Feelin' Stupid? I know I am!

Can anyone tell me what is the deal with professers? What is their bag of Snaussages? I flunked my first test EVER yesterday and it wasn't from a lack of reading, studying, going to lectures, or eating 24 ding dongs in one sitting. It was from the stupid test and the stupid professor being stupid...and confusing...and a mongoose. For starters, he looks like Larry David from Curb Your Enthusiasm and co-creator of Sienfeld. That's just down right creepy to begin with. Then he has the worst questions that have nothing to do with the reading and lectures, and the ones that do are either so broad that they would cause Dick Clark to short circuit (for those of you that are slower than Carrot Top, Dick Clark is a robot) or are about the most miniscule person out of the four-thousand eight-hundred twenty-six people that he said we needed to research for the test. So since I got a 58 1/2% (I'm actually being serious for once), i need to get an average of 99% on everything else here on out to not get my first B...EVER. In happenstance, (yes it's a word) I would like an Xbox 360 for Christmas. I think you know where I'm going with this...right to my left ventricle. Fifty bucks to anyone who can give me the dictionary definition of a flecktone. Why does boo have a bad connotation, but booya have an awesome connotation? Oh well. BOOYA ANYWAY!

I'm Back for REVENGE...because the first venge didn't work...

...so I must REvenge. So it's been like a million and six years since I've posted here. So now that I'm back from my hibernation, I get to eat salmon and scare wayward campers and scout troops. Word to the wise: never take an art history class...EVER, buy your guns from the store (not from comic book conventions from some guy named Earl who refers to himself as Gondolorion the Enchanted Sage), get the gettin' while the gettin's good, and don't sprint with a mouth full of mummy brown acrylic paint (and especially don't trip). What's been up with the Stevenator you ask? First of all, don't ever call me the Stevenator again or I'll have to tear pocket off and beat you with your own shoes. You shall refer to me as Gondolorion the Enchanted Sage. Two, I am doing graphic design for the church, web design for my dad, lots of homework in my color theory, graphic design, typography, and history of design (boourns) classes, and trying to find time for videogames. I miss videogames. And my mom. I miss her too. But mostly I miss the whole saving the world thing me and my sidekick Torgo the Wonder Bread used to do. We even had our own theme song. It went a little like this:
Steve and Torgo
Steve and Torgo
Save the world
Save the world
Shaking hands
Kissing babies
Killing baddies
Torgo with his knees
Steve-o with his cheese
Steve and Torgo
Steve and Torgo
Midgets dancing
Torgo prancing
Steve freelancing
Run and hide
Under the slide
Watch for spiders
And Tom Cruise
He's nuts and creepy
Just like spiders
Just like spiders

Ahhhh. Did that whole thing in one breath. Now I'm gonna curl up in my sock drawer, and sleep for days. Out.

Random Question: What's up with creepy guys that post twenty page stock tips on your blog? I feel violated. Blog violated.