Yoga Makes You Fart

This post is going to include a warning for my few readers. This post does not have anything to do with yoga, nor does it have anything to do with farting. So you need not fear getting second-hand embarrassment for my part.

I'm not sure that sentence made grammatical sense, but we have no power in half our apartment and I think that gives me license not to make grammatical sense today.

What is this post about? You ask, wondering why I haven't dropped the word 'digress' a couple hundred times already and asking where my short stories of the day are.

Well, you see I have had the creative juice squezzed out of me like a metaphorical orange being juiced to make fantastic orange juice. Except you won't be finding any Margaret Brain Juice on the shelves at your local market. The fantastic orange juice in this metaphor (similie?) is the fact that I'm spending hours a day trying to understand math and calculus instead of just bullshitting my way through the quarter.

(holds for applause)

That was your queue to say 'Oh Margaret, you're such an inspiration to us all!' And then I would blush and say, "Aw shucks guys..."

But I for real have to clean up my room and put away my laundry right now before bed time. So goodnight friends (SMILE!)

(( see no yoga or farting was mentioned until right now... sorry about that))

ps: I have FOUR followers! Saweeeet!

The Countdown Starts

I've been obsessed with that song, and speaking of songs, I think I'll do a youtube post. It's rainy over here in Riverside and I'm pretty sure it's raining back home too, and I'm almost positive whoever is reading this is experiencing rain so here we go. Some music to get you through the rain. I suggest listening to the last one first -- multiple times.


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this grew on me


obsessed with this song

here are the E P I C lyrics for Major Tom

Standing there alone the ship is waiting.

All systems are go. are you sure?

Control is not convinced

But the computer has the evidence

No need to abort.

The countdown starts

Watching in a trance the crew is certain.

Nothing left to chance all is working.

Trying to relax up in the capsule

"Send me up a drink." jokes Major Tom.

The count goes on

4 3 2 1

Earth below us

Drifting falling floating weightless

Calling calling home

Second stage is cut.

We´re now in orbit

Stabilizers up runnning perfect.

Starting to collect requested data.

"What will it affect when all is done?"

Thinks Major Tom

Back at ground control

There is a problem.

"Go to rockets full"

Not responding.

"Hello Major To. are you receiving?

Turn the thrusters on.

We´re standing by."

There´s no reply.

4 3 2 1

Earth below us

Drifting falling floating weightless

Calling calling home

Across the stratosphere a final message

"Give my wife my love."

Then nothing more

Far beneath the ship the world is mourning.

They don´t realize he´s alive.

No one understands but Major Tom sees.

Now the light commands

This is my home I´m coming home."

Earth below us

Drifting falling.

Floating weightless

Calling home

Hope you like them {S M I L E B I G}

Scooby Doo

Folks, we have a mystery on our hands. A for real life mystery and don't worry, I have the detective pipe to help solve it. When I came home last night and my bed was made -- like made made. The pillow was flipped and my pillow case was all smoothed out and my comforter was wrinkle free and flipped over all neatly.

It was made.

I remember when I left I kind of flopped the comforter over the bed and threw my blue fleece thingy over it and left.

So I'm not sure where my clues are, I don't think I have any... and there are no lighthouse keepers masquerading as monsters. So basically, it's unsolvable. I know that I didn't make it that nicely cause my pillow was flipped the wrong way. I N E V E R flip my pillow the wrong way. So it obviously wasn't me, and I personally asked each of my roomies and they all denied and secretive bed making behind my back.

So, in conclusion, I don't know who made my bed and I'm slightly creeped out.

But only slightly.

Those Poor Amish People!

My roommates are yelling again - it's another day in our household. But it's not the bad yelling, it's the funny yelling when we're trying to make a point and everyone is laughing and trying to talk above the other person.

Well, anyways. My friend last night was telling me that I have so many options that I should jsut make a damn choice. But the thing is that I don't want to make a choice. Not in that aspect of life - I like how my life is right now [smile].

As strange as this sounds, I L O V E living with 5 other people. These are the best friends I could ever have. And I love this. The yelling and laughing and running and burnt tortillas and pancakes.

My life, so far this year has been a whirlwind of 'that's what she said' jokes and laughing hysterically at my crazy roommates, oh... and running [biggrin]

Now she's talking crazy, I should go to kmart now.

EDIT:

Who do you know goes to bed at 8:58pm?

me.

I'm too tired to think of an awesomesause post title, so I just didn't put one. Don't hate, just cause your not cool enough to go title-less like me. I realized why I might have stopped writing here, I think it was because it made me realize that my life -as dangerous and sexy as I may make it sound - is nothing of the sort. It's rather quite boring and ordinary.

Today my roommate put vitamin C tablets in her gum ball machine - my morning was made.

Today I don't have class till 6pm - awesome.

That's all really, I think I want chocolate milk.

Fancy Seeing You Here

Well, I've been meaning to come back here and continue unloading my problems unto the unassuming internet masses, but frankly typing "Blogger.com" into a search bar was too much work for a lady of my rank and stature.

Can you see me rolling around and laughing at that? Cause I totally am.

My friend, actually a couple of friends, nudged me back into this direction so I thought to myself, 'sure, why not come back and continue to be witty and hilarious?' so here I am.

Fancy seeing you here {smiles galore and maybe a couple eye rolls}

Oh shit! It just auto saved this, I totally forgot how exciting this place was. Like Disneyland for the socially imapaired, or the agoraphobic.

Yeah, I see you eyeing that dictionary behind you, go ahead, look it up, I can wait.

{wink}