I've made a conclusion that there are dips of maturity in ones life. Such as, in 4th grade, when you snicker at the word penis. haha. penis. Then comes about now, in 8th grade. where we all laugh at the word penis. we also laugh at more words, too, because we know more names for penis. The next one will probably be when I turn 15. The turning of age 14 to 15 causes an 80% increase in sexual jokes and innuendos. So, let's hope by the time I'm 60, I won't be making tons of sexual jokes an innuendos. The road to 60 will be long and hard.* Which brings me to my story. I realized this dip today in science. Last year, we all kinda laughed when we had the Second Trimester Dance. Now, we have Colors Under the Moon. And I'm pushing for the next dance to be called the Late Spring Dance. Heh. Anyhow, we were drawing lots to see who got what planet/moon to study and such for our science projects, and Erica picked Uranus. So, as you can imagine, we made several jokes. My favorite one was... "Jeez, Erica, why'd you have to pick Uranus?" Which brings me to my post "post-intro story" point: In 30 years, the Government is FUCKED. *You guys dont have a very keen sense of the obvious, so I'm just making that one as easy as possible. Oh, and... HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRETCHEN Oh, and it took me a while to make that. So you better do something cool for me. It's in about 5 months, too, so you better remember.