Let's Christen This Baby
I don't really have anything to rant about right now, but my obsessive compulsion demands that I not leave this blank! There is nothing wrong with Celtic music. It kicks ass. I want to play Metal Gear Solid just to hear the music. Maybe I should just get the soundtrack. But I can't afford it. Anybody know where I can get game soundtracks cheap? I want Chrono Cross, too. All good Celtic music, there.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm so bleh. I should be ecstatic right now. I got out of stagecraft two hours early! And I have a peanut butter and jelly sammich, and cherry Kool-Aid. Why aren't I happy? I guess cause I'm procrastinating. I have to read a play and write a paper for Denise's class, and I dun wanna. But I have to. I'll do it later. I don't feel like doing much of anything, hence the listless current mood. Listless. That's a good word for how I feel right now. Cause it's not that I don't care, I just...don't wanna. This sammich also isn't that great. But Hibbs made it, not me. Actually, Hibbs takes care of their kids. Take this peanut butter and jelly sammich for example. ...Actually, don't. They didn't do it this time. Well, hell. Oh well, I'm going to make my point anyway! -Most- of the time, they put a layer of peanut butter on both pieces of bread, then put the jelly in the -middle- so it doesn't make the bread all soggy. Isn't that nice? But today, a slacker made the sammiches, I guess, cause the jelly's not protected! The bread's not too soggy, but still! Why am I babbling about this? Oh right! To prove that Hibbs -sometimes- takes care of their kids. I don't knock Hibbs. It's like a big private school cafeteria. My high school was not private, and the cafeteria was tiny and nowhere near as well-stocked as the Hibbsness. It ain't home cookin' but I don't get that anyway! I like Hibbs. Sometimes what they have isn't exactly appetizing, but they have choices, so there's something for everybody, no matter what. And the ice cream lady rocks. I don't know what her name is, but she's the best! She calls everybody "baby" and hooks people up. "You want whipped cream? Here you go, baby." PSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHTTTT! Huge mountain of whipped cream! It's great!
Looks like I'm starting to pick up steam! Time to call it quits before I crash the server with the massive amounts of babbling spammishness. Until I have something to rant about! ...Which might be in a few minutes. Hasta!
P.S. I'm editing this entry two years later to say that I found out the ice cream lady's name. She was so nice, we chatted a lot. Her name was Collette, but everybody called her Coco. Awesome lady.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm so bleh. I should be ecstatic right now. I got out of stagecraft two hours early! And I have a peanut butter and jelly sammich, and cherry Kool-Aid. Why aren't I happy? I guess cause I'm procrastinating. I have to read a play and write a paper for Denise's class, and I dun wanna. But I have to. I'll do it later. I don't feel like doing much of anything, hence the listless current mood. Listless. That's a good word for how I feel right now. Cause it's not that I don't care, I just...don't wanna. This sammich also isn't that great. But Hibbs made it, not me. Actually, Hibbs takes care of their kids. Take this peanut butter and jelly sammich for example. ...Actually, don't. They didn't do it this time. Well, hell. Oh well, I'm going to make my point anyway! -Most- of the time, they put a layer of peanut butter on both pieces of bread, then put the jelly in the -middle- so it doesn't make the bread all soggy. Isn't that nice? But today, a slacker made the sammiches, I guess, cause the jelly's not protected! The bread's not too soggy, but still! Why am I babbling about this? Oh right! To prove that Hibbs -sometimes- takes care of their kids. I don't knock Hibbs. It's like a big private school cafeteria. My high school was not private, and the cafeteria was tiny and nowhere near as well-stocked as the Hibbsness. It ain't home cookin' but I don't get that anyway! I like Hibbs. Sometimes what they have isn't exactly appetizing, but they have choices, so there's something for everybody, no matter what. And the ice cream lady rocks. I don't know what her name is, but she's the best! She calls everybody "baby" and hooks people up. "You want whipped cream? Here you go, baby." PSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHTTTT! Huge mountain of whipped cream! It's great!
Looks like I'm starting to pick up steam! Time to call it quits before I crash the server with the massive amounts of babbling spammishness. Until I have something to rant about! ...Which might be in a few minutes. Hasta!
P.S. I'm editing this entry two years later to say that I found out the ice cream lady's name. She was so nice, we chatted a lot. Her name was Collette, but everybody called her Coco. Awesome lady.