My Blogs Will Continue to Consist of Numbered Lists Until I Have Something Interesting to Talk About
Don't hold your breath.
(1) Has anyone else noticed that certain types of marinara sauce taste disturbingly similar to vomit? I don't mean that they're gross. I mean they actually taste like vomit. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I invite you to have the Baked Penne at Gallagher's, like I did last night.
(2) I'm obsessed with this song.
(3) Hooray! I ran 10 miles today! This means that I have now run the distance between Lapeer and Davison. Also, I have run the Crim.
I decided around mile 8 today, which is no place to make decisions, that I will never, EVER run a marathon because that is pure insanity. Also, if you run a marathon, I don't think you could get away from eating that Gu stuff. Have you seen this stuff? It's like an instant hit of carbs that you eat while you're running to refuel yourself. It appears to have the texture of rubber cement. No Gu, thank you. If you are immature like me, you will get great joy from saying that sentence quickly.
(4) Hooray for the consignment shop also, where I purchased two shirts, one of which was very expensive the first time it was purchased, for a mere $15.
(5) Hooray for Ryan and Jen who we will be meeting for drinks tonight at Shakespeare's.
(6) Shakespeare's website is lame. It makes it look like a fisherman's bar. No Hooray there.
(7) Rob and I are in a fight for the following reason: He says that if he were a Tyrannosaurus, he would eat me even if he loved me because he couldn't fight his natural instinct. I said if he really loved me, he would fight the natural instinct and not eat me. He refuses to say "Laura, I wouldn't eat you if I were a tyrannosaurus." Until he does, we're not speaking.
(8) Proof that my dad is a sucker (in the good way): You know how we're trying to get rid of those stupid cats? We HATE those cats. They've been around FOREVER. The other day, my mom says to herself "Could I live with myself if I took those cats to the Humane Society?" She couldn't, but at least she tried. Bridget has a growth on her neck. What does my dad do? He pays $600 to have it removed. WHY CAN'T WE LET THEM DIE?? THAT COUNTS AS NATURAL CAUSES!!!! Of course, this aspect of my dad's personality can be used to my advantage as well.
(9) Mostly though, it's used to Danny's advantage. You know the whole Survival of the Fittest thing? I think Danny's one of the fittest. Danny gets away with EVERYTHING. It's like he has a special gene that gets him things. He's clearly more evolved than me. If Danny were a tyrannosaurus, he would eat me, no need to even ask. Don't get cocky about it though, Danny, you would have freaky short arms and I'd get in a couple of jokes about it before you ate me.
(10) It's 50 degrees out. This makes me very happy.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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3 comments:
Brontosaurus happens to be my favorite dinosaur as well, and to all those people trying to peddle that crap about brontosauruses (brontosauri?) never existing, I say to you, pshah.
But seriously, our brains are too big for us to brontosauruses.
Danny, on the other hand, is a pterodactyl. He just swoops down and steals everything. For instance, the change jar of my creation.
p.s. I appreciate you having a dinosaur discussion with me, because everyone else seems to think it's stupid. I dont get that.
It's funny how your creations are at my expense!!!!
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