This is a Thanksgiving post. Bob Richburg, Mr. I Hate Adam Because He Leaned on a Chalkboard, says we have a serious assignment where we're supposed to thank people for things. 10 people. And write three letters to people. Heartfelt. Honest. Really tearful stuff, grab a tissue. Well, Bob Richburg, no. No, I'm not going to do that. Not because I think the idea is stupid, which it's not, but because you're assigning it. Just like I didn't give to your charity because you begged. You don't force people to do charitable things. That defeats the whole purpose.

So thank you to everybody in the whole entire world, I love you all and wish you well.

Real post coming soonish(ish).

Yeah so apparently some states think that intelligent design deserves to be taught in schools still. Like Kansas. I've been to Kansas. Kansas is evidence that intelligent design is not valid. Because Kansas was not designed intelligently, you see. Drum fill, move on.

I think that in Virginia though, or one of those states around there, all the school board members who wanted to teach intelligent design got kicked out of their seats in this past election. Which just goes to show, the more inland you get, the less intelligent you get. Yay coasts!

I do believe that my Leslie got roofied or something last Thursday on Cam's birthday when we were out at the bars. Long story short, if you have to resort to drugging girls to get laid, you're a pathetic piece of shit, and if you try pulling that crap on my friends, you're asking for a beating. So watch out, ugly kid with the scraggly beard, if Danny or Cam or Charlie or I see you again, you're dead. I mean that very literally.

Lagwagon's new CD is pretty much amazing. And I'm going to go see them with the Lawrence Arms in Denver next Thursday. If Against Me! was on that tour I would kill myself immediately afterwards, because the rest of my life would pale in comparison.

I gave a speech in my honors seminar that my teacher hated because I leaned on the chalk board, had my thumbs in my pockets, and delivered the speech like I was telling a story to friends. Apparently I was supposed to stand up straight, hands out of my pockets, holding a piece of paper, with some kind of visual, and give the same exact speech. Bob Richburg can kiss my ass. Also, he keeps having people from his church come in and give guest presentations, and now he's trying to get us to donate money to something that favors Christians over any other religious group. To that, I say no. I don't donate to things I don't believe in, and I don't believe that Jesus was that great a dude. I also don't donate to monsters, republicans, or evil. Oh wait, those are all the same thing.

I'd just like to point out that Bill Clinton got impeached for lying about a blowjob, but Bush is sitting pretty after lying about a war. Great priorities, America.

Lost is pretty much the best thing ever. I don't know if you guys watch this show at all, but it deserves credit for the following things. One, it was one of the scripted shows responsible for helping kill off some of the reality shows. Yay for writers! Two, it really shows me that drama is a viable genre on a weekly TV show. I just dont' get the appeal of watching the same show every week (CSI, Law and Order). Things actually happen on Lost. Three, it's beautiful. Four, it introduced Evangeline Lilly. And five, Cam just got the DVDs of the first season like five days ago, and I'm up to episode 13. That's the mark of a good show. Even if they never solve any of their mysteries.

Cam may have fixed his computer so we can watch shows from it on the TV again. Second season of Deadwood, here we come. The first season DVDs were some of the best 85 bucks I've ever spent.

Curb Your Enthusiasm is a good show, but they play it like twice a day, and therefore we have like 20 episodes on our DVR, and that kind of really annoys me.

Based on my experience riding my bike on campus, I think that maybe people should have to pass a driver's test and get a license to ride a bike, and I also think people who talk on cell phones whilst riding a bike should be drop kicked off of their bikes. By ninjas.

I love records.

We won the intramural wiffleball championship. We being me and Charlie and Danny and some kid who I think was named Josh, and I really should remember his name because he's the reason we won. He pitched like 5 full games of shutout wiffleball, whereas I pitched one, two run inning. That's the difference between him and me. Also, his name is Josh, and mine is Adam. And he's taller than me. And really, we have many more differences than we do similarities.

If I asked you really nicely to punch me in the face, and I really meant it, would you do it? And if so, how hard? We're talking like the cheek area here. I'd show you but you're not in the same room as me.

My friend Kate is like the same person as me except she's short and a girl and is Kate and not me.

If I had more money I would buy more things for myself, because I'm an American, goddamnit, and I need to accumulate stuff to feel successful. At this point I am just rambling so goodbye.