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I'm currently procrastinating homework. Yeah yeah, I can hear the gasps from here.
You know, pink is so not my favorite color, but you listen to Jason Mraz's "Geek in the Pink" and Aerosmith's "Pink" enough, and you almost start wishing it was. Or, I almost start wishing it was. You know.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I dare anyone to look that up and see if I spelled it right. And I have no idea why I typed it in the first place.
Hmmm, stuff you probably don't know about me...
When I was a kid, I used to put black olives on all my fingers. Yeah, that was pretty much awesome. And now my fingers are too big for that. The olives break. See? This is why I should never have grown up.
When I was in like fifth grade and my cousin Heather was in like fourth, we got a hold of my uncle's CD collection. We busted out the Beastie Boys and ran around for the rest of the weekend (maybe longer) singing "Brass Monkey". We had no idea what it was about. No one stopped us. I mean, we thought it was about a brass monkey. A funky one. Obviously.
Now that I'm on that wavelength - Heather and I used to say, "What's up Homie G Funk Dawg?" to each other. No idea why.
I miss my cousin. UCLA is so far away.
And on a final note - I lost 2 Fiona Apple CDs days ago, and I can't find them for anything. Aaaaaaaaaaaack. Appear, CDs, APPEAR! (Sure that'll help.)
You know, pink is so not my favorite color, but you listen to Jason Mraz's "Geek in the Pink" and Aerosmith's "Pink" enough, and you almost start wishing it was. Or, I almost start wishing it was. You know.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I dare anyone to look that up and see if I spelled it right. And I have no idea why I typed it in the first place.
Hmmm, stuff you probably don't know about me...
When I was a kid, I used to put black olives on all my fingers. Yeah, that was pretty much awesome. And now my fingers are too big for that. The olives break. See? This is why I should never have grown up.
When I was in like fifth grade and my cousin Heather was in like fourth, we got a hold of my uncle's CD collection. We busted out the Beastie Boys and ran around for the rest of the weekend (maybe longer) singing "Brass Monkey". We had no idea what it was about. No one stopped us. I mean, we thought it was about a brass monkey. A funky one. Obviously.
Now that I'm on that wavelength - Heather and I used to say, "What's up Homie G Funk Dawg?" to each other. No idea why.
I miss my cousin. UCLA is so far away.
And on a final note - I lost 2 Fiona Apple CDs days ago, and I can't find them for anything. Aaaaaaaaaaaack. Appear, CDs, APPEAR! (Sure that'll help.)