It's blog time. Finally.
I've been pretty busy lately just chillin'. It's been nice. Caitlin and Lindsey got me on a recent addiction to the high-quality television program Dexter. Seriously, the ice truck killer is hawtt yet evil. (Is it just me who thinks of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy whenever I say evil?... EEEVIILLL!)
Anyways, to the fails. In chronological order. So sorry if I forgot what was actually funny about them.
#1: Mr. Hildebrand freaking out over the difference between a capital and lowercase K. There IS a difference, contrary to his belief.
#2: Crazy Chapman chick obsessed with manga. EHMAGAWD scholarz' bowl gets instense. Seriously. She KNEW that there was a difference between anime and manga. She knew. Don't mess with her.
#2b: Another scholars' bowl fail: foreign language questions. I will defend on my death bed that "Ein Tag wird es Zeit für uns" means "One day it will be time for us!" I STAND MY GROUND. No fat lady judge is going to get in my way.
#2c: Last scholars' bowl fail: going 0-5 at regionals. Pah. Silver Lake. Lakes aren't silver!
#3: The English language. Why do we capitalize the letter I? Are we that narcissistic? From this point on, i will refuse to type a capital i to represent the first person nominative pronoun unless it is at the beginning of a sentence.
#4: The whole experience of Selene and me going to see "Dear John." Bad, bad movie. Actually, good story line, bad interpretation thereof. There wasn't much time for character development, and Channing Tatum fails at his job. Success as sexy teenage poster boy, fail as actor. Anyway, there were three really annoying people in that theater. First girl: if a hairdo is a distraction to my movie-viewing when you are FOUR ROWS IN FRONT OF ME, it is definitely a hair-don't. Second girl: if you are tall and you KNOW YOU ARE TALL, do not sit in front of the shortest person in the row behind you. Third girl: I'll smack you once; i'll smack you twice; i'll smack you thrice. But don't yell "d-bag" at Channing Tatum in the middle of a very naked/sensual scene when it is dead quiet in the theater, despite his aforementioned horrible acting.
#5: Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul
#6: New club i created: Autism Lovers and Obsessers in the Heart
of America = ALOHA. Join it.
#6b. I think i am autistic.
#7: Me as child: