Pumpkin ravioli and harlots

Highlight of my week last week: hearing my 78-year-old aunt refer to her three sisters, also in their seventies, as "harlots" for wearing red coats. To her priest. Ah, the humor of old women.

This blog has been pretty pathetic lately. Unfortunately, I logged in with the intention of sharing all the blog-worthy stuff I've observed in the last three weeks but have been too lazy to post, and I forgot it all.

One of them was some kind of quote that went: "If Logan here wasn't being such a bitch, I could score him some acid." I think that was in econ (I was going to add "when we were bored," but we're always bored in econ). Another interesting thing to come out of econ when you're bored: a modern-day version of Swift's "A Modest Proposal." We're thinking it would look something like a restaurant chain called, instead of Taco Bell, Niño Bell. I can hear it now: "Would you like a fetus with that? How about some 'kidney' beans? A Grey Matter Smoothie?" It's so wrong, I know, but so hilarious.
There's really nothing interesting to note in this blog, but I'll try to actually post now when I come across some gold.
I have a page 162 college app essay I could post, but it's not very funny- I actually decided not to use it because it was too emotional.