DANCE DANCE We're falling apart to half-time!
Dance, Tofu, Dance!
On another, much more intellectual note:
I'm gonna apologize before you go on for whatever P.IC.-ness you might encounter in this entry.
Why, just yesterday (when I did go to school) my Latin teacher (Mr. H) decided he wanted to talk about how he distinguishes races.
Mr.H: Okay guys. Here is the basic layout: Americans, Mexicans, Asians, and Terrorist.
Class: *busting their guts laughing*
Indian kid: Wait, then what are the Canadians?
Mr.H: American.
Hawaiins:
Mr.H: Mexican.
French:
Mr.H: Mexican. Because their in that Europe area where Spain is.
Irish:
Mr.H: American.
Mexicans that can't speak Mexican:
Mr.H: Terrorist.
Antarctica:
Mr.H: Terrorist. Y'know, those penguins... *shakes head*
Mr.H: And guys, you can't put my theory into ancient time. But it works now. Yes. It does.
(And my Latin is a total kook. So don't be offended by him. He's hardly serious anyway.)
My kingdom for some PhoenixApolloPhoenix! (More of the Apollo --> Phoenix, and Phoenix knows about it, but is like, "Haha, that kid is so weird.")
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."