Sometimes it just come up and bites you...on the ankles and waist, specifically
Arg. My browser just pooped out on me, killing half this post. Normall I copy and paste it into a blank document as I write, for just such an occasion, but damnit if I wasn't on a roll and couldn't be bothered with backing it up.
Oh well.
Take two.
Actually, take two is going to have to wait a few minutes, it's time to swap my laundry.
I'll be back, in the meantime, think happy thoughts, like Baby Turtles being lured to a Disco Death.
Alrighty, I'm back.
These last few days have been interesting, what with most of my brain power being devoted to evaluating what's been going on with myself and the violinist. I also didn't feel like posting stuff that was too personal, especially after browsing my site stats and searches that came my way. Plus, that stuff can get pretty boring. When I get some really good stories, I'll probably put them here, but otherwise it'd just end up becoming the kind of blog that I dispise.
So I tried thinking of other topics.
One that I will mention is speech class. The first round of speeches were given Friday. They were simply little, itty-bitty, speeches about yourself that lasted about 3-4 min. (The diet coke of speeches, just one calorie, not speech enough.) Mine went fine (thanks for asking), but it is a friend's speech that I'd like to focus on.
You see, she was a bit of an "ummer."
I never noticed her having trouble with the "um" word in her normal conversation, but darn if she didn't say "um" at least twice each sentence. It was really quite amusing. I started counting them, but stopped when I went over 25 inside of a minute. Besides, counting just made me want to laugh more, which I figured would not go over very well with either her or the professor. I also determined that I had better avoid eye contact. That was a mistake. That simply allowed me to focus on the "um's" even more easily. The truly funny thing, though, was that every single "um" was repeated in the exact same manner. Same volume, pitch, duration, etc. I couldn't have made it funnier if I spliced the same "um" into her speech, repeatedly. That was fun. I'm sure I had to have turned red, though, from trying so hard not to laugh.
But all that wasn't what you came here to read. (Although most of you have absolutely no idea how you came here. Afterall, you just wanted an aid to help you in your hiking adventures. Poor saps.)
No, the reason that you are still reading is to find out what the heck I meant by this "inspiration." Well, it has a very specific form.
Fleas.
Yup, I have now joined the elite crowd, which includes the Osbornes, of people that have had fleas. As it turns out, the violinist and her roommates have a flea problem (stupid pets) and as of yesterday bombed their house. I was warned of said fleas, but, being male I was willing to face any danger for a lady, whether that be war, dragons, or fleas.
Well last night as I was going to bed, I was scratching my ankle when it dawned on me. I've been bitten by fleas. A few bites on my ankles and a few on my waist I would soon discover. And let me tell you, those puppies can itch, bad. So that's why laundry day got moved up a few days. Of course, I did more than just what was dirty. (Which is uncalled for with college students, mostly I'm just lucky if I get all the dirty clothes washed. You know, there are only two open washers, you have a few clothes leftover, you smell 'em, think, "what the hell" and hang them back up in your room.) Uh, that being said, I did five loads of laundry, dirty clothes, any clothes that were near the dirty clothes, all bedding. Good times. I may even have to vacuum today. Say it ain't so!
See, wasn't that more entertaining than, "OMG, why can't I tell if she, like, likes me." Thought so.
Now it's that time, again. Time for your...
Thought for the Day
I seriously doubt that this is original, but it's been bugging me as I type.
Look at the word ain't. Normally contractions make sense. For instance:
it's = it is
don't = do not
it'd = it would (that's a real one, isn't it?)
But ain't? What the heck does that mean? If we follow the example then it means "ai not," which doesn't make too much sense. Now that I've gone and looked it up, I see that is short for "am not." That still doesn't explain how it became "ain't" though. I'll be that Alabama had something to do with it. No, not these guys or this terrible movie, although I doubt they helped.
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