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!
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hehe It's a good thing that I did a happy post today then eh? :]
I have no idea why kids are such little shits these days, but it is certainly a growing trend, they think they're smarter than everyone and they can put pirates to shame with their mouthing off. I'm so fond of them, isn't it obvious?
As for finals, I totally feel your relief completely! I think I was starting to actually absorb the smell of the library.
As for me, I am SO happy it's actually repulsing my family, which is weird, I think they preferred me sad, I was less annoying.
I want to strangle most of the little kids I meet...
I have seen the "Viva Viagra" commercial so many times lately...
And in response to your comment on my post:
awkward phrasing on the first part -- "I've never met a mime in person; I'm excited" made me think I was going to meet you or something and I got confused; and the second... I will take anyone down in Wii Tennis; I went pro a while back when I had mono and felt like I should at least play some fake sports :P
I laughed three times. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to down my orange juice before I did. You're funny man.
I love servers. My mom just criticized one today while we were eating at P.F. Chang's just because he didn't refill our glasses the way she wanted him to...Of course she did this in our native language so he wouldn't get it. Ahhhh, I love mothers.
P.S. It's almost as if you knew I was going to read this post...*shifty eyes*
Where have you gone?
I've been wondering for a while now. I miss reading your entries.
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