This is clearly way more important than getting into college

so, physics and spanish tests, you're just gonna have to wait.

so, blogspot, my last post was a bit of a debbie downer, not gonna lie (snl reference, not just random alliteration. just saying.) so today will be more of an upbeat ungermeyer (lizzie mcguire reference duhh)

so, in case anyone did not hear about this in 2005, because i didn't, apparently somewhere in Africa (i think? i don't recall correctly) the governmetn approved a troupe of midgets to fight against a lion. It ended with 28 dead midgets and 20-odd more maimed midgets (this alliteration is not a refernce to anything, btw). oh, here's the link http://www.fmft.net/archives/BBC_NEWS.htm
its pretty insane

anyway, i just got an awesome present for my mom from charming charlie's, even though they didn't grovel at my feet and beg me to work there when I came in!! hmph. anyway, she got this martini glass there a while ago thats really cute and hand painted with watches and jewels and it says "its 5 o'clock somewhere" so, i wanted to get her the matching wineglass, but they didn't have it, and a happy birthday painted wineglass is pretty lame unless your birthday is everyday. so, i found this really pretty one painted with grapevines and wine bottles and i think she'll like it a lot :))
but i have this dilemma. i found a crack in it today. its like, ------------- yay long, and its just a hairline, enough to notice, but not enough to leak anything. and they only had one more at the store and I don't feel like going back. so, here's the plan: I give it to her, ignore the crack, and if she says anything, I'll be terribly surprised and get the receipt to go exchange it, even though the only ones left are ugly. but she won't know I knew, and its the thought that counts. well, what she thinks were my thoughts will count. haaaaaaaaaah.

oh. i just thought of another dilemma. its a cyliner. i can't wrap a cylinder.
but thats what gift bags are for. crisis averted.

9727321058
that is stephanie's house number.
because i stopped mid-blog to answer her call and I needed her house number to call mother yarborough. and i don't have pen and paper, just plexiglass and keyboard. remember the days when you always called peoples houses and their mom would answer, and you'd say "Hi, this is _____, is ______ there?" thats such an awkward thing to do now! everybody calls everybody's cellphones. oh, i miss the good old days. thats why i got a new wallet. a fake snakeskin one, thats pale pink, and makes a snap noise when you shut it, like back in the day when all the purses had clasps. now if that ain't classy, i don't know what is.

so, a great voicemail message earlier, because i love voicemails, in which i discovered the joys of the double-negative just kidding. Example: Thats a fucking ugly dress. Just kidding!.....just kidding. (implying that it really is fugly).

so, kelly is en route to my house, ETA one minute. so, i'll talk to you later invisible bloggers. (invisibile man reference. ok, not really, that one's a stretch)

ps- new favorite quote, which i've decided will eventually be my fb status when the time is ripe same shit, different day, bigger pile, smaller shovel
haaaaaah, clever.

kfineisherebye!
dave