On Life, Love, and Derk

Life: sort of sucks right now, but IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE. I am expecting giant fireball-comet-aliens any day now.

Love: exists only for Arthurian legend, Youtube, my dog, and Derk. And possibly my friends, though stupid Facebook has eaten all their brains.

Derk: is possibly the cutest platydragon (platydrapus? dragopus? dragypugon?) I've ever seen. I am eternally envious of hir stunning good looks and ability to balance on two legs, a tail, and a flipper.

And some other stuff, obviously of less consequence:
1) I am super excited to see the musical, because I used to watch Thoroughly Modern Millie a lot when I was younger and it was one of my favorite things ever. And okay, even if they're not doing the Tapioca number, I'm STILL excited.

2) Cutest 10th grade couple=Treeboy and Tree=OTP FOREVER.

3) Mail Jug told us today how awesome he thought we were (exact words: "This class was a ball!") and I was both happy and sad. I am going to miss Ancient Med like a thousand suns or like Ari when she goes off to college.

4) Bad, foreign music videos are almost as awesome as parodies of those music videos where they sing about what's actually happening in the video. This leads to gems like this. And I know nobody ever clicks links off of blogger, but pretend I'm talking to you on Gtalk or Facebook or your drug of choice and I'm making you click it, okay?

5) It has only just struck me that when I go off to college and have to act normally (aka I can't write "slug aphrodisiac" on other people's papers) I will wind up finding other outlets to express that craziness. Expect me to send you all videos of karaoke bars. I promise I will not be drunk.