So, the Future Problem Solving State competition is tomorrow. I've never been this nervous about it. I think it's because I've been to internationals once and now I know I want to do it again. And because those stupid whippersnappers from Sacred Heart are finally old enough to give us something to worry about. (sigh ( Read more... )

Sarah just called, which was weird. It was as if no time had passed since she and Pants were last together. He was already asleep, so I said "well...is it urgent?" "Yyyyeah..." "Like, really urgent?" "Yyyyeah..." "Enh...really, really urgent?" "Yeah! Come on." So I woke him up. He freaked out. I thought he was going to pull out a machete ( Read more... )

WHO JUST WON A COOL SIXTY BUCKS?

Go on, guess.

Guess!

It's ME, you silly!

Of course, I spent it all on CDs and milkshakes, but that's not the point. The point is I won.

Today was work. It was okay; we were really busy for some reason, which was stressful but prosperous. I waited on my violin teacher's friend/accompanist/pupil's mother, and ( Read more... )

Um. Yes. So. It's late, I'm sleepy but surprisingly ungrumpy, and I smell like an apple. Like a god. Damn. Apple. That stupid Shrek bubble bath isn't even green, either. I bought it on the sole impression that it was going to produce green bubbles, but alas, I was deceived. I bought it from fucking Wal-Mart, too. If I'm going to totally ( Read more... )

"Gone to Premier for nipples and stomach tubes." -note on the bathroom mirror this morning ( Read more... )

The trouble with this one is that you keep wanting to take it over and over and over again with different variations of your name to see if you can get your favorite vocalist, guitarist, etc. all in one. 's bloody addictive.

Don't you hate it when you have a totally awesome idea, and then someone else goes and does it first?

Don't worry, it only looks like I've resorted to posting trivial blog fads in the absence of an enforced posting schedule.

It's ten o'clock and Pants isn't home yet. I am so totally eating the rest of the flan. Bowls are for the weak. Hell, even spoons may be overkill ( Read more... )

1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
2. I will then tell what song(s) remind me of you.
3. Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
4. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. Now put this in your journal.