Of course, the downside to not doing anything is that my unproductivity has led to zero entries and really, let's be honest, I haven't even really been thinking of things to write about in here--in its stead (yeah, kickin it super old school with that little phrase, like Jane Eyre old school. . .) I've just been experiencing shat and storing things in my little brainy brain rather than spewing bunches of crap out into written form, which is what I usually do if everyone gets tired of listening to me talk (it happens a lot you guys).
But it's currently twilight (aka that time between day and night) and I just ate chicken wings and I'm going to go night swimming. Hence this period where I'm just kinda kickin it, waiting for my food baby to be aborted via digestion and enzymatic action (ooh, stepped a little over the boundary of appropriateness there? Sorry to all my right wing conservative homies. . .) AKA waiting to feel hottish in a bikini (to all the ladies out there, you dig what I'm saying here)
Thus,
1. Making Lists
For longtime readers of my bloggy blog, you people obviously know that I like making lists. For non-longtime readers of my bloggy blog, wipe that shit outta your eyes, obviously I like making lists if all this shat is in list format! Hee hee I know it sounds like I'm yelling, but imagine that I'm also giggling while I yell because I am.
I recently made a list of 70ish things I wanted to accomplish this summer, and some could potentially get me in trouble with the law (no fear people, manslaughter is not on the list--non-violent crimes against the status quo is all it is) so I decided against posting it on here. But oftentimes I just have too much in my brain and then I have to write things down. And if I start writing in paragraphs, shit gets loopy (as you probably should know cause you're reading my writing right now) and then I just confuse myself. Lists are concise and perfect for my scatter-brained-ness.
2. Zebra Gum!
So it's basically inevitable that I obviously have a zebra tat on the back of my hand now (: Ah, childhood memories! (I'm praying that y'all know exactly what I'm talking about when I say zebra gum cause if you don't. . .well I just feel like you probably were made fun of in grade school.)
3. Summer Excursions In Cars With The Windows Down
The aforementioned jaunt to Jungle Jims involved this, too. And pictures on the Mac from the backseat of the car. It's like the epitome of summer, there's no need to even explain why I love it.
Sadly enough, it was dreaded Silly Bandz that made me realize that certain colors make you look really good. I caved and put on this coral colored ostrich and I couldn't stop staring at how Victoria's Secret-y bronzed my wrist looked with it on. Color optical illusions rock my socks! Other colors that look good include white, teal and more or less all bright colors. I still do not support Silly Bandz though.
5. Not Replacing "R"s and "L"s With "W"s In Words Because You Sound Like A Baby And That Is Not Appealing
For example: sorry vs. sowwy, very vs. vewy, love vs. wuv. Not cute! More like vom-inducing. But that's just me.
Yeah sorry this post was kinda. . .dismal. And bleak. But hey, let's be honest, it's probably because by putting a picture of Silly Bandz on here, I dragged down the entire quality of this post. Fuck Silly Bandz! But that's just me, if you like Silly Bandz I completely understand, you just wanna sexify your tan as much as possible.
But really I just think it's some kind of weird psychological retrogression back to kindergarten where we learned basic outlines of animals and shapes, and you're just clinging to your childhood like a ninny, and pooping an any sort of self-decency you have by hyperventilating over a green silicone dinosaur shaped piece of shit. Which I may or may not be currently wearing on my wrist :)
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