I will be serenading you today, but I feel like I should also mention (if you don't want to listen to me sing...), I'm over here as well.
A weem ba wep a weem ba wep, a weem ba wep a weem ba wep...
In her kitchen, her tiny kitchen, Alyx ate Pumbaa tonightttttt
In her kitchen, her tiny kitchen, he tasted quite all righttttttttt
oooohhhhhhwweeeeeeeee, I ate some Pumbaa!!!
Okay, so it wasn't Warthog, but it was wild boar, which is pretty much the exact same thing, right? If it's not, don't bother arguing, because I don't really care.
You know those people that literally have a song for everything? I'm one of those people. I wish my life was like a musical - too bad I can't dance.
I'm good at a lot of things, but I'm not amazing at any one specific thing. This used to really bother me, but I've come to terms with the talents I have that aren't easily seen. For example, I'm an awesome leader, and I can command the attention of a room quite easily [that may be because I'm an Amazon woman, but I don't want to talk about it].
I almost crashed my bike today. I was coming home from the grocery store wearing a 50 pound backpack, and the bike was loaded down with our weekly supply of pop. This made for a very awkward ride home. I seriously considered getting off the bike and walking it.
I'm nervous to pay my enrollment deposit, because it means I'm actually going to grad school. AHHHHHH!!!!
Katrin wrote a hilarious blog post on Germans. As you all know, I love these people and all their ridiculous little quirks. If you don't believe what I tell you about them, you can hear it all there (and then some) from an actual German!
I love you guys. Seriously. I love your emails, I love your comments, I love that I get to reply to each and every one of you. I love reading your blogs, I love it all. And now I'm done being a pansy.