Tuesday, September 21, 2010

a girl who thinks she can sing... but really can't and everyone wishes she would stop

So back where I come from, fall is supposed to be the dry season. It's not supposed to rain. Sometimes there's frost. BUT NO RAIN DAMN IT! And all we have gotten for the past two weeks is rain. Every day. All night. Some days it pours, some days it spits everywhere like a slobbery kid with a speech impediment, but none the less, still rain.


Speaking of speech impediments, did you ever have one when you were a kid? My little brother could hardly pronounce anything, all his words sounded like "Ahhhuhhhleee." However, being that I am not even two whole years older than him, I could understand him quite fine and would have to translate for babysitters, visitors and even my parents. PAH-THET-IC. But not really because watching old videos, he really did sound like a mental child. 


Another random thought is the lyrics to a song:
 i thought i saw a sign somewhere between the lines 
but maybe it's me, maybe i only see what i want. 
Bonus points for those people who can identify that song without looking it up!

On another note. C#. I really want to know how to make the little sharp sign. And other little signs. 

And lastly, why is it that when people make speeches, they all tend to quote Martin Luther King? EVERYONE does it, it's just not original anymore. In fact, the valedictorian for my grade twelve graduation (who nominated herself, just to give you an idea of what kind of person she is) ended her speech with a quote from "our good friend MLK." It's lucky we were all on   a stage away from the audience, or else the whole auditorium would have heard us all groan. Or snort in my case. He was a great guy, but graduation is hardly as big of a deal as conquering racism. 

That's just a few of the things that ran through my head today. 


This is a cake.

1 comment:

  1. You are so random. Like wow. I expected randomness, but wow. Is that what they teach you at University in Saskatchewan? :P

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