It's been an interesting week, that's for sure. I can't tell where it's headed yet, even though it's already Wednesday.
Hold on, I need to go make a waffle.
...I tried to make a quarter of a waffle, but the batter went everywhere so now I have to eat a whole one. Whoops. At least it's delicious.
So anyway, it's Wednesday, and it's rather chilly. I looked outside and the sun tricked me into thinking that it would be warmer than it actually is. All of the trees that I can see are naked. They must be freezing. Or hibernating. I would hate to be naked in February.
You know what I hate?
- Creepy football coaches.
- Country music radio.
- Rihanna. (MAKE ME FEEEEEEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORRLLLDD)
- Runny eggs.
- Writing in pencil.
- When others sneeze. They never fail to spray snot and spit particles into my breathing air.
- Bruno Mars. You'd take a grenade for love? You'd run away screaming, little singer boy. And quit writing crappy love songs. You make me sick.
- Lame Facebook status updates. If it's not interesting, don't bother updating me on it.
- Scary movies/videos/stories.
- Math.
You know what I love? Making lists. :)
Valentine's Day is coming up. I don't know what that's supposed to mean to me, other than awesome conversation hearts and couples making out everywhere. One of those things, I enjoy. I'll give you a hint: it's the candy.
But really, I don't hate it. It might be a stupid commercial holiday, and people shouldn't need a special day to show their love for each other, but I don't think the celebration of love can ever be a bad thing. As long as it's love and not lust, or chocolate, or flowers, or poetry. Yuck, poetry.
Now, since I'm feelin' so fly (like a G6)
and since you know exactly what song is playing in the dining hall at the moment
I think it's time for me to end this right here. Have a wonderful Wednesday!
"Sometimes I can't even be bothered to blink."
-David Thorne of 27b/6
