Thursday, March 24, 2011

Judgment Day Approaches.

About ten minutes ago I was so desperate for M&Ms I considered running out to the shops to buy some...despite the rain, and the cold and my hair getting messy if I risked facing the aforementioned issues.....I needed them. M&Ms are life, in fact I could probably live on M&Ms if I was given an opportunity. I just love them. However I also love my ass not giving Russia's size a run for it's money, so I usually refrain from eating them. Anyways I have a lollipop now so I'm happy....for now.

So I'm a judger. I don't think that's such a bad thing-it saves time getting to know annoying people and I freely admit that I do it so it's ok. Whilst some people will say "don't judge a book by its cover" it's just not realistic. 1. People are not books and 2. No one wants to be friends with the guy who's not wearing any pants on the bus...or do you? No? Well then you've judged. He might be the love of your life, or just a really nice guy but because of his unfortunate lack of pants you have decided he's either a) a freak b) a sexual deviant or c) both. I use my mad judging skillz for good and not evil though, I think it's better for all involved if we just cut the awkward conversation and note that "They have a mullet-not my kind of person" or "she's a lot more attractive than I am-not my type of person." Naah just kidding....or am I?!?

Not sure why I told you that, it wasn't leading on to anything.

Moving on.

Seems the SAC I've been frantically preparing for all week is actually on Monday and not tomorrow...guess I'll get a good nights sleep for once! I had a dream a few nights ago that Justin Bieber was an evil demon (as if there is any other kind) and he was chasing me around some camping ground trying to suck out my soul. Now considering I'm a Ranga and don't even have a soul-it didn't really make sense. (http://www.jlowman.com/Gingerkids.htm) Not to mention the only time I've ever really heard his music is on the radio-which is speedily switched off or when I was in Germany and Laura (my German) played his stuff. Let me just say that for a little kid with a bowl cut he was surprisingly scary-guess it was the whole "I want to kill you" thing.

Anyways I should do some homework.

Hope all is well.

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