21st Century Human Project Blog: The First

I'm pretty sure the whole group came to the consensus that we should base our project around the white wall outside lyceum. I think our plan for the wall is to paint some type of mural about what we think it means to be a 21st century human. I'm just gonna throw out one of my ideas for the mural; take it or leave it. Basically, I think something that would be kinda cool is drawing/painting a man/woman/heshe (don't wanna be sexist so probably the heshe) reading a book with an open mouth to illustrate that heshe is telling a story - next to heshe should be an improved version of himher showing that through storytelling, we can show a different side of ourselves that people don't normally see, or that doesn't exist at all, something that we wish we were. Coming from that person would be a bunch of faces with different emotions, Diane Wiggins-ing it up by being able to evoke real feelings out of people by use of stories that may or may not be true. This is just me talking out of my bum, so take this idea however you see fit, maybe make some changes, or throw it out entirely. The mural should look super complex because, of course, this is the age of COMPLEXITY.

I think our second plan of attack is to make some sort of statue/sculpture in the river or whatever that thing is. I know it's not a river, but that is what I'm going to refer to it as.

Today, there were some burgers in the fridge from a couple nights ago when my beautiful mother made cheeseburgers and tots for dinner. We had no hamburger buns, BUT we had bagels. I carefully dissected the bagel and lightly toasted it (only lightly, I hate burnt anything, but especially bagels), put the burger in the microwave, took them out and conjoined them. Then POW, right in the kisser she went, and I devoured her. She was delicious. Yes, it was a she because it came from a cow. Cows are women, but women are not cows. Oh, I forgot to mention that the bagel had a variety of seeds. It was good. Very good. I actually really enjoy mashed potatoes on my bagels. You should try it sometime. It's great. No joke. I don't lie. You know who lies? Lairs. I am no liar. If you say I'm a liar, then you're lying. I don't like people who lie because they're liars. I like you, so you can't be a liar. Unless you're really good at lying. If so, well played, sir.