December 5, 2005

• so there once was a boy named patrick, who, for the life of him, was having difficulties cranking out a 24 page paper that is due tomorrow.  as for most of us, we'd be smart enough to start writing this 24 page paper a long time ago.  but. patrick is special, and he decides to start on it 2 days before it's due.  after not leaving his closet of a room for 40 straight hours, this is what becomes of him:

  
  

  Diagnosis 1: Nonsensical sentences and hidden obsessions come out

  
  

  Mondoyo (8:20:39 PM):
  Mondoyo (8:20:43 PM): hooot
  Mondoyo (8:20:48 PM): fingers
  Mondoyo (8:20:49 PM): cold
  Mondoyo (8:20:55 PM): type
  Mondoyo (8:20:57 PM): on
  Mondoyo (8:20:58 PM): computer
  Mondoyo (8:21:00 PM): going
  Mondoyo (8:21:02 PM): craaazy
  Mondoyo (8:21:11 PM): I like lollipops   <~~~~~???
  Mondoyo (8:21:20 PM): heheeee

  
  

  Diagnosis 2:  Holding conversations with yourself

  
  

  Mondoyo (8:25:58 PM): how many burritos could a deborah burrito if a deborah could burrito burritos
  Mondoyo (8:26:58 PM): perhaps 4
  Mondoyo (8:27:09 PM): if I do say so myself
  Mondoyo (8:27:36 PM): what do you think jenkins?
  Mondoyo (8:27:44 PM): I'd say 3 and a half my good chap
  Mondoyo (8:27:56 PM): I do concur

  
  

  Diagnosis 3:  Imaginary people start to appear.  In the following scenario, it was just a conversation strictly between me and him.

  
  

  debbiewebbie44 (9:09:38 PM): i'm so sick of school
  Mondoyo (9:09:46 PM): me 3
  Mondoyo (9:09:48 PM): err 2

  
  

  Analysis and Recommendations:  Patrick clearly has gone bonkers.  Kids, don't procrastinate...you don't want to turn out like Patrick now, would you?

  
  

   

  
  

  hahaaaa just for you ;P

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