I don't have much to say. Because of SUPER FUN STRESS. I AM TOTALLY NOT FREAKING OUT. NOT AT ALL.
I WANT THIS. For reals. This is the most awesome bookmark ever. In the history of the world.
To keep my mind from ... you know, not freaking out, I've been creeping on tumblr. Like ALL DAY ERRYDAY.
Hahahaha ... that phrase makes me laugh. Not normal laugh though. More like the laugh that screams "I'm-so-tired-and-stressed-that-I-may-have-just-forgotten-my-own-name"
I LOVE THAT LAUGH. Not. :)
Also, I found this wonderful awesome hilarious singer. Her name is Lykke Li. I know, you can tell by just her name that she is epic. Or hipster. Or foreign. Whichever one, it's all good. Because she is all three.
I could post every single video I've watched of hers, because they are all that good. But I'll just let you find her epic-ness on your own.
I will leave you with the very first one I saw that made me nerdgasim in delight.
Wait, I just heard that her music was used on Glee. (cue small shrieks of fangirl excitement -- about Lykke Li, not about Glee. Though I do suppose I like Glee the majority of the time.) So now you HAVE to find more of her stuff. It's basically mandatory.
Wait, let me explain. I am not trying to become a drug dealer, or even break into the drug scene. (By the way, whenever I hear the words "drug scene," I always think of some dramatic play with actual drugs playing characters. Yes, I know I have issues.)
But this particular term confused the heck out of me. Which either says that I'm really naive and need to stop hiding in my basement all the time. Which I totally don't do. Anymore. Or that it's not actually a drug. Which would make me really dumb and this post unneeded.
(Actually I don't. My basement creeps me out after a while. Which must mean that it's REALLY weird, because I'm an epic creeper.)
(And yes, I understand. Is this post ever needed? Cue metaphyscial soul searching. And creepy music. Because creepy music ALWAYS plays during a good ole fashioned soul search. Don't worry post, I love you.)
But anyways, I'm asking because I overheard a super awkward conversation about Ice Tea on the bus a few years ago. (hence the whole "public transportation chronicles" thing ... believe it or not, I actually have had several encounters on various public venues .... shocking, I know.)
Cue me, a naive midget-girl with a red fro. Innocently whistling (I'm assuming) and snapping along with the bird calls around her. (okay no, I wasn't. I can't snap. DON'T JUDGE ME.) So there I was, just sitting there, minding my own beeswax when a certain snippet catches my ear.
"DUDE. I JUST MIXED UP THE BEST ICE TEA YESTERDAY. IT WAS AWESOME."
It was then followed with an in-depth discussion on the merits of certain flavors of Ice Tea. They even had an argument over the best type (one said lemon, the other said raspberry .... which is the most confusing, because who would choose lemon over raspberry? FOR REALS.)
Not sketchy at all, right? Now enter into the picture the fact that they were high school senior-aged boys who were heavy into the "skater" scene. As far as I know, skaters don't go around talking about their favorite mixed drink. But I could be a horrible, judgemental person and be totally wrong.
So enter you, my blog readers. Though I know many (all) of you are either silently judging me, or laughing at my naivity (it's okay, you can do both, I would) ... what is ice tea?
***Note: I wrote this at 3:30 in the morning one night. Don't judge me. I'm sure it was funny at the time.***
OH EME HEY
I really want to rick roll all up in here, but that wouldn't be very nice. Granted, I would prolly pee my pants and roll on the ground laughing, but thats just me. Or I could be a really mean troll and send you to lemon party. But that would be even too much for me to bear. I've always wondered, why does an animal have the same name as "to hold up; to support" (according to dictionary.com). Who thought a bear was supportive? Was there a bear pow-wow circle one day where one bear was like, "dooode, I'm really feeling down. I need a hug." And someone saw these and was like, "WOAH. That's so supoortive! We should totes ma goats call that something." And, since they were almost most definatly stoned at the time (because who else would approach a depressed bear besides a druggie?), they were like, "DUDE. Let's call it BEAR!" And all was right with the other druggies.
And, I promise, I'm just overworked and not sleeping. Totally not wacked out on anything.
Hahahahaha. "wacked out" It's funny because I'm a dorky nerd.
That being said ..... watch this video. It's addictive and will kill any remaining brain cells that you have at 3:30 in the morning.
Also, it turns out this guy has a bazillion of these videos. But I totally didn't watch at least 20 of them and laugh at every. single. one.
So ... I was at a total loss at what to write today. Until I remembered some questions that have occured to me. I know, these questions are mighty deep and may cause you to reevaluate your life choices, but I think you can handle it.
Have you ever put in your headphones, turned on some music, and wondered why it sounded strange? And then realized that the headphones weren't plugged into the computer in the first place?
Have you ever stared at your fingers while typing? Like really stared? And then discovered that you couldn't type anymore?
Have you ever had the urge to skip in public? And then afterwards had people stare at you wondering "WHY"?
Have you ever colored yourself entirely in pink chalk and then run around your yard? Only to find the only person that lived on your street that was your age has witnessed this and is now backing away in fear?
Have you ever broken an arm playing jump rope? How about walking down a hallway?
Have you ever fallen off a moving swing while singing "Mr. Sandman" to yourself?
Have you sang in that car, only to realize that all your windows are down, you are at a red light, and people are staring at you?
Think and discuss my invisable readers. Your work will be collected on Monday.
Just kidding .... you can have until Tuesday to finish.
