Alright, kiddies, I'm in the Writing Center for 5 hours this morning, and exactly 2 people have signed up for appointments. You know what that means right? Oh yeah. Mega-Long Entry!
1. I think this is funny, and it's all over the place. I've heard about it 3 times in the last day. Funny Ebay ad. Be sure to read the questions.
2. I was listening to the radio this morning, and they played Charlie Daniels' "Devil Went Down to Georgia," which I love unequivocally. But, this morning it reminded me of a humor piece I read this week. I missed the Devil's solo this morning, but that article made me wonder who I would think was better if the song, you know, didn't go ahead and tell me. Anyway, it's a pretty funny little piece, I thought.
3. On one of the radio shows I listen to in the mornings, they were doing lists of things they'd never do. You know, we all have to do stuff we don't want to do, but it's kind of nice, I guess, to know that there are some things you don't want to do AND you don't have to. SO, here is a short list of usually normal things I will never do.
a. Wear a seasonal sweater. I might wear ONE of the colors of said season, but only one, and there will be no tiny reindeer or such on any of my clothing.
b. Watch Star Trek. No, I'm sure that some of them are good. I just don't want to watch them.
c. Own a poodle or yappy lap dog. Yappy lap dogs do not include pugs.
d. Wear Wranglers.
e. Play on a softball/baseball team. Play softball/baseball. I hate them with the fire of a 1000 suns. Yeah. That much.
f. Drink tea. Stop asking me!
Also, it was a lot harder than I thought to come up with things I would never do. Apparently, I'm willing to try a lot of things.
4. I know the coffee orders of those close to me. By heart. I seriously associate you with your coffee order. It's almost as if I think that this is a signature drink, so much so that I call it the Angela or the Heather or what have you. Does anyone else do this?
--Heather: a decaf grande one pump mocha, non fat, no whip, no foam mocha valencia (which has an extra shot in it)
--Angela: a decaf grande non fat, no whip iced mocha
--Mom: a grande white chocolate mocha with caramel
--Dad/Drew: a grande white chocolate mocha with raspberry
--Charity/LB: carmel machiatto
-- Erynn: not a fan of the coffee; prefers chai
--Ryan Smith, who I'm not particularly close to but apparently have had coffee with a bunch of times in groups: vanilla latte
I don't know; it just seems a little weird to me, you know? But hey, at least if those people ask for me to bring them some coffee, I have their order down. And in case you were wondering what my order is, it's a grande (decaf if it's at night) non fat, no whip peppermint mocha. But I'm thinking about cutting down the number of peppermint and mocha pumps. Just so you know.
So yes. This is my long and probably pretty pointless entry. I hope you were able to follow my widely divergent brain from place to place.
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Star Trek?
I've seen that show. It makes me angry.
Someone has taken my legitimate life as a starship captain, and glorified it using a cathode ray tube machine.
I would get angry if i wasn't busy trying to mate with aliens
Secretly, they were MY leather pants, and that Devil went down to GA thing? Hilarious. Seriously. Every time I've heard that song, I've thought. . . sorry Johnny, nice effort, but. . . wait, what? The Devil conceded that? Are you KIDDING me?! He totally had that. Oh well.
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