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I got my back against the record machine...

Frosty the Snowman

Knew the sun was hot that day

So he said let's run

And we'll have some fun

Now before I melt away


Frosty the Snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye

Saying don't you cry

I'll be back again some day


Did anyone give any thought to the possibility that Frosty the Snowman represents the story of Jesus? He came around Christmas time, showing the children the way to live life properly. How to enjoy themselves while attempting to "catch him." He is destined to melt/die for your sins. Only at the end, he offers a message of hope. "I'll be back again some day." We have to sit and wait for the return of Frosty and the love that he brought. Sounds pretty biblical to me.
Taking Jack Evert's advice, I have decided to write an exposition on this subject as well as my thoughts on how "Mary Had a Little Lamb" is about the Liberal conspiracy to keep religion out of public schools. And I use the word 'liberal' in the insulting way that Senator Vinick employs the word. Not as in the badge of honor that Rep. Matt Santos wears.
Anyway, I'm going to write this thesis and send it to some extreme Right Wing publication and get it published under the pseudonym "Reverend Ronald W. Rockefeller."

I have also downloaded every James Bond theme song, and after much research and careful deliberation, I have determined that Carly Simon's "Nobody Does It Better" from 'The Spy Who Loved Me' is the greatest. If you disagree with me, I live in Marks 120, and I will fight you. Any time. Any place. I'm an angry Lit major who can bench 245. Bring it.


Church was very cathartic today. I feel happy once more.

Right now, I have a feeling as thought this coming week is going to be great.
What's ironic is that last Sunday I said the exact same thing to myself.

So it goes.....

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