haiku killers

You see people?  this is why I let my readers write the haikus for me.  Do yourself a favor and go read last post's comments.  All 3 of them.  That's right.  I got 3 comments. I'm blowing up like a leaf blower in the positive Y axis.  That was rather literal.  but I like it.  So it will remain. 

I played connect four today.  But not the plastic 3D version.  I drew it on a piece of paper and played with my boy the Wass.  That didn't come out right.  The Wass and I played with each other today during class.  No.  We played connect four with all of our clothes on and nothing gay happened.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  This paragraph can bring me nothing but trouble.  And maybe a few laughs?  Eh? eh? eh?  I know, going the blatant gay joke route is kind of cheap and tasteless, but this is a free website so you're gonna have to take what you can get.  And what you get here is low quality, usually incoherent, poorly worded drivel that appeals to only the bottom rung of society.  AKA graduate students.  Boom you've all been roasted.

Speaking of graduate students, I had my ortho midterm practical today.  I HATE gowns.  I refuse to ever wear a gown again after I graduate.  Unless, of course, I'm in a hospital and they're gonna give me a whole lot of drugs.  As a future chiropractor, I feel like I should clarify that last statement.  I'm a holistic kind of practitioner, meaning that I want the whole spectrum of drugs.  All of them.  Give them to me now.  I have a serious morphine deficiency, and the only thing that can fix me is more cowbell.  I mean morphine.  See?  I can't even think straight.  Someone get me some prescription drugs asap.  By the way, that christopher walken website is pure genius.  I would like to start putting that picture up in public bathrooms like the internet told me to.  Oh great internet, what else shall I do after christopher walken has taken his rightful place in handicap stalls across suburban missouri?  I will do as you say with no backtalk or loud obscene outbursts. 

I realize tourettes is a disease that apparently google doesn't think is a word, but it's still kind of a funny disease as far as diseases goes.  And you know that guy thinks it's kinda funny too, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have posted that on youtube.  Or he's faking, because I don't know how it goes with singing and tourettes, but something tells me that it's not like this otherwise people with tourettes would just never stop singing.  If I was that woman I would just be in really good shape and jog all the time.  On a separate but equal note, clearly I just found the cure for tourettes.  Somebody get me a Nobel prize.  I could use that million bucks or 3 million dollars or whatever they give you as a prize.  I'll even take it in Switzerland money or Swedish money or whatever country gives out the nobel prize.  Finland?  I don't know.  Just give me free stuff so Mom and Dad don't have to keep funding my life.  I'm 22 for god's sake, I should be rich and stuff by now.  If this was the 1500's I would have had kids and died of the plague by now.  Instead I'm rotting in my swivel chair in 142B.  Get me into clinic right now.

It's hockey season guys.  and Winnipeg is back in the NHL. All hail Winnipeg.  There's your Canadian geography lesson for the day.

Alright, time for me to at least pretend to study for orthopedics now.  Oh real quick, Anna asked me if she was in my blog yesterday.  In case you ask tomorrow, Anna, you are now in the blog today.  Stop thrusting so hard in Diversified.  First you have to climb all up in my personal jawn and then you're gonna thrust on me every time Filson tells you to body drop thrust and hold? 
Highlights of that last paragraph:
-Anna climbed on me during class
-Anna thrusted on me during class

That will be all.

P.S. you wanted in the blog, you got in the blog.