Extreme Ironing, the art of popping corn, and what I'm the proud owner of.
I use to think ironing was the most boring thing ever. But now, thanks to Extreme Ironing, I will never look at ironing as a dull activity again. Finally an extreme sport that my mother would totally go for.
Stupid people make me smile and laugh. :-D
I'm eating popcorn right now. I'm very picky about my popcorn. I really hate it when, after popping the corn, the inside of the kernels are all burnt. How gross. It tastes like poo. Burnt poo. Well, what I'd imagine burnt poo would taste like, as I haven't tasted burnt poo before. But I digress. For me, the trick is to take off a minute or a minute and a half of what they recommend you pop it till. Like, for instance, if it says to put it in the microwave for five minutes, I'm only going to pop it for four or three and a half. I do this because it is my form of rebellion. Rebellion against "the system." Yes, indeed. Rebellion against "the system" and "the man."
I totally just burped out loud REALLY loud. If I didn't write it in this entry, none of you would have had any idea. Honestly, if you'd heard it, you probably would've been like "Wow, that is so un-ladylike."
Wanna know something fudged up? It's August and I'm wearing flannel pajamas. I'm wearing flannel pajamas and I'll be sleeping with a comforter on.
I went to the corporate book-selling beast Barnes and Noble today, and I am now the proud owner of this:
It's my brand new Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook! I bet some of you are like "Why do you have a Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook?" Well, I think the more appropriate question is "Why don't you have a Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook?"
I'll be able to say things like:
A cui este cartea?
Whose book is this?
Care maşină este mai scumpă?
Which car is more expensive?
Am un prieten al cărui tată este actor.
I have a friend whose father is an actor.
Look how good I am already! I'm booking my flight to Bucharest as we speak.
I'll go now, because I don't want to flaunt my Romanian too much, and I've got season one of Reno 911! staring at me, so I must watch.
Noapte bună,
Meg
Stupid people make me smile and laugh. :-D
I'm eating popcorn right now. I'm very picky about my popcorn. I really hate it when, after popping the corn, the inside of the kernels are all burnt. How gross. It tastes like poo. Burnt poo. Well, what I'd imagine burnt poo would taste like, as I haven't tasted burnt poo before. But I digress. For me, the trick is to take off a minute or a minute and a half of what they recommend you pop it till. Like, for instance, if it says to put it in the microwave for five minutes, I'm only going to pop it for four or three and a half. I do this because it is my form of rebellion. Rebellion against "the system." Yes, indeed. Rebellion against "the system" and "the man."
I totally just burped out loud REALLY loud. If I didn't write it in this entry, none of you would have had any idea. Honestly, if you'd heard it, you probably would've been like "Wow, that is so un-ladylike."
Wanna know something fudged up? It's August and I'm wearing flannel pajamas. I'm wearing flannel pajamas and I'll be sleeping with a comforter on.
I went to the corporate book-selling beast Barnes and Noble today, and I am now the proud owner of this:
It's my brand new Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook! I bet some of you are like "Why do you have a Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook?" Well, I think the more appropriate question is "Why don't you have a Romanian/English Dictionary and Phrasebook?"
I'll be able to say things like:
A cui este cartea?
Whose book is this?
Care maşină este mai scumpă?
Which car is more expensive?
Am un prieten al cărui tată este actor.
I have a friend whose father is an actor.
Look how good I am already! I'm booking my flight to Bucharest as we speak.
I'll go now, because I don't want to flaunt my Romanian too much, and I've got season one of Reno 911! staring at me, so I must watch.
Noapte bună,
Meg