BAbbLER's BORDOM II
If my life was as boring as yours, I'd shoot myself 11/09/98
Dedicated to the memory of Lucy....oh wait she's not dead yet!!
Editor's note:
Anshu's newspaper is created out of mindless boredom to subdue my friend's fears that I dropped off the edge of the email world. The following will consist of incessant raving about my life so that all my friends can feel closer to me.... GROUP HUG. If you know me, continue reading; otherwise email BAbbLER@freedminds.com and request deletion. DO NOT FORWARD THIS TO OTHER PEOPLE OR PETS. If you know someone who isn't getting this it's probably because my computer died so I have like five email addresses. Do me a rotund favor and have any of our mutual friends email me their addresses. Also, I'm a big boy so don't feel guilty saying you don't want the emails (or just delete them)-THE BAbbLER
---------LEAD STORY....
They check Lucy's brain and find nothing....except Anshu is a jerk.
After extensive tests, Lucy is scheduled to be released from the hospital Tuesday to return to her mundane life at college (if I had to be a Liberal Art major like her, I'd shoot myself.) Surprisingly her visit to the hospital wasn't a hunt for a Doctor to subdue her parent's fears, but was foreshadowed by her continual feelings of uneasiness which climaxed when she passed out in the shower, giving the pair of medics the peerless thrill of their life--just kidding. By her own will, courageous Lucy dressed herself, and went to the hospital where they ran many tests. The test reviled nothing, but doctors are hopeful it was a freak experience.
Most of you probably do not know Lucy, but you may remember her from my incessant story telling. Lucy is the girl who I challenged that I could name all the capitals of United States faster than her and get them right on a Social Studies test. Come test day, she never showed up because she mysteriously passed out like she did just recently. (This leads my psychological hypothesis to state: The patient Little Lucy passed out the first time due to heightened fears that she could not beat her feared advisory Anshu. Incidentally, Anshu is actually one of many symbols which point to Lucy having an inferiority complex, never thinking she is good enough to be where she is in life, especially in the eyes of her parents or friends. Naturally, she fainted the second time because she is afraid she can not maintain her perfect grades in college, and more notably and importantly, she missed me and needed the attention-he-he.)
If you still don't know Lucy, I might have called her by an alias, perhaps Lulu. Here are the FOUR most famous Lucy stories:
(1) Since she couldn't understand simple directions through the maze to my house, we were late to her preppy friend's party. When we finally arrived, we found the others went skinny-dipping without us. Instead of stripping like wet weasels like I wanted to, diabolical Lucy playfully led me back to her car with everyone's clothes hidden under her sweatshirt, and we escaped with the stolen merchandise to the mall where we celebrated with Pina coladas from Orange Julius.
(2) Back in the backward days when I had a backward crush on Lucy, I was gambling with a bunch of friends and losing because they wouldn't let me cheat. ANYway, Lucy's--much more adorable than her-cousin, Susan, came over and tried to solicit us into buying overpriced Girl Scout cookies. Naturally, I tried to impress Lucy by palling up with Susan by telling the little girl I'd buy cookies with my winnings if she gave me good luck. Miraculously, I ended up scoring $200 big ones, and true to my word, I bought the cookies and we had a girl scout party when the cookies came in a couple of weeks later. Did this act of philanthropy impress or trick Little Lucy into going out with me. -no, she ended up going out with a guy that I stupidly introduced her to at the Girl Scout party.
(3) Yes Lucy is the notorious girl who gave me the biggest beat down in recorded history the weekend I met her. It was on the infamous trip to South Carolina (you know when I told my parents I was camping with Casebeer). Lindsy, Cindi, Jackie, and Lucy heard a myriad of mysterious noises and saw a ghost. Cindi was started at first, but she thought she knew me better than she did, and thus assumed I was behind the mischievous night noises. Her roommate, Lindsy, on the other hand, knew everything about my life, so she had a strong foundation to believe I was fully capable of masterminding such a prank. Meanwhile in the other room, Jackie was too much of a heavy sleeper to hear anything or even wake up when Lucy tried to wake her because the sounds were scaring the he-be-ge-bes out her. Finally Lucy tip toed across the hallway and sought solace from Lindsy and Cindi who quickly assured her it was just me.... Naturally, the next morning when I was quietly eating Froot Loop with Johnny, Lucy stormed out, and the last think I remembered was a strong barraged of girly punches and whiny "I hate you" screams "you scared the he-be-ge-bes out of me". To this day, I still maintain it wasn't me (Everyone knows if it was me, the ghost would have been glow in the dark GREEN!!).
(4) Oh yes, and remember that time when me and Lucy built a spaceship, and we pulled straws to see would go first and she won, and we tried but the spaceship didn't work because it was out of super-super-powerful fuel. Finally we thought diamonds might work, and you know what they did!! I shot her out into space and said, my god look there's Lucy in the sky with Diamonds....(oh, she's going to kill me for that one.)
Now the headline stated Anshu is a jerk, which is true because Lucy didn't have my number so I didn't know she was in the hospital until Monday, but luckily I got to call her in the hospital when she was well. (So if any of you guys are dying [and only if you're dying], my home phone number is 412-dog-e-woe [412-364-3963].) Any who, I have to comment on our conversation, not per say because Lucy said anything funny or interesting, but because Susan was there.
Anshu: Hello. Is this Lucy?
Lucy: Um....Ya.
Anshu: Um....Ya, you're not sure if you're Lucy.
Lucy: Omigod, I didn't know who it was. Is that you Edgar? (She calls me Edgar, long story don't ask!!)
Anshu: You surprised? Did I wake you up?
Lucy: (that bloody liar) No, you didn't wake me. How did you find out I was here?
.... Conversation continues....
Lucy: Guess whose here...? (She didn't even give me a chance to guess) Susan. She wants to talk to you. It's Edgar, goofy Indian boy, you remember him?
Susan: Hi, Ed.
Anshu: Wow, do you even remember me?
Susan: Of course. Your Ed, who could ever forget a guy who bought two hundred dollars worth of girl scout's cookies from me just to impress a girl?
Anshu: So what, you realized I was using you?
Susan: Duh, I'm not stupid. I was using you too. How else was I going to sell those stupid cookies?
Anshu: Stupid cookies. They were pretty good actually. I'm taking it, you're not a girl scout anymore?
Susan: Yes, it cut too much into my social life.
Anshu: And what kind of social life does a little girl like you have?
Susan: Oh you know, school, choirs, dance practice, blad-dee-blah-bla, my boyfriend...
Anshu: Awe, (Ya I didn't the annoying girly sigh), Susan has a b-o-y-friend.
Susan: Pu-lease, I'm not a little girl you know. I'm fourteen.
Anshu: OH I'm just jealous, I've never had a girlfriend.
Susan: What are you, a freak?
(Lucy in the back round): Now Susan, be nice.
Anshu: Oh it's okay. But do you have any advice for me? You know to get a girl friend (yes I'm asking a fourteen-year-old for advice.)
Susan: You just have to be nice, be yourself.
Anshu: So which is it? Should I be nice or be myself?
Susan: (sarcastically) Ha-ha, you're so funny. You know Lucy's never going to go out with you if that's what you're trying to find out. She's already eyeing a guy. (I heard lots of giggling as Lucy wrestled the phone from Susan before she could tell me his name.) **Wink Wink**
Side Headline. Shelak is Gay
To the surprise of many, Shelak came out of the closet saying his yellow shirt and tight jeans were no casual mistake. It's not Minka who is the first to come out of the closet it is Shelak.
---------YM Romantic Section....
The most playful girl with that inviting heart, explosive eyes, exotic skin, and petite figure...walked right by me yesterday. Anshu still has no girlfriend-surprise-surprise.
---------Dumb quotes of the week....
--~might not be quoted exactly
I'm not a liar--Stanbaugh
Rachel: (pointing at Heverly's "Nuclear Engineer" book) That's evil.
Anshu: Why?
Rachel: Because I don't understand it.
Anshu: By that logic all women are evil because I don't understand them. When the truth is I'm just a moron. Wait, bad thing said.
Heverly: How come I wasn't in your newspaper last week?
Anshu: Well it was mostly about the weekend and you weren't here.
Heverly: What are you talking about? I just spent Friday, most of Saturday, and some of Sunday with my girlfriend.
Anshu: Well you know that's what people here like to call THE WEEKEND."
"Now were you trying to hit every branch when you fell out of the ugly tree...or were you just lucky?" --DeadPool
~Stanbaugh (after looking at the newspaper, Stanbaugh saw tanks and troops on the Brooklyn Bridge. Noticeably moved): What's happening in New York? They're under marshal law!
~Heverly: That's an ad for the movie Siege you idiot. It's not an article.
Went to Golden Wok for Chinese with BigBeer and Casebeer. We all ordered hot and sour soup and the waiter looked at me and said, "Okay just two soups. No soup for you." I corrected him and got the soup, but boy was that eerie.
---------Complaints about paper....
Heverly: How come I'm mocked in this newspaper....I don't want to be mocked.
Manasi: I can't believe you wrote that about me in your newspaper.
Anshu: (trying to finagle my way out) I don't even remember what I wrote.
Manasi: (A strange mammoth type howling cry that I cannot describe well enough to give it due justice) you told everyone I had my stomach showing.
~Anshu: Oh-he-he.
~Manasi: And I can't believe you told everyone about that dream!
---------BAbbLER's dictionary....
This is where you can ask Anshu what everyday terms really mean to him?
Crush-Desiring someone you know vaguely, probably from a class, work, or you see passing by on a regular basis. You may or may not know this person's name, and you do not know much about them.
Infatuation-Strongly desiring someone you know personally who also knows you but does not desire you. Synonymous with unrequited love.
Love-Desiring someone whom also desires you, and you both think this feeling will last forever.
Lust-Desiring someone romantically due to their physical attributes or your personal horneyness
---------Sports section....
Top 4 sports:
4--Taboo: On Friday after watching a hilarious performance of The complete Works Of Shakespeare (not as good as the Pitt playhouse's or Laurelville's acting of Hamlet, but pretty damn funny), me, Dave, his girlfriend Andrea, and Sarah played an insane game of Taboo. If you're unfamiliar with the game, you have to get your teammates to say a word without using gestures and without saying five other words that are written on the cards. The words on the cards are usually the words that come to your mind first, so it gets crazy occasionally. Again, this is a BAbbLER's MUST DO if you're stuck in a rut. During our guys verses girls game, the guys took a heavy lead but we were top-sized at the end. I like to blame Sarah's seductive techniques for blowing my concentration and causing our lose, but she was pretty funny, and I give her mad props for the idea. The running gag of the game was when Dave said "Andrea has two of these" and I shrugged my shoulders, ~breasts, legs, ears, what?~ Later I had to get Dave to guess ~watermelons~ and I simple said, "breastes are the size of...". Dangerous fun will always be had in the riveting game of Taboo.
3-Arcade Blitz: Somehow Berry Standers fumbled on a kick off return, and the Lion couldn't take advantage of two interceptions, which gave Casebeer's Jets a 28-14 victory. I admit I'm not that good at Blitz 99, and challenge anyone good at it to take on Casebeer on a good day.
2--BackAlley: Backalley is a card game like 500, but you can play with up to 5 players per deck, a little too hard to describe here (so if you're interested just email me.) I believe I should have won but Heverly won two lucky rounds where the score is 10 points instead of the normal 3 per hand. Plus Heverly had never played before so cast aside his win as beginner's luck. As for the other adversary, Casebeer, he wasn't much of a challenge. I think he preoccupied daydreaming about a girl who was in the coffee shop last time we went (denote the sarcasm.)
1--FooTBAll: This Sunday we had the Sickball. Minka and Manas showed in layers, proving their mother's taught them to dress up for the cold ~wha wha wha~, and many of the other players came even though they were sick, thus adding evidence to the "Men are stupid and they Love Their Football" theory. Unfortunately, Minka was on my team so I couldn't cash in on my threat to rip apart his shirt again. Personally, I made the usual mistake of lateraling it to the other team, and getting burnt on the long bomb; but I did get a great interception off a tip, and arm tackled Paul and another defensive man just enough to get the reach out score for my second touchdown. Unfortunately, due to Paul's great coverage I hurt my left ankle, right knee, left ring finger, and right shoulder, but you didn't hear me crying for long. I was on the sidelines for a few drives and then back with vengeance. The best highlight of the day was Heverly's awesome DTD tackle, which left him unconscious momentarily.
------Fashion
Best Female outfit: Melissa wins the prize for wearing the most girlish outfit that none of the girls I know would wear. Believe it or not, this girl dared all stereotypes and wore a PINK sweater and pair of blue jeans. Yes you heard me right, I'm surprised that a girl I know wears pink. You may think it odd but I really don't know anybody with a rare exception who doesn't hate pink with a fervent passion. I even tried to complement her on the sweater but I think she thought me sarcastic. As a side note, she had a kewl hair clippy thingy but she wore it on the top of her head instead of the side. There is no surprise with this title. I call her outfit Pink Paradise.
Worst Female outfit: Once I had a conversation with Manasi where I explained that everyone I knew had at least one outfit that I did not like (which led to this part of the newspaper). Minka's free Citibank shirt was the example I used to her. During the conversation I was dumbfounded because I couldn't think of an outfit of hers that I hated. Later I remember that the only photo I have of her smiling she's wearing Evil Overalls. But the entire world is once again aligned as I saw Manasi in the ugliest hood with drawstrings on the side. I really wanted to grab both strings and pull, but she was sick so I felt bad for her (and I currently deem her fully capable of acting on her threats to kill me.) Even kitty, my cuzin' who loves Manasi more than she loves me, said it made Manasi look like a man. I said I'd never be that mislead but it was defiantly the worst of the week.
Best Male outfit: I must have been smoking some of the Turkish blend this week, because Minka actually wore a cool shirt that was quite flattering to him. Kudos to whoever picked it out, because I assume he didn't. Also on a bizarre side note, I was watching Bikini Showdown and one of the 10 finalists was a girl named Minka. Believe it or not, I picked her and she won. GO MINKA!!
Worst Male outfit: I bought a green shirt at the Salvation Army which ended up buttoning on the wrong side and having shoulder pads.... Could it be? Yes it is a woman's shirt. Actually, a bunch of people, especially Becky seemed to like the shirt. Today though I wore the shirt and cut out the shoulder pads out making it not as cool as before.
Fashion Faux Pas: Black and Blue make a bruise not an outfit. This advice surprisingly goes to Ellen (even though it's not her fault, it's her uniform.)
Greenest outfit: Omigod, I could hardly believe it when I went to class Wednesday and saw my TA in woman's study wearing a bright Green V buttoned shirt.
------Dreams, Auras, and the Occult
How can such beautiful images of light pass through me in the dark?
I was going to talk about the dream I had about Manasi, Kapil, Paul, Kitty, and me picnicking on a plateau which ended up being a volcano that we were about to fall into until Manasi's ape hands came to the rescue. One of the huge arms miraculously grabbed all three of us, leaving Kitty to die, while the other grabbed a tree from a mountaintop far away. -But since Manasi didn't like me talking about my dream about her, I won't tell that one.
Instead I'll tell you the old dream I had about Lucy. It took place in the future when the crowd of us went back to the Fester Estate in South Carolina because the old couple died and they left us the estate as long as we spent the night there. (Ya straight out of scooby-doo.) For some reason, Lindsy and Charlie weren't there because they died in a car cross [don't ask me why.] ANYway, it was Me and Johnny who were again forced to sleep in the living room, where we saw the ghost. Assuming it was we just the girls trying to get us back, Johnny charged the ghost, and then to my slight dismay he was clawed and maimed until 8 feet of his intestines were showing. Naturally, I was taken a back, but the back of my head said it must be some sort of expensive illusion to really get me back. THE DREAM FELT SO REAL.
ANYwho, me and the ghost's eyes met and it tried to attack me. It charged and succeeded in overpowering me to the ground until it touched my necklace and then was repulsed away. The ghost cringed at me and then floated off. At first, I was excited and relieved, but then I realized it left the same direction as the girl's room. This time all the girls were staying in the same room, the master bedroom previously owned by the old couple. By the time I got there, Jackie's body parts were spread across the room and Little Lucy was a little girly-ka-bobs, her body cut in half with each half pegged on the bedposts. The only thing there was a living and crying Cindi and the dead and laughing ghost.
I charged the ghost, chasing it all around the room, and sincerely triying to protect Cindi. But eventually it, the keen ghost went between my legs and split Cindi's throat. I charged in horror, ripped my necklace off, and the ghost disappeared. Cindi, are you still alive? --It hurts. It hurts so much. I guess you were telling the truth.
Then, the really crazy think happened. All the disremembered corpses rose and started attacking me until I woke up. I wander what that means? --The end-bub-bye.
The Aura is that special kind of je ne sais pas about a stranger that draws you to notice them. These are stories about random encounters with strangers.
--Usually we talk about the good aura. The one that brings two virtual strangers together and shows them that they fit as one. But like most other things, the aura is a dichotomy, and there is a dark Aura. The dark Aura is strongest when you meet your arch nemesis, and I believe everyone has one. If I had to pick one, mine is my cuzin' (cuzin' me a headache) Kitty because she is the best at destroying me asinine arguments.
This week I believe Casebeer found a bad aura and it brought out the best in him. He vented all his frustrations about the world, stupid people (with boring lives that I would kill myself if I had to live), and ranted about women with such great eloquence. Also, he flicked a penny with such amazing accuracy that it hit his first target, Rachel, smack in the cheek. Then, he got his moving target Heverly with unadulterated precision. Don't be afraid of the dark aura. Use it to bring out your best challenge-rearing qualities.
Meetings with the Occult
It was okay when it was just after me. I think I was strong enough to fight it. Or at least hold it back. But now it is after the people I'm with too. I tried to warn her. I try to protect her....but I couldn't. This week the occult was after innocent Manasi.
After Arch class, we decided to get some ice cream at the creamery. (Yes it was cold and Manasi was sick but we wanted ice cream, do you have a problem with that?) Manasi complained I haven't seen you since Halloween and I corrected her saying I saw her the day after Halloween when she came over and fell asleep watching Dracula. Oh, still I haven't seen you in two weeks, to which I was forced to correct her again stating that Halloween was only seven days ago (She's really not a ditz. I chalk it up to the sickness or maybe a day without me sucks so much it feels like two days. It's nice to be missed and I missed her too but I can't go out on that ego trip because I know better. The Occult was after her--mu-ha-ha-ha.)
So we ventured to the creamery and first of all the Occult took the SAT girl's super-vocabulary away from her for a while. Earnestly, she tried to say she wanted to try Chocolate Pretzel ice cream, but all that came out was dim-witted baby talk.
Next, no more than four steps out of the building, Manasi took her first lick, and plop, the ice cream couldn't withstand the power of her tongue and it fell to the ground. I told her to scoop up the top half and eat it, but she went inside and the nice lady gave her a new cone. If loosing your ice cream before even eating it is not the working of the occult, what is?
But no, the occult wasn't done with her yet. Damn them, damn them to hell. Some may say Manasi is such a freak magnet that it was natural that a leaf would try to lodge its way down her mouth when she was eating, almost choking her and almost choking the rest of us with laughter. The only time I saw something similar occur was when a butterfly attacked Shelak, but this time it's not really funny. This time I say the attack was a sole attack from...dun-na-na-nah....the occult. (Yes Manasi I do live in a [whatever big word you used to say imaginary] world!)
------Movie and TV
Good:
Simpsons!!-Back from a not so impressive Halloween special, this week's episode Homer dreamt he was Yogi Bear and mauled Ranger Ned. I don't want to tell you the rest to ruin it for you, but it was 30 minutes of fun packed humor (which I of course recorded!!)
Planet of the Apes-All five movies are very dramatically and intellectually stimulating. Believe it or not, this is not sarcasm, the five movies pentalogy (three movies makes a trilogy, so five should make a pentalogy) is a real masterpiece. I especially liked it when the main male, Taylor, was leaving he asked if he could kiss the female ape scientist who was aiding his escape. "Okay, but your so ugly!" she said to him. It's funny because it's ironic.
The Towers of Terror, or something like that-It was a special about all the towers in London, included torture, the killing of Henry the eighth's wives, escape of prisoners, and intrigue. Yes I actually watch a discovery channel type show on Saturday before going out and liked it so much I had to record the end.
Bad:
Boy Meets World. Little did I know in high school how kewl this show was. Again, oddly I'm not being sarcastic. Today though, Topanga wore and ugly outfit that seemed to accentuate her overgrown lips making today's the worst episode I've ever seen. I'm really not that shallow, it's just I didn't see much bad programming this week.
-------Hypothetical questions (Send me any questions you can think of, if they're good, and send me your thoughts on this week's questions.)
If you were trapped on a desert island, would you bring your favorite book or a book you always wanted to read but never got a chance to? I'd read a book I've always wanted to. Right now it'd probably be dangerous liaisons in French.
------Home Economics
How to bake a Potato
I actually have never baked a potato but Casebeer has taught me the secret.
1. Set the oven to 500.
2. Grab a strong fork and poke lots of holes in the potato, but don't do it around Stanbaugh because he'll hit you in the back and cause you to jab the fork in your hand, which will make it bleed, and even though blood is saulty and yummy it doesn't taste good cooked.
3. Put the potato in the oven, 30 minutes.
4. Cut and eat with your favorite toppings.
Yes you see how incompetent having a loving mother, polite friend's parents, and cheap fast food has made me incompetent in the kitchen. But I'm learning. Just not today. Today I had Heverly order me Papa Johns [Yes, yes, yes, I'm still a stuttering fool on the phone when I talk to strangers so I don't order pizza myself.]
------Unfinished Poems (or incorrect lyrics to popular songs)
Straw Girl
Behind the sipping sounds of lemonade,
Lies a fantasy that won't behave.
He is seeing her in a softer shade,
And wondering if love will pervade?
A secret smile hides behind her straw thrust high,
As the sipping sounds form a lullaby.
Lemonade brings simple pleasure in small amounts,
And take it from me ever little treasure counts.
THE BAbbLER
Horoscope: (not done by me....but a magical, mystical person)
Aquarius: Jan. 20 - Feb. 18
The future is ahead of you, not behind you.
Aries: March 21 - April 19
Money slips easily through your fingers this week.
Cancer: June 22 - July 22
You have no future.....BE AFRAID!@!
Capricorn: Dec. 22 - Jan. 19
Search your shadow to find your true self.
Gemini: May 21 - June 21
Embrace the darkness; avoid the light
Leo: July 23 - Aug. 22
Embrace logic to find your answers.
Libra: Sept. 23 - Oct. 23
A little knowledge can be very dangerous.
Pisces: Feb. 19 - March 20
An apple a day has sent your sanity away.
Scorpio: Oct. 24 - Nov. 21
The answers not blowing in the wind, it's in your heart.
Sagittarius: Nov. 22 - Dec. 21
Dance to welcome happiness into your life.
Taurus: April 20 - May 20
If I lived your boring life, I'd shoot myself. Why don't you shoot yourself this week?
Virgo: Aug. 23 - Sept. 22
If you are in the clouds all the time, you have a long way to fall.
--Ask Anshu Awesome Advice
This is where you can email me questions anonymously placed here with sage like advice.
Dear Anshu,
I met a girl over break and we had a lot of fun together. How do I trick her into liking me? Help me, I suck.
------Super fan #1: The Pathetic Wussie
Anshu's Advice:
You sound like an even bigger loser than elevator boy does. If I lived your life of Wussieness I would shoot myself, twice. You sound sincere about your feeling for this girl and you seem too shy to bother me if this was just a casual crush. This girl must mean something to you. Unfortunately, you do not sound like a man. You need to make a big manly statement to let her know how special she is to you. Big crushes call for drastic methods. I suggest the fake drive by shooting. Yes, while everyone else is complaining about how violent the world is becoming, I say use it to your advantage. Have your friend pretend to do a drive by and save the girl's life. Make sure it's a minor so if they get caught not much happens. Then spend the time ranting how you were so surprised that you weren't afraid about loosing your own life because you were so worried about her. Before you know it she'll be crying putty in your hands.
Sure the movie Speed says relationships based on stressful situations do not work. But I say that if it was meant to be, during your time together she'll realize how sweet you are and how cool you both are together. Just make sure that the drive by isn't the pinnacle of excitement in your relationship. If you really like her, every outing should feel like a heart-racing life or death experience, being in love I'm told often feels like bullets are always flying around you. And before you get married, make sure she knows how you connived her into going out. This will be the ultimate test. If she loves you for the effort, she's yours forever. You'd be surprised how the right type of girl reacts.
THE BAbbLER
Hopefully now you feel like you're not missing out on the crazy antics of my life. Also you're probably wondering how all these crazy things happen to Anshu yet the truth is he has no life and so much free time he's writing this. But technically, who cares? You had fun reading right? Maybe we've learned a little more about Anshu, so the only natural thing to do is email me back about things that happen to you. Ask advice, send hypothetical questions, give me a word to define, a topic for a poem, tell me about your day, or send a funny joke. Just keep in touch, because I love hearing odd stories from old friends. And I could use a good friend these days...(I could use a loan that is-he-he.)