I've learned some random shit today, but I really don't feel like sharing any of it.
There's a bunch of stuff I have to do. Somewhere. Within. I want to walk to school tommorow. In order to do this, I must do everything else first.
So my new year's resolution is to do 20 DDR songs a day. My legs are already getting the old DDRthritis thing happening for them. I haven't seen tim in awhile. He's cool.
My toe still hurts. OW. my toe. Aiiya widachaow.
sacre frickin' bleu.
I think seals are funny looking.
So...my comics that I mailed to stephen king's post office box got sent back to me with one of those quaint little post office stamps that says "nobody under this name owns this box". Unopened. 6 days of my time and 37cents wasted. So I angrily marched upstairs, angrily ripped the envelope open, angrily put it in another envelope, angrily re-addressed it immediately to his office and not the PO box and then I angrily marched over to the post office and shoved it in the 'next day service' mail box. That little fucker is going to maine and it's going to stay there if I have to force feed it to mistah king himself. TAKE THAT IN THE SLOT U.S. POSTAL SYSTEM! *thrust*
Yeah, that thoroughly pissed me off.
What didn't piss me off was my unexpected score into the 92nd percentile on my PSAT. Oops.
For some reason a lot of people's elbows hurt today. Did yours?
I got steak and distraction for dinner. I need to wash. Shower, preferably. I also need to do everything else.
Seamus is so cool. Especially his sister. A funny thing happened when I was walking with them the other day. His sister was walking next to me, and seamus was walking in front of her, and he was next to joe, and joe was in front of me. Joe and I were both wearing black trenchcoats (par usual) diedre was wearing a white sweater and sweatpants, and seamus was wearing a white bathrobe. I turned to diedre and said "I like how we're both shorter female versions of the people in front of us and wearing either white or black". "yeah" she replied. Then seamus and joe both turn their heads back to look at us. Joe shook his head as I usually do when I make these observations, seamus said "yeah, that's kind of creepy".
Not a really important moment in life, but it's been looping in my head.
I'm not going to oog you with mush about my relationship status anymore, as that topic gets stale. So at the end of the next few blogs I'm going to say "aww". It will be seemingly incongruent with whatever I just said, but it's better than making the majority of you puke with another paragraph of jason stearns luvy snoogily woogily sex bucket-yeah, you don't want any more of that unless the first two words of that was in fact your name. And even then, it's a little embarrassing. I mean, it's the internet. Anyone could be reading this. Paris Hilton could be scratching her head with a poopshovel right now wondering what "oog you with mush" means. So at the end of most blogs, I will say aww because it's love administered with a syringe rather than one of those tablets you have to let dissolve on your tongue. I will be the only one to have this relationship dissolve on my tongue. The rest of you will have to get shot with it occasionally whether you like it or not.
awww.
"man, if you have to ask you'll never know"- Louis Armstrong in response to the question "what is jazz?"