I have had the happy days theme song stuck in my head ALL day. Like, why?! I don't watch happy days. I don't secretly have the seasons on DVD and slip them in when no ones home. Do they even have the show on DVD? I don't secretly have a huge crush on 'the fonz' and hum the theme song to myself to fantasize about him. Why do i even know that name? I don't think i've EVER seen the show; not even for a second on TV Land, passing by on my way to TLC or ABC family. Get the fuck outta my head Happy Days.
Yesterday was an eventful day for so many reasons. For one, i fell in love with my 4th graders, and i don't typically like 4th graders, them specifically. It may have been because i felt high. I think it was either a mixture of no sleep+lots of caffeine, or the mary J i smoked before class(not really, i don't smoke). During the one-on-one time with my study child, we decided time that was dedicated to literacy activities would be better spent playing the game 'see who laughs first' while in an intense stare down, discussing our views of Miley Cyrus vs Hannah Montana, doing a failed attempt at a cartwheel in the hallway, and me accidentally calling cursive writing 'kinky'. Overall, I'd say we accomplished much more than intended.
I also ate some very questionable cottage cheese. I mean, what do expiration dates REALLY mean these days? I don't think cottage cheese even gets bad, but if it does, that cottage cheese was definitely bad. I was frightened for my life after i ate an ample amount and THEN saw the expiration date. I was like a walking suspense novel. Turns out, cottage cheese that is 3 weeks past its expiration date is still a healthy, tasty treat.
The hands down best part of my day was seeing Santa Claus by Wells Hall. I shit you not this man was Kris Kringle. White Hair, White Beard, Sack full of toys. He tried to play it cool with an ALL green sick jogging outfit. YOU CAN'T FOOL ME KRIS! clearly i slipped him my wish list for this Christmas and yelled 'wheres your reindeer fucker'.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Blog yo face off
So i sit here trying to find anything and everything to do that does not include reflection symmetry and proving why a rhombus is a parallelogram. I find it necessary to stray from studying for my math exam until the last possible minute because honestly, i despise rhombi and am not particularly fond of parallelograms either. I also don't quite understand why i get razzed so hard in class for calling more than one rhombus 'rhombi'. It seems perfectly fine to me. If they don't want to speak my sophisticated math jargon, that is their own prob. Sure, say rhombuses, you sound like a d-bag.
I don't blog. Really i am doing this to kill time, time that should not be killed, time that i should rather embrace the life of with rhombi. A dear friend of mine, whose name shall go unmentioned for my own sake, started blogging and i find it oddly entertaining to read. It is now bookmarked, which is how you know it is important, right above dictionary.com and below Perez. At least i have my priorities straight.
Okay, I've learned to accept that awkward things just happen to me and most times i embrace them, but seriously?! I am sprawled out on this couch, basically making myself at home and i see someone walking towards me, smiling. He says 'Hiiiiiiii' in this crazy high pitched voice. I'm thinking okay that was weird, i don't think i know you. I am not generally a rude person, especially to high pitched voiced strangers, so i throw out a 'Heyyyyy' in an equally creepy high pitched voice. He is startled and shocked by my response and says 'oh' while he is uncomfortably pointing behind me to the person that he was obviously saying hi to. Like, YOU HAVE TWO LAZY EYES then sir! you were clearly looking at me, and don't pretend you weren't. He should be embarrassed for himself, yet sadly, i know he was just embarrassed for me. I mean, the situation could had gone differently if i had not chose to use the high pitched creepy voice, but you know, sometimes you can't help how your voice comes out when strangers fake approach you.
For future reference, if i had to be a polygon i think i would want to be an octagon, because it rhymes with 'octomom'. Okay, well it doesn't rhyme, but same fucking diff. She's a cunt, and I'm going to steal her children.
study time!
I don't blog. Really i am doing this to kill time, time that should not be killed, time that i should rather embrace the life of with rhombi. A dear friend of mine, whose name shall go unmentioned for my own sake, started blogging and i find it oddly entertaining to read. It is now bookmarked, which is how you know it is important, right above dictionary.com and below Perez. At least i have my priorities straight.
Okay, I've learned to accept that awkward things just happen to me and most times i embrace them, but seriously?! I am sprawled out on this couch, basically making myself at home and i see someone walking towards me, smiling. He says 'Hiiiiiiii' in this crazy high pitched voice. I'm thinking okay that was weird, i don't think i know you. I am not generally a rude person, especially to high pitched voiced strangers, so i throw out a 'Heyyyyy' in an equally creepy high pitched voice. He is startled and shocked by my response and says 'oh' while he is uncomfortably pointing behind me to the person that he was obviously saying hi to. Like, YOU HAVE TWO LAZY EYES then sir! you were clearly looking at me, and don't pretend you weren't. He should be embarrassed for himself, yet sadly, i know he was just embarrassed for me. I mean, the situation could had gone differently if i had not chose to use the high pitched creepy voice, but you know, sometimes you can't help how your voice comes out when strangers fake approach you.
For future reference, if i had to be a polygon i think i would want to be an octagon, because it rhymes with 'octomom'. Okay, well it doesn't rhyme, but same fucking diff. She's a cunt, and I'm going to steal her children.
study time!
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