"Talk about a song and dance... we used to be the people's choice."
I am sick.
Everything in our bathroom is WET - and it is not my fault. I think the exchange student living next door is BATHING in a series of LARGE METAL MIXING BOWLS, which for some reason necessitates getting EVERYTHING wet.
To make up for this, I am now going to tell you a story.
Hi there!
I said, HI!
I wrote a story for you... I know it's in here somewhere. It was for you, and you, and you, and you, and...
... and NOT you.
Today was such a busy day!
First I went for a walk.
I like to think deep thoughts while I walk. For instance, if you see a sparrow fly by, that's nice. But if you see a flamingo fly by, you're drunk.
Hahahaha. Sometimes I crack myself up.
After that I went to visit some of my friends.
I played dinosaurs with Alan.
Then I hung out with Shirley. She doesn't know that I know she's a robot. Shh!
For some reason I had to go be on a panel with Thomas. His hair is just SO STUPID. And what's up with that bandanna?
And every time he talks I just want to punch him. I wish I really WAS a killer robot...
It wasn't a total waste, though...
I found a quarter on the ground!
Then I went to sign autographs. Unfortunately for me, one of my "fans" was actually at the convention center for the leather chaps expo (being held in the next pavilion). He brought me a present. For legal reasons, I can't tell you what it was, but I'll give you a hint - it wasn't a cookie jar.
Again, not a total waste...
I found another quarter on the ground.
Due to my unnerving encounter with the leather chaps fellow, I briefly reconsidered my entire career. For a moment I thought I'd like to become a bar wench and join a Renaissance Faire...
... but the hours were too long and the music they played in that bar sucked.
Then I briefly worked at Toys 'R' Us, but they fired me because I took one of the dolls out of the package. She looks like me, am I right?
Forget Toys 'R' Us.
I was feeling a bit dejected about being fired...
... so I practiced my monster faces in the mirror.
But nothing helped.
Then I got a phone call from Adam. It seems he was feeling down and out too, and he had decided to take a bartending course to enliven his life. I didn't think my day could get any worse, so I agreed to accompany him.
First they made us answer lots of questions about our "intentions."
Adam was very good at the question and answer portion.
Me? Not so much.
But then someone gave me a glass of wine...
... so I drank it.
Emboldened by the liquid courage,
... I decided then and there to show off my newfound bartending skills in an alcohol taste test.
Then I discovered I had five fingers! And Sean was there!
And then the whole place was filled with bright and tiny lights!
Lots and lots of little tiny lights. They were SO pretty.
Then they told me I needed to leave. I had failed the bartending test.
It's okay.
I'd rather SING - I mean, DANCE!
It makes me SO HAPPY!
See?
What a long day!
I headed home, but not before I was mugged by a crazy fan who wanted to take my picture.
Then I went home, and made sure all of my teeth were clean...
... before putting my pj's on and falling deeply asleep.
For some reason I dreamed of Nathan Fillion.
But then again... don't we all?
Warning - this story has nothing to do with anything, nor is it true. It's just what occupies my mind when I'm gripped by a high fever.
And in oddly unrelated news, Summer Glau looks very short in pictures (to me, anyhow), but after extensive research, I have discovered that we are the same height. Yes, I'll admit it, I'm five-six-and-a-half. I used to say I was five-seven, but my mother caught me telling a doctor that, and informed me crisply that I was NOT five-seven. I believe this is because she is five-eight, and doesn't want me being her height. It bugs me that I am now the shortest one in my family - my sister grew like a weed these last few years - but now it bugs me a little less.
Also, in other unrelated news... "TSCC" becomes a lot more meaningful when you watch it with a fever.
Everything in our bathroom is WET - and it is not my fault. I think the exchange student living next door is BATHING in a series of LARGE METAL MIXING BOWLS, which for some reason necessitates getting EVERYTHING wet.
To make up for this, I am now going to tell you a story.
Hi there!
I said, HI!
I wrote a story for you... I know it's in here somewhere. It was for you, and you, and you, and you, and...
... and NOT you.
Today was such a busy day!
First I went for a walk.
I like to think deep thoughts while I walk. For instance, if you see a sparrow fly by, that's nice. But if you see a flamingo fly by, you're drunk.
Hahahaha. Sometimes I crack myself up.
After that I went to visit some of my friends.
I played dinosaurs with Alan.
Then I hung out with Shirley. She doesn't know that I know she's a robot. Shh!
For some reason I had to go be on a panel with Thomas. His hair is just SO STUPID. And what's up with that bandanna?
And every time he talks I just want to punch him. I wish I really WAS a killer robot...
It wasn't a total waste, though...
I found a quarter on the ground!
Then I went to sign autographs. Unfortunately for me, one of my "fans" was actually at the convention center for the leather chaps expo (being held in the next pavilion). He brought me a present. For legal reasons, I can't tell you what it was, but I'll give you a hint - it wasn't a cookie jar.
Again, not a total waste...
I found another quarter on the ground.
Due to my unnerving encounter with the leather chaps fellow, I briefly reconsidered my entire career. For a moment I thought I'd like to become a bar wench and join a Renaissance Faire...
... but the hours were too long and the music they played in that bar sucked.
Then I briefly worked at Toys 'R' Us, but they fired me because I took one of the dolls out of the package. She looks like me, am I right?
Forget Toys 'R' Us.
I was feeling a bit dejected about being fired...
... so I practiced my monster faces in the mirror.
But nothing helped.
Then I got a phone call from Adam. It seems he was feeling down and out too, and he had decided to take a bartending course to enliven his life. I didn't think my day could get any worse, so I agreed to accompany him.
First they made us answer lots of questions about our "intentions."
Adam was very good at the question and answer portion.
Me? Not so much.
But then someone gave me a glass of wine...
... so I drank it.
Emboldened by the liquid courage,
... I decided then and there to show off my newfound bartending skills in an alcohol taste test.
Then I discovered I had five fingers! And Sean was there!
And then the whole place was filled with bright and tiny lights!
Lots and lots of little tiny lights. They were SO pretty.
Then they told me I needed to leave. I had failed the bartending test.
It's okay.
I'd rather SING - I mean, DANCE!
It makes me SO HAPPY!
See?
What a long day!
I headed home, but not before I was mugged by a crazy fan who wanted to take my picture.
Then I went home, and made sure all of my teeth were clean...
... before putting my pj's on and falling deeply asleep.
For some reason I dreamed of Nathan Fillion.
But then again... don't we all?
Warning - this story has nothing to do with anything, nor is it true. It's just what occupies my mind when I'm gripped by a high fever.
And in oddly unrelated news, Summer Glau looks very short in pictures (to me, anyhow), but after extensive research, I have discovered that we are the same height. Yes, I'll admit it, I'm five-six-and-a-half. I used to say I was five-seven, but my mother caught me telling a doctor that, and informed me crisply that I was NOT five-seven. I believe this is because she is five-eight, and doesn't want me being her height. It bugs me that I am now the shortest one in my family - my sister grew like a weed these last few years - but now it bugs me a little less.
Also, in other unrelated news... "TSCC" becomes a lot more meaningful when you watch it with a fever.