Sentimental Sunday

Blink eyes and two weeks goes by like sand through a fist. I'm left with a rather abrasive handshake, and still stuff to do.
I saw my parents on Wednesday. One thing is for sure: We can all agree that the Flat Branch Novemberfest is delicious. That's for sure.
I got some sleep. I watched Meet the Press on both Sundays during the missing cycle. I became exceedingly drunk about five or four times. And I worked.
I suppose there're two weeks left in this semester. Maybe more. Who keeps track. I do know that things're coming to a close sooner than I'd planned.

But enough about me. Let's talk about playstation. Did any of you, the readership, stake your claim at one of these miraculous devices? Hell, I've seen advertisements and I must say the games do look very entertaining — definitely the most impressive light-display machine they've come up with yet.
How about turkey? Did any of you enjoy eating this animal on Thursday? I did not have this animal on account of me already having other foods in the fridge. I was toying around with picking up sommeatha deli-sliced packages of the animal, but decided against that.
Hey, how about catching up on schoolwork. I know Mr. Harris had'to've'been working on something because of the electronic message I received regarding the design centerpiece final in the class we share. Here's and excerpt written by the j-sksoll's own Mr. Sherlock. Read, if you're so inclined.

Hey everyone,

Matt Harris just brought it to my attention that none of the cutlines
include credit lines for the photographer.

For those of you who are Photoshop savvy, ... and it goes on.

So, Mr. Harris is on the ball. He catches everything and makes the rest of the class look like real jerks (for the definition of jerk in this context you might need to pull your hair out for it to make sense). And so handsome, and what class! He's got ... chutszpa (gee I hope eyeaa spelled thatttaone rite.) Also, I once went into the bathroom after he'd been in there and I must say that he left it smelling divine.

"Hey, now waitta minute P-Bone. Just what are you saying? And, I'm pretty sure that bathroom thing is a bunch of baloney."
What am I saying. Well, it's nothing to do with Mr. Harris. It's about people in general. Is this world that I live in some kind of big game? Is this school? Sometimes, most of the time, it seems as if the classes and grades around here are angled so that children with a mind-set (*EDIT* Mind-set is hyphenated! Who knew!) toward playing a game — like the playstation! — will succeed. Yes, like the playstation my world (outside of the honest stuff nonacademic) seems to consist of a rather expensive light display, which will eventually be stripped down to the core components and sold for even cheaper than those who'd paid full price right out of the gate could've never imagined. (Granted, a decent percentage of those waiting by the gate sold the machine for more on the secondary market, but that's another rant for another time.)
My handshake these days is abrasive, that's for sure. Whether it's growing more abrasive or less abrasive is interesting, but it's not my principle question. The question is, What do I take seriously? The answer for now (for lack of anything truly definitive): everything.
And this, —Yes, —This is why I spent about 21 hours sleeping, nonstop, and without interruption over the break on Saturday.
I guess you could say I had a nice vacation. That is, until I woke up.