We’re all Cameron, aspiring to be Ferris
Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I’m dying.
[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]
Ferris: (over the phone) You’re not dying, you just can’t think of anything good to do.
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April 7th, 2007 at 7:57 am
The fact that the thermometer has yet to break 50 degrees in April yet also leads one to a lack of inspiration for a Buellerian day of hooky and hijinx in general.
April 7th, 2007 at 8:18 am
Are you suggesting that we try to drive to Chicago again?
April 8th, 2007 at 6:41 pm
Funny you should mention Chicago, since I’ll be there this upcoming Thursday. Flying in though. Long term forecast still looks like poop though. But I did hear the “24 Hours at the Golden Apple” episode of TAL the other night and it brought back fond memories of the Mewborn bachelor party.
April 8th, 2007 at 8:12 pm
Swell. Are you going to see any of the Chicago posse?
April 9th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
Bah. 19 degrees and I was out playing ultimate (well, box) on Saturday.
None should aspire to be Ferris, we all should hope to be Cameron. Cameron changes, and is human and is what we can and should aspire to. Ferris is a force of nature. And from what I hear is real sick, and, like, needs a kidney or something.
April 13th, 2007 at 11:32 am
I actually aspire to be a force of nature. Being human sucks.
April 16th, 2007 at 10:51 am
And after all this, Mewborn says ‘hello’.