"And then we drop papa-in-law, and the little woman, off a cliff....ker-SPLAT!!"
After class when I walked to my car, I noticed that I was sandwiched between a car with the license plate "ARAGRN5" and another with the license plate "JEDI 93". Apparantly, we nerds can SMELL OUR OWN.
Harry Potter leads to self-mutilation, by the way.
It's true. I noticed that my little brother had a big cut on his forehead the other day, and it was in the exact spot Harry has his scar. So I jokingly said, "Goodnight, Mr. Potter." in my best horrific British accent, and his eyes lit up, and gave me a HUGE smile. He claims it was "Just an accident!" Mmhmm. Sure. This is going to be an episode of Oprah one day, just you wait and see.
I have come down with a disease that I just named. It is called
"Disnavitus." I can't stop singing Disney songs, it'll never end. I'm scaring off the people I love. I scared the shit out of my little brother Dario today by randomly going, "When I was a young wart-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!" Plus, I can't stop doing CreepyTransvestite!Genie, and can't get "I Wanna Be Like You" from the Jungle Book out of my head. The sad thing is, I know all the words. Oh well.
The final straw will be when I start singing "Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins--my most hated Disney song to date. I have a problem. I need help.
I'm NINETEEN in eleven days!! Nineteen is horribley uneventful. Isn't there anything special about nineteen? I'm going to think of one.
*Jade*
Harry Potter leads to self-mutilation, by the way.
It's true. I noticed that my little brother had a big cut on his forehead the other day, and it was in the exact spot Harry has his scar. So I jokingly said, "Goodnight, Mr. Potter." in my best horrific British accent, and his eyes lit up, and gave me a HUGE smile. He claims it was "Just an accident!" Mmhmm. Sure. This is going to be an episode of Oprah one day, just you wait and see.
I have come down with a disease that I just named. It is called
"Disnavitus." I can't stop singing Disney songs, it'll never end. I'm scaring off the people I love. I scared the shit out of my little brother Dario today by randomly going, "When I was a young wart-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!!!" Plus, I can't stop doing CreepyTransvestite!Genie, and can't get "I Wanna Be Like You" from the Jungle Book out of my head. The sad thing is, I know all the words. Oh well.
The final straw will be when I start singing "Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins--my most hated Disney song to date. I have a problem. I need help.
I'm NINETEEN in eleven days!! Nineteen is horribley uneventful. Isn't there anything special about nineteen? I'm going to think of one.
*Jade*