Mythbuster

The usefulness of stickytack is a myth. It does not work now, nor has it ever worked, nor will it ever work. I have wasted too much of my life trying to pound it into the wall and subsequently having posters fall on my head a few minutes later. I think that institutions like Covenant College are paid off by stickytack companies for telling their students that they are only allowed to stickytack things to the wall. It's ridiculous.

Over and Over and Over and Over....

Today I was running and I realized that I had listened to a song called "Over and Over" about five times in a row. Now I can't stop wondering whether the fact that the song was called "Over and Over" subliminally influenced me to listen to it a bazillion times, or if I sincerely wanted to listen to it that many times, but the thought that it might have influenced me without my knowledge or assent is really getting on my nerves. I truly think that I was repeating it because I like it and I really wanted to listen to it a lot, but the possibility that I was controlled is nagging me.

A word from the Swedish Maid

Heather--"Oh you look just like a Swedish maid. You know, like the (singing) 'Ricola' commercials."

Ideas?

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be home alone all day tomorrow while my family takes my brother to school. This is such a luxury that I'm not quite sure what to do with it, especially since I may not be alone again till Christmas. Any ideas?

Actually, what I really want to do is clean the house all day, isn't that sad? But I think the plan is definitely to crank the radio and be domestic in blissfull solitude.

But if anyone wants to come see me (for whatever deranged reason you would want to do that) that would be cool too. Oh wait a minute, everyone else has a life except me, that's right, I keep forgetting...

Does it say something bad about me that I have an almost irresistible compulsion to end every post, email, and phone conversation with "whatever?"

Fending Monday

Micah, here is a new band name for you. This is short for "Fending off Monday" which is what we collectively did every Sunday night at my house. I have always laughed at myself on Sunday nights, because wherever I am I don't want to leave, and whatever I'm doing, I don't want to stop, lest I should let down my guard and Monday should arrive against my will. I have never suceeded in making Sunday last forever, but I'm gonna keep trying.

I had a great time fending Mondays with y'all this summer...I'll miss you all.

Just to be fair

Now, to give a balanced representation, I have to report what I accidentally said today.

Hope--"Please just shoot me now. Preferrably with an American Eagle."
Annie--"It's that bad, is it?"
Hope--"I meant a desert eagle. SEE!! It IS that bad!"

Quote

Annie, circa midnight Saturday night--"You know, that comment that I deployed so well?"
Hope, sleepily--"...what?"
Annie--"The one that I deployed."
Hope, sleepily--"How did you deploy it...?"
Annie--"Is that the right word? I mean deflected, OOPS!"
Hope, sleepily--"Well I was wondering...whatever..."