robotsinthegarden

Here is my story:

I was born in ‘85. That means I am 21! But yes, I was born. At one point I turned one. The next year I turned two! This aging thing would be a continuing trend in my life.

At some point I started going to school. I think I was four. I went into junir kindergarden already being able to read. I started that reading thing kind of early.

Through that school phase of life I did pretty well with history and english. Not so well with math. My math skills are almost non existent. I joined the school band at one point in time. I played trumpet. I loved the trumpet but hated band class. Eventually I was forced to make a decision. I could quit band class but I’d lose my trumpet or I could keep my trumpet but have to stay in band. I ultimately decided band class was an evil I would do anything to be rid of.

Now, school lasted for quite some time but I eventually graduated. Graduations are the most boring of all affairs. I almost went to sleep. Sleep is good. I enjoy sleep.

I am now attending University. Yes, that’s right. I finally get out of school and what do I do? More school. But I enjoy school. So it’s all okay.

Maybe someday I will get old. Perhaps by then I will have found the magic formula that makes me immortal. Fear that day.

She was at my apartment! Sitting on my couch. We had coconut cream pie. It was good.