I turned off the flashlight and ignored the old guy loading things into his truck across the street and traveled up into the alleyways in between the houses. I was between 1705 and 1707. The flashlight was off (so I couldn't flash it around to ease my fears of a black widow rushing me from unseen corner, although what a flashlight would do in this ( Read more... )

God passed me over when he was handing out the math skillz. I flunked my final exam in math. I got a 32 ( Read more... )

I went to my new jazz ballet class last night. I was rather scared, because my body is as flexible as a ruler.

Until I realized everybody else was just as bad and just as scared as I was. Whew, what a relief! It's hard doing jazz ballet after doing so much tap though. Jazz is much more fluid and when I do it's kind of... stiff, alright. >.< I miss ( Read more... )

Now that the holiday season is drawing to a close, what are you going to do with it? You know what I mean by it. The fruitcake! Don't let it fester! And-ack-don't throw it away! The homeless people don't want to have to dig through the trash at the garbage dump and come across your fruitcake quietly developing its own eco system! How could you ( Read more... )

Like, seriously, I'm not going to debate the dress vs. pants issue here. But what about all those freakin' decorations they put on it. How are they supposed to fight in all of those without tripping or fumbling with them ( Read more... )

SALES GUY: Happy holidays! Can I help you!

ME: Omigosh, you're so cute!

Being a female has never been better. Maybe this prairie girl skirt isn't as bad as I thought. *checks*

SALES GUY: I DON'T HAVE ANY PANTS ON!

ME: Here's your MONEY. Shut-up and go away!

ME: *grudgingly giving him my check card* Aren't you a bit old for this?

SALES GUY:

Please, please, please. I am never going on a family Christmas trip ever. This one begins to rival The Great Family Disaster Trip ( Read more... )

You know what the scariest thing in the world is? To be going to the bathroom, innocently pick up a newspaper besides the toilet and began to read about some guy in some trial and then feel a prickly-brushie feeling on your arm ( Read more... )