Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

Monday, it is.

I know I mentioned I would write on Friday, however my computer thought otherwise about this. I will not delve into this matter further, for it is a touchy subject.

After a late-night writing session for my 9 o’clock class, I am still rather tired. The good news is that I got my essay finished. The bad news is that the assignment was supposed to be 2-3 pages DOUBLE spaced… meaning that I have six pages worth of double-space material. No wonder it seemd like such a long essay for only 20 points.

The essay was about capitalism, socialism, and Marxism. This is not the most exciting topic in the world, and I hate economics, so moving on…

Two interesting things happened on the way back to class today, and they were within a 2 minute time frame. The first one involved me, an unstable branch and a group of visiting high school students and their parents watching. I think you can guess what happened there. I think God (or whatever higher power you believe in) was punishing me because I was thinking about ways to extort my precious blood.

By the way… quick moral question. If you have rare blood and someone is hurt that needs your blood, and you are the only one with that type of blood close enough to donate, is it considered extortion is you raise your price? Would that be price gouging, or would that just mean I’d go straight to Hell?

Besides me getting on the head and my Mafia-like tactics of making money, there was another neat thing I saw. It was definitely one of those things you had to see for it to be funny, but I like telling stories with no point, so here goes: I saw a squirrel with an entire grilled cheese sandwich in its mouth trying to climb up a tree. It just kept trying and trying but couldn’t make it. Suddenly, the squirrel turned to me and asked in an English accent if I knew any Gilbert and Sullivan operatic scores. I retorted with a quick-witted, “But, of course.” Then, the squirrel and I sang the entire score of HMS Pinafore while dancing the Can-Can.

That’s when I realized I had fallen asleep on East Green again.