Greetings, mortals.

I tried to count the places I've slept this year. My best tally is:
1 bus
1 car
1 couch
1 futon
2 airplanes
2 separate patches of ground
4 floors
and seven beds

That translates to nine cities in four states, not counting the planes, buses, and cars.

Busy summer, considering I've actually been taking classes.

I HAVE A CAR NOW GUYS

This is big, considering I'm going into my third year at a university that's a good four hours from my home. It's a used 2011 Hyundai Sonata. She's a deep, dark, blue-green job. The color of the ocean on a stormy night. I'm calling her Tethys, both after the Greek Titan (mother to several major rivers and many smaller bodies of water, Hera's nurse, considered old, relatively unknown) and Saturn's moon (16th largest known moon in our solar system, abnormally high albedo, negligibly eccentric orbit, over 90% water ice).

I'm very excited.

Now...what do to about all the physics classes, fraternity business, work with church, and research I'm going to have to deal with this semester...

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I apologize for my second time capsule. Sometimes an online journal needs a little privacy. It’s for me. Nobody is getting the password, so don’t bother asking. Thank you, come again.

So, thanks to Katie I’ve gotten in the habit of chatting with good capitalization and punctuation. Huzzah! So, nothing else is really new in the life of a Stevo. I’m working on another movie, but most of the funny comes from private jokes. You kinda sorta need to be in my youth group, or on the Bonclarken Trip to get most of it. Still, there’re always those people who like random stuff. Basically, I’m taking pictures that I took on the trip, and using the expressions to make short scenes. Most of the scenes are pure gold. Some aren’t as funny to me, but I’m putting them in anyway.

My computer is a silly thing. It must be breaking, or something. The most annoying thing is that Movie Maker seems to hate me, and keeps locking up for no apparent reason. Every 45 seconds or so. I just saved what I had into a movie format so I wouldn’t lose it. That means the first minute or so of my cartoon will be inaccessible to change if I need to. Also, the whole computer is just plain slow. Like, I can barely watch stuff on the net anymore. Everything loads in jerks. Even my typing is slowly crawling across the page in little jerks.

“I recently almost got into it at school on the football field. I ended up getting shoved at my full running speed. I no longer have skin on my left elbow. Guess what else? When I took of the band-aid yesterday, the scab came off with it. Now all I have is a swollen pussy mess.”

That was yesterday. Last night after scaring everybody at school with my puss-bomb, I went home. After my shower, I decided to try something. The skin type stuff was soggy with water, so I peeled off the second layer of some tissue paper and pressed that on. Instant scab. Today at school I got weird looks, but just told everyone that I had a mold infestation. The great thing is, the cut pusses bleeds into the paper, and the paper becomes the scab. The extra around the edges just flakes away, and when the scab is no longer needed, it falls off like normal. No wrestling with a band-aid. No painful experience when you want a shower. No peeling scabs! It’s great.

EDIT: Man, I thought I'd gotten five comments just through my dinner. Turns out I'm the victim of a SPAMMER!!!

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I played lots of running and jumping games last night for about an hour and a half straight, and today I went and did it again. Everything hurts. Basketball practice starts this Thursday, and I'm so...looking forward to that.

Also, I got straight up pelted in the balls with a dodge ball. The only time I will thank Charlie for replacing the old rubber kick balls we used to use.

I wrote a haiku.

I did not do my math homework, which is going to hurt a ton tomorrow.

I had my feet cut out from under me yesterday and then, on an unrelated topic, they were driven up my ass. Everyone's beating me up.

For all the times I've said "maybe THAT's my problem," or something along those lines, I certainly don't act on it much.

I absolutely hate it when people say something incomprehensible, like with some really bad typos or with food in their mouth or something, and it was supposed to be somewhat important, and when you ask them what they said or what they're talking about, they don't know. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW. I don't see how hard it is to explain a bunch of letters you typed or the words that sounded somewhat like "Uh theek uh gun frop." It doesn't matter if you didn't mean to say something or it was unrelated to the conversation: if that's the case, then tell me THAT. Problem solved. Until you do that, I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the answer to my question was to begin with.

Ugh. Berry.

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