ive got this paper due in early dec. for linguistics.
the topic, i kinda forget, but its something on the lines of..
oh wait. i remember.
its a "rich point".
but what this basically ends up meaning (rediculously enough)
is some sort of slang word or phrase.
something thats not in the dictionary, but people of a given culture (ours)
knows what it means.
now i was going to do "out in left field" and tie it to sports/culture, but i was shot down,
cuz no one really says that anymore. old fashioned or whatnot.
so i've been looking out for something lately.
and i read wanks blog:

so yeah, about this not sleeping thing. it is ass. i've gotten about 4 hours of sleep in the last 2 nights. i'm exausted. last night, i slept about an hour, maybe 2. but in this hour, i had this fucking crazy dream. i still remember most of it vividly. it was inspired by 24, i know it. it was a sweet dream though. a bunch of people, let me try to remember who they were..... i know me, mike, eric, radtke and jay from high school were in it. i know manuel was in it, but only because he has a motorcycle (we were riding motorcycles for a large portion of it). so yeah, we were tooling around downtown seattle. not the real version, but my cool fake dream version. it kind of had this rundown futuristic urban vibe too it. the viaduct wasn't there, so there was a big waterfront. things connected differently, and there was a big mall and a movie theater up in the beacon hill area. so anyways, we were all tooling around in this mob. 4 of us got seperated from the others, and mike picked a fight with these 3 huge scary guys with guns. so we fucking ran. we had to drag mike with us. but we ran. a bunch of us were in a pickup truck, but mike and jay hopped on motorcycles. manuel was like fuck this, and rode off in a different direction on his. one of the dudes followed him and some other car he was with in a truck. the rest of us booked out, followed by 2 of the guys in another truck or something. at one point i was like fuck this, and i jumped on a motorcycle out of the back of the truck to try and show mike and jay how to ride. but instead, they were gomers and just wanked around. so i just booked off by myself. someone on a motorcycle was chasing me, but i schooled him. we all met up at this mall, and tried to hide in this movie theater. but one of the guys saw, and came flying at mike from above us on the aisle. but mike just grabbed him, smashed him up against the wall and then threw him on the ground. so he was just fucked up, like he got owned. mike was a badass in the entire dream, until he got killed later, but thats a different story. me and eric were like fuck this, we are going to get shot because they are picking fights. then radtke pretended to jump mike and got tossed. it was hilarious, because it is something that would happen. anyways, me and eric hopped on our bikes, and ran out. mike went in front of us, and ended up killing the other guy and leaving him on a freeway. we rolled up to the dead body, and decided to throw him off the bridge at some guy. so we toss this body, and almost hit this dude on the railroad tracks. he gets really pissed so we book out. we get down to the waterfront, and the dude runs up to me and tells me this whole story about this bomb, and the dude we threw at him, and how we wouldn't be able to deactivate the bomb because of me. so i am like what the fuck, but he is serious, so me and this girl i had just met ran for cover. she looked a lot like nina from 24. so, i get down, and there is this huge shaking, things falling, etc. i'm just like, ok, what the hell was that, and i look up, and there is this mushroom cloud coming from the renton area. so i'm like oh shit, because i see this wave of destruction coming towards me, so i get down, and the girl gets down, and then there was this intense period where i was getting blasted by bricks and shit from the explosion. i get up, i get her up, i'm like we have to get out of here. i'm not sure why we had to leave, but we did. anyways, this dude wanders up, and its her dad, so we jack this boat to leave. apparently they are like, spys or something. somehow, we end up on the top of a sky scraper, in our boat, and like, the boat falls off because the dad is driving and is a knob and doesn't realize we are on a skyscraper. no problem for them, they are spys, they are used to falling off skyscrapers and shit. but not me, i'm afraid of heights, so i'm just like FUCK!!! i grab on to something, and they kind of coast down the side of the building past me on these wierd plastic solid awning things that look like those dogtoys that you throw in the water and such, but i'm like hanging off the edge. they are like creeping from thing to thing, and i'm just hanging on, trying to get back on without falling to my death. then i wake up sweating and panting, and about ready to scream because of the crazyness.

somewhere in that i found schooled, in its slang use.
so i think i'm going to try to work with that.
so thanks wank.
hopefully i can get 6 pages of BS from that word.