Update

Sooo.......

Had a birhday.
And a party.

Got an A in Public Speaking.
Shocker, I know.
You are all aware of what problems I have with speech.
I tell ya, this class has been a life saver.
*cough*

I got a car.
I'll have to take a picture of her and post it.

Dad scared the pooey out of us last night.
He had a panic attack at 3 am.
He's been sick and he's got asthma.
He isn't the most physically stable person in the first place. When you get up at 3 am in the dark after taking Codeine and feel like you're going to fall, a person like him panics.
*sigh*
I woke up to a veeerryy loud noise.
That isn't normally a good sign.
I remember waking up when we had that earthquake a few years ago and the sheer NOISE was amazing. I thought Well, it's the end of the world.
So anywhoo, lots of banging and then Dad freaking out.
I got up and opened my door, saying Jesus a couple of times (in plea, not in frustration :)).
We calmed him down.
Some people don't adapt to change very well.
*sigh*

The album is looking soooo nifty.
I wanna keep it.
It's lovely.
If this doesn't inspire gratitude, than absolutely nothing will.

I'm working allll day today.
SVS this morning and then 12-7 at Hally's.
Ick.
I was bored to tears last Saturday.
I arranged, I straightened, I cleaned.
It did pick up a little, but Saturdays just feel different than weekdays. They feel slow and lazy. Weekdays have a little more zip to them.

I've been asked to change the blog theme because the person said that the bird (among other things) was freaking them out.
I'm not sure if I should respond to my public so willingly, but hey, they're the only public I have.

I am so sick of hearing bout Wicked.
I wish it would go away and never come back.
Ever.
And if those moron Tony Shmony voters give the Best Musical award to that canned ham of a show rather than Piazza, their status as Real Live Morons will be cemented in my book. As Czolgosz says, they are the vilest scum in the world!!! ;)
So yeah, canned ham is nice once in a while. But ya can't live on it. And even if you could, who would want to?????

Bah.
I gotta go.
*sigh*

Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt!!

Well...

Just stumbled across these in one of my Yahoo photo albums.
Brings back memories.

At the big 25th Anniversary Bash


I think this was at a Dennys...after BAPC one year...that's Sean's hand on the back of the seat...


After being up ALL night at a Lock-In, thus the Zombie look


More anniversary


:)

Proof

This is why Florian's 1966 Chevy with 42,000 miles on it is completely believable.
This is why the Chevy septic tank is believable.
This is why Pontoon Boat is believable.
Those things are believable because this link is true.
And because this link sounds like something Garrison made up.
I told you he is brilliant.

Biggest Hockey Stick

Does everyone have a water buffalo?

Been busy.
Very busy.
Lots of work.
Debate.
All that.
Yeah.

Sooooooo.....
Work is going fine.
The debate was great. We kicked tooshie. Larry Exum would be proud.

I'm listening to VeggieTales.

A few days ago, I was thinking about I Love My Lips and got very worried because I couldn't remember half the words.
That's very bad.
Very bad indeed.

I thought of some more things to add to my Thrill list and then I forget them.
However, I thought of one again.
Garrison.

Garrison gives me the Thrill.
He's brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you!
I'm reading one of his books right now. The Chicken story - oh boy. I laughed, I cried, my body hurt from laughing.
He makes me terribly depressed and I think the world is peopled by heathens who kick puppies and take ice cream cones from children.
Then he makes me snort with laughter and think that life is one grand picnic a few pages later.
And maybe both of those are true.