"Is this study hall quiet because everyone's working hard, or because all the loud people are gone?"
"Loud people are gone."

"Let's just say that if we chose books by the appearance of the authors, we'd be reading different things."

Now when I walk through the halls of school, people I've never seen before are in the distinct minority.

What did you think about my peach?
It was the pits.

Who eats food for people, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, yet is liable to die at any time because of someone they may not know?

Sometimes I'm in my bed, half dreaming, thinking I'm running, then I imagine I trip.
Yeah, it freaks me out too.

Is it asinine, or an ass of mine?

If nothing is universally taboo, where can I pick my friend's noses?

Most sentences and babies' lives end with a period.

If trinkets make me happy, and I can buy trinkets, aren't I really just buying happiness?

If Jared are half the food and became half the Jared, where's the other half... of the Jared?
Profound words, Flowcabulary.

What's worse; bad luck or no luck at all?

So, Pluto's not a planet anymore... What about Uranus?

If you had a younder sibling that was 10 years your junior, are you siblings or aunt/uncle and niece/nephew?

Let us see or lettucy?
Oh homonyms. You make the good days good daze.

"Why buy what I can make at home for slightly more?"

You know a word isn't commonly used when its first result for a Google search is the definition according to an online dictionary.

While researching lucid dreaming, I realized that most of my dreams take place in a third person view. I mean, what is up with that? And how would I never have noticed that before?

This blog sure does have a lot of posts. But not to be outdone, the drawings blog is catching up.
I wonder if they're having a race or something.

That's what the Escapist is all about; the funky photos in the articles.

Sometimes I wonder if other people read my comments when I so lovingly skip over theirs. Or, if they would read my comments after I skipped over theirs. It's a concern for me. What if no one ever checked out anyone's comments? What would be the point of it all?
Then I realize I have read other people's comments, and that it's not such a big concern.

Sometimes I think I live my whole life by making hidden messages in places few people will ever go to.
I think I need a new life.

There sure are a lot of manga series that are pretty uninspired. They have this slacker main character (or the default hero character) and they all seem to follow the same basic storyline. Heck, their rival is usually motivated by love. That's right; all the heroes have lifelong female friends. It seems to be a rule.
All of that just makes me want to make a different manga series. One where the main character is just a jerk. It would be my personal way of protesting against the death of an art form.

What sounds like a duck, runs through muck, and has no luck?
Why, Charles Torres, of course.

An idea for the future; a meta Connor blog. A blog that has all the cotent I make. It could work.

"You have nothing to fear except fear itself."
How scary can fear be if no one is ever scared of it?

"What shape is France?"
"Just a general amorphous country shape."

If I invented a new instrument, would anyone use it?

"Is it bad to hear voices inside the static?"
"No, but it is to follow their instructions."

Write me a story with the prompt; "Before the operation, I was..."

There sure are a lot of colleges looking into me. I wonder just how well I did. Of course, where will all the attention go when I choose a college? It's not like they'll try to steal me from one college to another. The tragedies of life.

"Chuck Norris is so manly, he has an animus."
That joke's been in the making for quite some time.

"If John had three apples in one hand, and adds another five, what does John have?"
"Really big hands."

"How are you doing?"
"Well, as you can verily see, my vivacity is severely hampered by conflictious compadres."
"Shut up, Saran."

What's the difference between a tragedy and a comedy? A few deaths. No, seriously.

"Hey, have you ever heard about krunk?"
"No, what's that?"
"It's like coke. (to someone else) Have you ever heard of krunk?"
(someone else) "No."
(second person) "It's like everyone's an expert on drugs, like you."
"It's not a drug."

"Well, you sure do know a lot of people. You're like a walking phonebook. Because to better suit my metaphor, you suddenly know their phone numbers, too."

"No, your mom has a mental imperfection!"

"The obviously unfounded nature of that argument voids it instantly."

"It's nice for privacy that myspace doesn't let you easily view someone's comments, but it makes what I want to do harder. All I was going to use it for was to see my friend's comments. Oh..."

"Let us all set our statuses to away, as to better fool the tax collectors."