Almost 4 a.m. I think we're all just going to have to accept that I only reach my genius-blogger potential in the wee hours of the morning. I'm ok with that. Doesn't really matter if you are, though.
The semester started on Monday but it doesn't really get underway until next Monday. I was beyond annoyed to find out my Ethics teacher requires a special browser to take tests online- a lock down browser that won't let you leave the page to google something. Damn teacher. It also saves your answer automatically and you are not allowed to change it. I figure the lock down part I can't argue with since I'm technically not supposed to be cheating anyway- but I left him a little note letting him know I thought it was pretty ridiculous that as a student, I'm not allowed to review my answers before turning the test in.
It's a good thing that school hasn't really gotten started yet since I'm a little preoccupied. My aunt gave my other aunt a kidney on Thursday. Currently, the receiver of that coveted kidney is in a drug-induced coma and temporarily paralyzed. Only because I know they're going to wake her up tomorrow, I think it would be the greatest prank ever to convince her that it is 2010 when she wakes up. The nurses don't agree.
I have little colored, squishy balls rolling around my house. They once belonged in a bigger, squishier ball that was supposed to be my stress reliever ball. Ball got a hole. I noticed this and used caution while still vigorously squeezing the ball to relieve stress until one day, I thought it would relieve even more stress if I just popped all those fucking balls out that fucking hole. It did. For awhile. Now I can't even explain the stress it causes me to have captured at least twenty of these Skittle-sized balls and still have them roaming around the house. Ironic, huh? Cue Alanis Morrisette.
I still haven't decided who is going to have access to this blog. Obviously everyone on the internet, but I don't know what kind of people in my life I want reading it. I don't want to write that I think my tits look really great right now for some reason (actually, the reason is that it's 4 a.m., I'm alone, bored, and I arranged them into my bra until I got them right where I wanted them) and then forget I said that, and send my little brother over to read my blog. Hmm. Decisions.
I would like to end on this note: Why is the spell checker telling me that 'blog' is not a word when I am on a blogging site? Bloggity blog blog blog. I really don't like disobeying my spell-checker but I just don't think 'log, bog, slog, flog, or clog' would work in this situation.
Goodnight. Blog. (clog.)
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