hee!

me: i'm watching this clive owen i dont know what it is, a tv show or tv special. it's a series, but they're all two parters
me: it's called second sight
sarah: is it now
me: there's this detective
sarah: who sees everything 2x?
me: who looks like a slightly blond harry potter
me: no, he's going blind, poor thing
me: but has to hide it or he'll lose his job!
sarah: malfoy and harry mate. child results. ida is thrilled.
me: *falls off chair*
sarah: hee
me: he looks like a slightly blond harry potter and he's kind of a tight ass dick so that's a bummer
sarah: that is very strange
sarah: aw
sarah: mistah pottah was not a tightass
sarah: but malfoy is
me: yes, so it's only natural that their offspring would be kind of a dickhead

bleh

It's remarkable. There's no amount of homework that doesn't cause bitching. Well. From me, apparently, at least. And doing all the style mechanism shit is making my brain make whirring sounds because I feel I should stop and count verbals in this babble stream. I also want to count my prepositional phrases and complex sentences.

Shouldn't have had pizza. Naughty cat. I couldn't resist. I kept dreaming all last night of driving to Fremont (why Fremont, I have no idea) and making it right over the bridge before the troll lifted it, to skid park and race into some hole in the wall italian place. I could smell it. I could see other people gleefully running off with their pizza boxes. No I don't abuse prescription medication, why does everyone keep asking that!?

I also had about 75,000 diet pepsis tonight, so sleep ain't forthcoming. Oops, I did it again.

Hah. The exciting thing is, I've escaped ever hearing that crap, so it doesn't stick in my head. But I can torture other people with it. To this day, I've escaped the tyranny of Britney songs (well, cept for Hit Me Baby One More Time, but then I don't actually live in a cave), NSync and the Backstreet Boys. I might know some song titles, but mostly, I never have to beat my head against the wall to rid it of one of their pop intrusions. Woo hoo.