one day in the life of andrew kubas.

at lunch today:

kubas: "hey, max, do you know what today is the start of?"
max: "yeah, the REST OF OUR LIVES??"

silly maxwell, i wasn't talking about THAT...

today was the day that david stark rolled over in his grave. that's right folks, january 22, 2007 marked the beginning of macroeconomics.

the old stark-master-flex rules: 4 or 5 chapter tests worth your whole grade/intense workbook practice/random moments of stalking a boy named kubas.

the new barnett-style: one chapter tests with little-to-no studying/never using the workbook/a pleasant ohio accent.

i might stick with it.

my schedule looks pretty much the same. gilby will always be a pimp. i will never understand niemi. qualley will be easy. melby will win my heart. pelkey will continue to be my favorite teacher. and barnett...seems manly. perhaps i can get him to wear a mustache by the end of the year.

lately i have been thinking that i am just crazy. perhaps that is how it's supposed to be. i'm in need of advice: which is more fun: expecting the unexpected, or going on a treasure hunt? none of you know what i'm talking about. but i just need an answer.

jack bauer is a pimp. i think when the 2nd annual MMA's roll around, he will be up for a few nominations. seriously, as much as i hate to admit it, FOX had some great stuff tonight. a suicide in prison break? (i expected it, but now i have NO idea what comes next. i didn't think THAT far ahead.) and then 24. woooo. i had to change pants 4 times. but i don't mind.

mustache out!