I have been exhausted. So much so that even blogging seems like an Herculean task. Sad, I know.
Hmmm, let's see. Anything important I haven't divulged? Nah.
Here's all I have at the moment:
- Television has convinced Violet that she needs sugary cereals in order to be happy. The ones she keeps screaming for are "Penny Charms" and "Fruity Devils'. I guess she was too distracted by the screaming cartoon characters that pimp cereal to kids to get the names right.
- My hair is orange at the moment. My roots were growing out and I didn't want to dye it black again so, I used a haircolor remover kit. My plan was to put the red hair dye on right afterward, but... I didn't count on that stuff turning my hair into straw. I think I'll give it a few days. This means I'll probably get my university identification photo taken in a week- with orange hair! Yay.
- Speaking of television: I just heard a (horrible) commercial playing a Black-Eyed Peas song. Why does every song Fergie sings have to be completely idiotic? I know, it comes with the territory, but really. Is it a prerequisite that the lyrics are created by a random word generator stocked with childrens' first words, or what? Did she just actually say "Boom boom pow, them chickens are jackin' my style"? What the hell. But then again, she does spell the word 'tasty' "T-a-s-t-e-y," doesn't she. Yep. Damn those chickens, jackin' her style. I'm going to go listen to some classic Norwegian black metal to scrub the sound from my mind.
Just imagine. This cultural popkern kernel has been lodged in the molar of society all this time, and I only discovered it yesterday. I've been missing out! (The guy doesn't appear in the video until somewhere around 30 seconds in. Enjoy.)
I wish I had this guy's energy. (Or the number for his speed dealer.)