I have become increasingly concerned about the quality/amount of food I shall be consuming at college. My human tells me horror stories about such things as "Hubbell Dining Hall," "the freshman 15," and "Spike's." Seeing as I weigh myself in ounces, adding 15 pounds to my delicate from would probably be akin to a flea swelling to the size of the planet Mars. Hyperbole though that may be, I truthfully have no desire whatsoever to become a Giant Squid. Apparently, when one lives on one's own and is left to one's own devices, one can be easily tempted into purchasing far more unhealthy edibles than is necessary. The human complains about this quite frequently. She does, however, mention the fact that one is required to do much more walking when at college, so I am hopeful that if I simply add an extra half-hour or so of bed bouncing to my regular schedule, my healthy constitution shall prevail. Not having to escape from cats at all hours of the day and night will surely put me at a disadvantage, but perhaps there is yet a greater horror lurking in the halls of Herriott for me to flee, thus improving my sprints and endurance.
I was quite pleased to hear that my penpal letter was well-recieved in California. I am also glad that the included pictures of me leaping to and fro on the bed provided some amusement for both Squidly and his human--I had a difficult time taking the pictures, as I was portraying myself mid-bounce and had no one to snap the shots for me. It is quite an enriching experience, having a penpal, and I do encourage everyone to locate one for themselves. I was lucky in having obtained a ready-made friend, as we are both plush squids, but a penpal can really be any sort of creature you like, as long as it is capable of writing back to you. I do not suggest, for instance, attempting to befriend a log or a piece of concrete, as these might prove unsuccessful.
Although I do not delude myself into believing that this blog has a very large audience, those of you who do read it may be asking yourselves "Does he ever have a point? Is there some larger conclusion he will eventually reach, or is this just the ramblings of a fleece squid?" I have the decisive answer to your questions. Naturally, I come to my own conclusions about things, but you are more than welcome to see whatever you wish to in these posts. As for me having a "point," I feel this should have already become clear: I am a squid. What other "point" could one possibly desire? Really, I was beginning to think you humans had some sense.
I feel that a pre-dinner nap is called for. I take my leave...
Cheers,
Squidmore
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