i'm being reprimanded left and right for not blogging. i'm SORRY. and that whole anonymous comment--completely lost on that one.

so here's a summary of things i've been thinking about, talking about, and doing lately in random order:

i'm bitter that my dad recently said that he would get a swimming pool when we have kids, but that he would never get one for us. to this day i still want one.

i wonder if my ears will be ENORMOUS when i'm old, because of that whole "they never stop growing" thing.

i wish that i was a neater person because it would make my room much more manageable to live in since it's about 8 by 6 feet--or so it seems anyway.

i like the stage of friendship when you realize that you actually ARE good friends and that someone's opinion and advice is important to you and yours is important to them.

my dad is buying me electric socks for the american football game that i'm going to on christmas eve (yes, there are such a thing as electric socks).

i went to bed at 9:30 on tuesday night.

i will use the ticklebug on my children and it will be my token move (ask for demonstration--ed has stolen from me, so consider this as my official copyright).

i think open mics are great fun. they're my kind of weekend environment. we put one on saturday night. i didn't sing this time, which i was disappointed about later.

i love when people send me really weird and random texts, such as, "i am preparing sheep lung for dinner," or "george bush or curious george?" or...."how could i hate ginger people? my dad has ginger eyebrows, are you saying i hate my dad? ARE YOU?"

i'm leaving for ohio on sunday. that's in the united states of america. which if you haven't heard of it, is this country with about 50 little regions called states. in the united states of america, people are very fat and eat steaks the size of an adult head.

that's all i've got for now bloggees. eat it up and then maybe polish it off with a nice juicy american t-bone.


this is mr. daniel and i at the open mic. don't judge me for my wonky fringe--i hate it when it separates like that. it looks like male-pattern baldness.