A Hard Point To Get Across

Well, Wednesday, we meet again. It seems as if we cross ways on a regular weekly basis. Almost too regular, if you ask me. It seems as if you come around every 144 hours on the button. I don't mind though: More waffles for me.

Last night was a 50s diner themed dinner at one of the West Campus dining halls. I had a chocolate-chip pancake with strawberries on top, and it was amazing. And I re-realized something. I, personally, would have loved the 50s. Between the jazz clubs, greasy diners, awesome cars, and Marty McFly's sudden appearance, it would have been a great time to live. I would imagine. And then after 10 minutes I would probably get bored and feel the need to check my Facebook. How on earth did they live without the internet. Strange people.

The other night was also the meteor shower. I say "the other night" as opposed to "last night," because it was, in fact, Monday night. Something ironic I found about it? The Astronomy 101 exam was the following day. I feel that not many future-astronomers had the opportunity to see the meteor shower.

Now, for a haiku:

The innuendo
Is a strong tool to insert
Into any work


Now, the only reason that I bring this up is because I wrote a paper about the sexual innuendo as found within song lyrics. It was a hard topic to stay atop. Not because I would crack up whenever I read them (though this was true), it was mainly because I tried to insert into the whole of the paper as many innuendos as possible. And I'm certainly not trying to do that right now into this paragraph. Of course not. And if there are any, those are purely coincidental, and you have your mind in the gutter.