Dane Cook makes a good point.

Birfday Birfday!

Today is my birthday, if you ask my first birth certificate (the no name one) or the federal government.

Tomorrow is my birthday, if you ask my parents or my schools or bank.

Birthdays are so nice, I had to do it twice.

EXTERMINATE

Karaoke karaoke karaoke
so fun

woo posse

"I touch myself" FTW and every other song we all sang together. except we were probably annoying. ah well

In other news...

registered for classes boo yahhh

AND Sunday or maybe Saturday is my b-day, depending on whether you're the government or tradition.

But I have stuff to do on both days

ohhh snap

You take high road, and I'll take the low road.

I love you, David Tennant.

Lefty Loo

Lefties FTW!

Can I just say as a southpaw there are a few things that bug me:

• Right-handed people coming up to me when I write or do something with my left hand and asking, "Ohh, are you left-handed?"

Do I come up to you and ask if you're right-handed? Nope. Do I come up to other people using their left hands to ask if they're left-handed? Nope. That's just weird.

• Scissors

Scissors are a bunch of bullshit. It's hard to cut when you're left-handed. And when I was younger, the only left-handed scissors were shitty, all-metal pieces of crap that wouldn't cut anything. I had to watch while all those right-handed kids had their snub-nosed, plastic-handled, super sweet scissors that actually cut things and try to jab at my paper in the hopes that I could stab it in the right shape.

• Smudges while writing

It's nearly impossible to write left-handed without smudging the ink, pencil, etc. on the paper and one's hand. It gets frustrating, and quite messy.

• Chalkboards/dry erase boards

I love to write on these things, but damned if it isn't one of the hardest things to do. Sure, smudges were already listed, but chalkboards and dry erase boards are even worse. The words don't just smudge, usually they get totally erased!

And most of all...

• Handshakes

Shaking hands is terrible. We're trained to go in with the right hand for the right hand, but my instinct always shouts "use the left, go for the left. left left left!" And when that happens, who has to change what she's doing? Me. You righties all look impressed when you see me writing with my left hand or using chopsticks with my left hand, but when it comes to hand shakes, you do not want to see a left hand doing anything. Well, that's a bunch of malarky!

Being a lefty is the bomb diggity. It means I can write backwards super easily just like Da Vinci and amaze all your right-handed brains :P

Socks

notebook and pencil!

converse socks

Therese Raquin, anyone?

Pandas!

Pirates!

These socks are effing fantastic!

Sweet Caroline

You know what's weird?

Once time I met a boy who was friends with a boy my friend was kinda dating.

And we sorta became friends for a sorta short while before we sorta stopped talking.

In fact, there are very few memories that stick out tied to this fellow in particular:

*Dancing with him and singing "Sweet Caroline" at the bar we karaoked at

*He told Rachul "this song is for you" when Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" came on

* We watched Repo with Rachul and Devin

and that's that.

But then he died. And I don't actually know how he died, just that he did.

And when I found that out, I cried a lot. Even though I'm not exactly sure why, because I didn't exactly know him.

And last Thursday at the Stray Cat someone sang "Sweet Caroline" and it made me happy and sad, because that was a good time.

How weird is it to have good times with strangers for such short whiles?

Some insects are just rude as hell.

Dear Cockroaches,

Hi. Please stop being fifty feet tall and stomping around the dumpster when I go to take my trash out.

It makes me look crazy when I leave with garbage and come back with garbage.

Also, if I keep all my trash in my house, you'll try to move in here, too.

Don't you realize that nobody likes you? Not even your mom.

Sheesh. Do us all a favor and fuck off. Far away.

Sincerely,

Amanda

Guess what

I went to karaoke with people from work.

What up?
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Two cidres tsil does me in.

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