why can't you just give me a snack pack?!!?!
mmmk...sooo. yeah. let's see. OOH, watched mitchell yesterday, good times with the MST3K crew. laugh, laugh, laugh, that's me. still kinda sick, but i'm living, kinda. went to wal-mart today and almost shot myself in the face because if i have to see one more person in a tweety bird shirt circa 1987....that's it. almost bought some awesome kitchen equipment, but didn't. know who i don't like? richard simmons. why, you ask? well...he's gettin' kinda old to be wearing those little shorts (not like there's an appropriate age to actually wear them), he sweats, and he has really weird bob ross/art garfunkel hair. and he's too goddamned happy. who the hell smiles that much, anyways? maybe kelly ripa. anywho, yeah, he's a pooper scooper, to say the least. i've had that "banging on a trashcan" song from "doug" stuck in my head for a while. needless to say, i'm about to use a melon baller (haha, baller) on my eyes. other than that, not much else is really going on..all in all, pretty monotonous stuff here. found out that my friend jordan plays some wicked piano...damn, that kid is good. and no formal training, it's insane. he can't even read music. makes me feel like my billion years of training was kinda worthless, but that's ok..i'm still freaking out about the canada thing. silly, i know, but this is me we're talking about, and, well...you know. sending burke directions to come see me...whooooooooo! i just heard my mom call a tsunami a "toot soomi"...see? this is my life..and i'm done talking about it. the end.