WILLIAM. JOSEPH. DONOVAN.
I knew there was another reason why William Joseph Donovan, AKA that awesome CIA guy Samira and I are researching for our Nat'l History Day was awesome. I KNEW it. And a few minutes ago, while I was cooking, I realized why.
Let me just copy/paste these quotes I had saved a while ago to see if anyone can make the connection like I did.
"My mom was from Oklahoma, hence the name Billie Joe . . . It`s not William Joseph, it`s "just" Billie Joe."
"B-I-L-L-I-E J-O-E. My real name is Billie Joe. And it`s southern, my moms from Oklahoma and that`s how I got the name."
This proves a point I made a couple of years ago. Everything can relate to Green Day. And My Chemical Romance. And DBSK. And Star Trek. And Lord of the Rings. And Towels. Okay, never mind. Maybe that's just my fangirl mind overstreching it a bit.
On the other hand, GREEN DAY'S NEW ALBUM IS COMING OUT SOON!!! God, I can't wait. I think I'll pretend to be sick on the day it comes out, assuming it's a school day, so I can walk to my sister's school, get her friend Yuliya to drive me to work with her (she works at Best Buy), buy the CD, then sprint back home before my parents realize I'm gone. I know there are some major flaws in that plan. Shuddup. I just thought of it while I was typing.
Cooking is fun. My mom's been making me cook since I was about six or seven, you know, just start with the small stuff like cutting carrotts and stuff, and then gradually moving up to making the spaghetti sauce and such. But now I realized my mom told me to go cook dinner for everyone because she was too lazy, and I did, and it turned out delicious, if I do say so myself. I dunno . . . that might be something I could add to my list of things I could possibly not mind doing for a living.
SAMIRA DOES NOT THINK I HAVE THE ABILITY TO WRITE A FANFICTION. THAT HURTS MY PRIDE. I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG, SPAZZBALL. MARK MY WORDS. I WILL WRITE ONE JUST TO SPITE YOU AND TO BE ABLE TO RUB IT IN YOUR FACE, AND IT WILL BE AWESOME.
Ahh, I seem to have exhausted my spazziness reserve for today. This does not happen often, mind you. Maybe it's 'cause I have a killer headache and my back's killing me. Which reminds me, I have to make another physical therapy appointment. Damn . . . the phone is so far away . . . never mind. I just realized the office is closed for today. Muahahaa . . .