Make-Your-Own-Sushiesque-Post, Mad Libs style

Instructions: write down words, as specified below, and use them to fill in the blanks in the paragraphs that follow. Let me know if I did anything exciting.

1. sport
2. adjective
3. name of musician/group
4. name of school
5. liquid
6. name of your blog
7. nationality
8. verb
9. number
10. nationality
11. noun, singular
12. number
13. number between 1 and 12
14. adverb
15. noun
16. name of building
17. food

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian [1]________ league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly [2]________ but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a [3]________ t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at [4]________ and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of [5]________ and read [6]________. Christine got lunch at the [7]________-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to [8]________ all [9___ volumes of the [10]________ Journal of [11]________ Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with [12]___ separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By [13]___ p.m., she was [14]________ covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every [15]________ she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of [16]________. She ate the last of the [17]________ left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

Comments

[caseyjames]

I don't have a blog, so I can not fill this out.

[sushiesque]

make some shit up.

[ryan]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian synchronized swimming league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly coruscating but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Blink 182 t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at the Frankfurt School and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of absinthe read Ryan's Lair. Christine got lunch at the Eritrean-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to chill all 79 volumes of the Swiss Journal of Javelin Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 42 separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 8 p.m., she was fastidiously covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every elevator she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of The Aquarium. She ate the last of the decadent chocolates left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

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For the record, I think a librarian synchronized swimming league would be really, really rad.

[sushiesque]

Packing has made me realize that I own too many elevators.

[joshua]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian polo league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly humid but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Mel Torme t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Texas Institute of Technology and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of firewater and read Not All Who Wander Are Lost. Christine got lunch at the Liliputian-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to squirt all elenteen volumes of the Vaticanian Journal of Pickled Egg Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with two five six separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 1 p.m., she was begrudgingly covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every poison ivy she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of the gymnateria. She ate the last of the fried bologna omelet left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

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(By the way, what I like about Texas Institute of Technology is how the sweatshirt acronym reads, I totally want a Mel Torme shirt, and I think the image of all those librarians on horses swinging tiny mallets, hair de-bunned and in disarray, beats synchronized swimming any day. Oh, and two five six is my daughter's word for a whole lot.)

[spinster]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian curling league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly bodacious but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Crystal Gayle t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at The School of Hard Knocks and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of lube and read Spinsterhood is Powerful. Christine got lunch at the Chinese-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to sashay all 14 volumes of the French Journal of Push Up Bra Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 7 separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 3 p.m., she was lasciviously covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every girdle she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of Taj Mahal. She ate the last of the kebab left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

[fuz]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian water polo league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly swift but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a ben folds t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Wassamatta U and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of water and read http://haiku.fuzrocks.com. Christine got lunch at the Armenian-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to squat all 99 volumes of the Uzbekistani Journal of Doll Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 13 separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 7 p.m., she was incompetently covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every paragraph she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of The Lampoon Building. She ate the last of the sushi left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

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I swear I didn't read the comments before filling out my own... which makes "water polo" all the more striking. Apparently Ms. Sushi gives off strong "I like swimming and polo" vibes. Who knew?

Also, I always really wanted to go in the Lampoon Building, but never was able to.

[Nico]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian nipple curling league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly nipply but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Mighty Mighty Niptones t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Nipple U. and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of nipple juice and read All's Fair in Love and Nipples. Christine got lunch at the Nipplian-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to Nipple all two volumes of the Nipplese Journal of Nipple Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with two separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By nipple p.m., she was nippily covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every nipple she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of The Nipple Factory. She ate the last of the nipples left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

[sushiesque]

Packing has made me realize that I own too many nipples.

[oboreruhito]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian Australian-rules football league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly emergency but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Kid Rock t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Evil Science University and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of glass and read artificial attention span. Christine got lunch at the texian-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to toke all 7/10 volumes of the Half-Chinese, Half-Japanisie, Half-American Journal of Bird Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 6.5 batrillion separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 13 p.m., she was bioterrorism-ly covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every sugar she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of the fried chicken place across from the liquor store. She ate the last of the fried chicken left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

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I need to hold an end-of-semester party on the roof of a fried chicken place across from the liquor store.

[Sharif]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian lacrosse league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly lax but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Stillwater t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Clown College and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of mercury and read blueplaidshirt. Christine got lunch at the Balinese-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to blog all 834 volumes of the Taiwanese Journal of Nametag Studies . She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 56 separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 10 p.m., she was hurriedly covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every notpead she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of the Sydney Opera House. She ate the last of the falafel left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show

[1000oceans]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian soccer league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly runny (like eggs) but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a Reindeer Section t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Hahvahd and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of white glue and read 1000oceans@blogspot.com. Christine got lunch at the Vietnamese food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to castrate all eight volumes of the Swedish Journal of Poodle Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with five separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 11 p.m., she was rapidly covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every cup of coffee she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of City Hall. She ate the last of the banana chocolate chip scone left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.

[smich]

Christine dreamed that she was forced to join a librarian lacrosse league. She awoke to find that her hair was surprisingly warm but looked okay anyhow. She threw on some black corduroys and a (smog) t-shirt that she'd found discarded in a dorm laundry room at Institute of Auckland University of Technology and headed out.

At the library, Christine "relocated" a number of bound periodicals (which had formerly been shelved by title) into call number order. She took a break to get a bottle of Orangina and read Soapys Place. Christine got lunch at the Belgian-food truck on Avenue Louis Pasteur, and then went back to the basement to deliver all eight volumes of the Swedish Journal of Bamboo Studies. She found a shelf whose underside was adorned with 88 separate, differently-colored wads of chewing gum. By 4 p.m., she was exceedingly covered in dust and ready to go home.

Christine spent the evening putting every rock she owns into boxes. She decided to skip the end-of-semester party even though it'd been moved to the roof of AON. She ate the last of the sushi left in the freezer while watching the Daily Show.