part of the whole blogs-real life seperation I tend to make. I know they're the same people, but I can struggle to make the connections sometimes.
So...the NHS banquet. It was put on by the Credit Union, and they were handing out these applications for some scholarships. The winners will be judged 25% by their ability to spell their name right and know what street they live on, and the remaining 75% through a 500 word essay beginning with the words "When I think of my credit union..." (I think those were the words; I don't actually have a packet. Does somebody?). This prompt is just ridiculous enough to tempt me to write such an essay. I'll wait on comformation of that opening line first, but this one could be fun.
Time's best inventions of 2006: Sweet, Sweeter, and Sweetest.
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posted by constant_k @ 5:15 PM
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11 Comments:
when i think of my credit union, i think of the mansions in caribbeans and the wonderful vacations to switzerland.
I didn't know Sam Walker was Dutch.
More like chinese
>amirite
Man fuck that shit I totally invented that bed in some drawing in a notebook like three years ago.
I can see a snapped cable as being quite a big problem. AKA a several hundred pound solid steel magnet suddenly flipping around in the air very rapidly and then slamming into the ground due to 2000 pounds of attractive force.
I think my design for a maglev rocking chair was far better, as well as being truer to the medium.
hello max: to clarify the one on your right was MEG (she prefers that) and i am Megan.
even though i didn't turn out to be so bad you weren't necessarily mean either, although you did manage to draw attention to our table a few times.
and you can count me out for the running in the "when i think of my credit union.." essay. i don't belong to one...?
told you, max. 2001: A Space Odyssey? definitely Sam Walker.
Truer to the medium of...floating magnetic furniture?
It is a very difficult meduim to be true with, I'll give you that.
Yeah... you noticed a few of the problems too. You weren't the only people out of order; at least you rectified the problem before your name was called. Whatever, it was very poorly managed in my opinion and the fact that no one died, was seriously burned and slapped Pikula made the night a victory in my mind.
Although, I probably wouldn't have minded that last one...
Um, what is the problem with that seating arrangement?
Jordan
Kuehn
Kummet
is alphabetical, is it not?
And I really just meant 'magnets' as the medium but same diff.
I was not aware that magnets were a medium.
Although I suppose the whole magnetic field thing does make them sort of unique structurally.
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