is the bomb. no really. it's an explosive. not really. but really. it's the bomb. if you haven't dranken (i know) it before, you should drinken it NOW. if you aren't keen on peach, you can opt for original citrus fresca or black cherry fresca. when i was in canada i had, like...berry delight fresca or something and it was even bombier than peach. i kind of see it this way - peach is like the cool mid-twenties guy who isn't an immature jerk but isn't a boring businessman either (because you have to choose). He's fun and you feel comfortable around him and he doesn't make you feel stupid. plus, he has no calories. next we have original citrus. he's kind of quiet - in his mid-fifties, heading straight towards a mid-life crisis, to be sure. i think he gets jealous of all the attention peach gets. but who wouldn't? and now we have black cherry citrus, the teenage P.I.T. (Punk In Training) who paints her (yeah it's a girl. all berries are) fingernails black with dark red trim, and wears fishnets and and extra eyeliner. She's trying to be cool, but really...come on. she's carbonated. carbonated drinks can never be anything but bubbly. (it's been years since i've come up with a joke so brillliant) and lastly we have this mysterious berry delight. she's reaching her 30s. she's single, and she always wears a long sparkly (carbonated) dark pink evening gown. wow. 6 adjectives for one noun. i'll never get into Emerson.
i don't have any more schoolwork for as long as the eye can see. except for my senior paper which is due by March.
I feel inspired to write but i had to write two big papers today and my elbows hurt from propping my arms and falanges in a position condusive to typing at maximum speed. even my shoulder blades hurt.
i graduate in 41 hours and 41 minutes. whoa that's odd. must be an omen of some kind, like on sandlot.
by the way - i found a picture of a fresca cake and thought it was more interesting than the actual can. au revoir.
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