Fire Retarded

I feel like I've neglected poor little Blogspot. Finals week is the other woman, so take it up with her.

Although I was terribly distracted by this game on Facebook called Word Challenge...Every word I see on billboards and signs I mentally scramble into other words...I even dream about it now. Unhealthy.

I am so glad it's over. Stress checked into my head and put up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign, but now I get to evict that bitch.

Leaving campus today, I saw a bunch of little kids about middle-school age visiting. They were jostling around, yelling things at people passing by, like "WHAT'S UP" and "BOOGERS!" One of them yelled "NERD" at me when I walked by with the garbage from my room. The little shit is lucky he didn't go headfirst into the trash compactor with my MoeJoe cups.

Were we all that petulant when we were children? I clearly remember not ever feeling the urge to yell at people I don't know, especially if they were twice my size. And I feel like I've noticed a pattern: the fatter the little boy is, the more obnoxious he will be, and the skinnier the little girl is, the bitchier she will be.

I should publish books on parenting...after someone teaches their children how to read.

My mom and I ate at this restaurant called O'Charley's, and our hostess looked like Catherine O'Hara and she O'huffed when she saw that there was only two of us. It was pretty crowded.

Our server was awesome. She brought us the wrong drinks, gave us extra straws meant for the next table, and looked for her pen for three minutes without realizing it was in her hair.

When I got home, I went to see my grandmother and told her that I was home for a whole month, you know, for Christmas. She looked at me and said "But it's Thanksgiving!"

Hm. I would call that one of God's curveballs if the television hadn't decided to bleat 'VIVA VIAGRAAA!'

I'm listening to this song called 'Hometown Glory' by ADELE. I don't know why her name is capitalized, but it just is. And she might have a pavement fetish. Yeah, it's about London, but I like it.

This post has been far too depressing for my taste. Life should be happy. YOU should be happy. If you spend your time always MOPING and CRYING and being sad, then your funeral will be a boring affair because your friends and family will have spent too much time already doing all these things with you, so they'll at most have trouble keeping their eyes open.

Till next time!