Three Truths

Truth #1: I feel sorry for blind people. They can't play bubble bazinga! At the same time, they probably get more of their schoolwork done than I do. Pah. School.

Truth #2: I hate it when really obese people come into my place of employment and order too much food. I just want to say, hey, why don't you try the small peanut butter malt instead of the large peanut butter malt since you're already getting yourself a slab of pie, too. But I say nothing. I remain silent. I gladly grant their requests. Your wish is my command. Just call me Lumiere.

Truth #3: "A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are built for." -Unknown

-Sara

Epic pronunciation revelation

I just learned yesterday that the first C in the word Celtic can be pronounced like an S or a K! What an epiphany. The years of agonizing that have gone into this!!

The Drinking Fountains

I think that if there are two drinking fountains next to each other, there should be just one line behind them, instead of two lines. If one line is moving faster than the other, then the people in the other line get cranky. If there were to be just one line behind both of the fountains, then the next person in line would go to the next available fountain. That way, the people who had been waiting the longest would get the drinks first.

And the water is free, except the fountains are in schools paid by our tax money.

Oh, healthcare. If only.

Points for future reference in yo liiiifeee

Point for future reference #1: Don't let pancake batter sit and harden on the bottom shelf of a fridge so that I have to scrub/scrape it up. It is gross. But I got paid to do it so I guess I can't complain.

Point for future reference #2: I can outsmart websites. Because I'm smart.

Point for future reference #3: If a school is going to have a HOMECOMING, they need to not plan on the same weekend as an EPIC SWEDISH FESTIVAL so that we can have a PARADE! Okay.

Point for future reference #4: I don't like zits under my nose, so they need to stop existing.

-Sara

Breadstick seasoning from P-Hut is the best, and I still love Law and Order.

Ahh, gotta love journalism work nights. Breadsticks (which I end up paying the majority of anyways) never tasted to good. One thing I don't understand, though, is how people can epically fail at grammar as much as they do. I know I am not perfect, but really. Do. You. Speak-ah. English? Same with dancing/walking to the beat. I don't understand how you can't hear that a certain beat is 2 and not 1. Butt eye gess not evreewon kan b smart lyk me in da brane.

In the words of John Mayer, say what you need to say. (I think it was Cari and I who were discussing how there is a possibility he could be a jerk. Not saying he is a jerk, just saying he could be a jerk, just because he is that awesome that he might have a jerkish ego. But what do I know about him.)

And... that is it.

Oooh look at this nice photo as well. It will inspire you. I love C, K, S, & K 4evaz.

© Rachel Loder :)

Spirit Week

I thoroughly enjoy Mr. Huxtable-inspired sweaters. On my government teacher.

Piano Man: Part II

So you know what WOULD happen the week after I post about about how much I dislike the Piano Man.. that would be the sole source of entertainment at our honors reception. Like really. This guy rewrote the lyrics and, however clever they may have been, I was definitely hating it. I was actually laughing. But trust me, it was hate.

I hope they read this because I left my blog site on the comment card. :D