Monday, November 24, 2003
i've got this thing that's been going around...called "please pretend that i'm out of town" okay?
do you ever feel like you wanna leave the earth for a while? like if there was a rocket to the moon boarding right now you'd get on and float around there for a few days? that's how i feel.
or if there was a planet full of bunnies and it was ruled by bunnies and everything was pink and little hello kittys and batzu marus and chococats and deerylous and pochaccos were just dancing around all the time singing all the time that you might just wanna take your pet bunny and live there? i didn't think so. but i do.
okay sorry back to reality.
my attempts to get snickers to chew on several items purchased especially for that purpose were unsuccessful just now. she did hop right over and chew on my guitar cord while i was playing it, though. thanks a lot, bunbun.
so it's like 9:15, i'm playing my guitar, not even loudly, and there's a knock on the door. it's my new neighbor. did he bring me brownies or a casserole or anything? no, he wanted to inform me that he has to get up in the morning and my guitar is keeping him awake. at 9:15?! yeah, right, sir. why couldn't he just be honest?
uh, honey, you suck could you shut up?
that would have been a more interesting post, i suppose.
but at any rate, i was watching an old episode of america's funniest home videos, and billy ray cyrus was the guest star. there is nothing more ridiculous than billy ray cyrus in hindsight, especially when he says "well, achy-breaky heart came into my life, and the rest is history."
well, bill, i guess you're right. your career is history. dork.
my favorite thing about him was the Xtreme mullet. unfortunately, he cut it. he seems to think he no longer has a mullet.
uhm, what do you guys think?
yeah, i agree,
uh, bill, not to be a bitch or anything, but i took a vote, and you still have a mullet. p.s. lose the facial hair. p.p.s. no one is buying you as a doctor. p.p.p.s. do you ever diagnose your patients with "achy breaky cardiac arrest"? just curious (okay, what am i, david spade or something?)
okay for some reason, this tidbit really amused me:
Billy Ray and his wife Leticia ("Tish") married December 28th, 1993. They live with their five children on a 500-acre farm in Singing Hills outside of Nashville, Tennessee. In his spare time, Billy Ray enjoys lifting weights, riding his four-wheeler and horseback riding.
i'm not sure why but i can't stop laughing at it.
pretend conversation from "cyrus (or is it ray cyrus) home"
child 1: "daddy, billy ray jr.'s on my 100 acres"
father: "billy ray jr, get off leticia jr.'s 100 acres, you have your own"
child 2: "but dad..."
father: "don't 'but dad' me, i'm gonna give you an achy breaky whuppin if you dont listen up"
hahaaaahahahaha
uh, bill, the "singing hills" just called, they want you to stop singing. and move. move to "mulletcuttin hills". hah
okay i'm insane. the only people who will probably understand the logic of that humor are mike and my sister.
i'm not even sure if I understand the logic of that humor. if there even is any.
today i could not stop giggling all day. my fellow grad students probably think i have a drug problem.
i giggled through statistics class. and every time i looked at someone else, i started giggling again. and they started giggling too. then i ran into the wall on my way out. then i laughed hysterically.
then i couldn't stop laughing throughout sensation and perception. and then we had a presentation afterwards by my friend meekyoung.
and the teacher came in and he had one of those big suitcases you roll around. oh wait first it's important that you know he's a monkey brain researcher. and then we asked him, are you going somewhere? no. did you just come from somewhere? no. then he leaves the room for a minute. it's silent. everyone's looking around at each other like what's the deal with the suitcase. silent longer. everyone else quits thinking about it. always clever and timely, i say, i think he has a monkey in there.
everyone else laughed. why aren't you guys laughing. it turns out he just had a slide projector. bummer. i wanted to see a monkey.
but the class decided that if he did have a monkey, i would get to have it sit on my lap. what an honor. okay i'm basically droning on and on so i can avoid studying for this stupid psychology gre test.
allright i'll shut up now.
xo
do you ever feel like you wanna leave the earth for a while? like if there was a rocket to the moon boarding right now you'd get on and float around there for a few days? that's how i feel.
or if there was a planet full of bunnies and it was ruled by bunnies and everything was pink and little hello kittys and batzu marus and chococats and deerylous and pochaccos were just dancing around all the time singing all the time that you might just wanna take your pet bunny and live there? i didn't think so. but i do.
okay sorry back to reality.
my attempts to get snickers to chew on several items purchased especially for that purpose were unsuccessful just now. she did hop right over and chew on my guitar cord while i was playing it, though. thanks a lot, bunbun.
so it's like 9:15, i'm playing my guitar, not even loudly, and there's a knock on the door. it's my new neighbor. did he bring me brownies or a casserole or anything? no, he wanted to inform me that he has to get up in the morning and my guitar is keeping him awake. at 9:15?! yeah, right, sir. why couldn't he just be honest?
uh, honey, you suck could you shut up?
that would have been a more interesting post, i suppose.
but at any rate, i was watching an old episode of america's funniest home videos, and billy ray cyrus was the guest star. there is nothing more ridiculous than billy ray cyrus in hindsight, especially when he says "well, achy-breaky heart came into my life, and the rest is history."
well, bill, i guess you're right. your career is history. dork.
my favorite thing about him was the Xtreme mullet. unfortunately, he cut it. he seems to think he no longer has a mullet.
uhm, what do you guys think?
yeah, i agree,
uh, bill, not to be a bitch or anything, but i took a vote, and you still have a mullet. p.s. lose the facial hair. p.p.s. no one is buying you as a doctor. p.p.p.s. do you ever diagnose your patients with "achy breaky cardiac arrest"? just curious (okay, what am i, david spade or something?)
okay for some reason, this tidbit really amused me:
Billy Ray and his wife Leticia ("Tish") married December 28th, 1993. They live with their five children on a 500-acre farm in Singing Hills outside of Nashville, Tennessee. In his spare time, Billy Ray enjoys lifting weights, riding his four-wheeler and horseback riding.
i'm not sure why but i can't stop laughing at it.
pretend conversation from "cyrus (or is it ray cyrus) home"
child 1: "daddy, billy ray jr.'s on my 100 acres"
father: "billy ray jr, get off leticia jr.'s 100 acres, you have your own"
child 2: "but dad..."
father: "don't 'but dad' me, i'm gonna give you an achy breaky whuppin if you dont listen up"
hahaaaahahahaha
uh, bill, the "singing hills" just called, they want you to stop singing. and move. move to "mulletcuttin hills". hah
okay i'm insane. the only people who will probably understand the logic of that humor are mike and my sister.
i'm not even sure if I understand the logic of that humor. if there even is any.
today i could not stop giggling all day. my fellow grad students probably think i have a drug problem.
i giggled through statistics class. and every time i looked at someone else, i started giggling again. and they started giggling too. then i ran into the wall on my way out. then i laughed hysterically.
then i couldn't stop laughing throughout sensation and perception. and then we had a presentation afterwards by my friend meekyoung.
and the teacher came in and he had one of those big suitcases you roll around. oh wait first it's important that you know he's a monkey brain researcher. and then we asked him, are you going somewhere? no. did you just come from somewhere? no. then he leaves the room for a minute. it's silent. everyone's looking around at each other like what's the deal with the suitcase. silent longer. everyone else quits thinking about it. always clever and timely, i say, i think he has a monkey in there.
everyone else laughed. why aren't you guys laughing. it turns out he just had a slide projector. bummer. i wanted to see a monkey.
but the class decided that if he did have a monkey, i would get to have it sit on my lap. what an honor. okay i'm basically droning on and on so i can avoid studying for this stupid psychology gre test.
allright i'll shut up now.
xo
