ben franklin and wet uggs

today, i wore my black knit uggs in the rain. 4th worst form of footwear to wear in wet weather! (if you were a true follower of my blog, you would remember this connection to one of my first posts. if you're not, fuck you.) haha just kidding bastards! anyway, so i wore my black knit uggs in the pouring rain. water seeps through those things like white on rice. nope, that didn't make sense but i love that expression and i never get a chance to use it. so yeah i think black knit uggs might have to move into the number 3 spot on the worst form of footwear to wear in wet weather because when you wear converse, you're not worried too much about ruining them because you know they'll dry and be okay, and even if they're not, they'll be all tattered and cool-looking and you can be a really cool grungy dude with messy converse and spiky hair. i know that's what i aspire to be. aaanyway. today, we had a seance for ben franklin in english! it turns out the guy was a bit of a douche bag so i didn't really care about what he had to say if he came back from the dead. he would probably tell us that prostitution is awesome, fuck all your slaves! and then we would be like, benny, there are no more slaves. and then he would be like, WHAT?!?! that is simply preposterous. slaves are the shit! and then, of course, we would all listen to him, because he would be back from the dead, and so we would have slaves again. god, that would be bad. don't come back, ben! unless you want to invent something that will clean our common room/bathroom for us. omg, HE should clean it for us! i would love to watch that hot man in his knickers whack out our rug. okay i'm getting off track. but i don't really have a track so it's kind of hard to get off of it. whatever. every time i walk to breslin now i will stare at ben franklin's statue and wish for him to come to life and clean for me.

bye babies.