Well screw me over and call me a whore.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE COOL WHEN

-Your almost sixty white daddy is chillin in a pub watching his friend play guitar downtown

-Your little asian mommy is completely flabbergasted by the olympics

-You spend your friday nights with wet hair going through super awesome blogs, thus murdering your eyes in the process

-You become super jealous of those Australians due to those fucking awesome blogs

-You're extremely sad that joni m's voice is fucked now and you have spent considerable time grieving the loss of her pretty voice back then, despite the fact you know she'll never get it back.

-You've spent a considerable amount of time trying to decide whether or not Abbey Lee is a badass or a fuckup for piercing her nipple

-You thought that David Walliams & Lara Stone being engaged was a fucked up hoax. (Ya. It's not)

-You have to babysit at 8:45am tomorrow.

-You have a disturbed craving for fruit loops.

I need a life.

I'm an idiot

Main Entry: epiph·a·ny

Pronunciation: \i-ˈpi-fə-nē\

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural epiph·a·nies

Etymology: Middle English epiphanie, from Anglo-French, from Late Latinepiphania, from Late Greek, plural, probably alteration of Greek epiphaneiaappearance, manifestation, from epiphainein to manifest, from epi- + phainein to show — more at fancy

Date: 14th century

1 capitalized : January 6 observed as a church festival in commemoration of the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles or in the Eastern Church in commemoration of the baptism of Christ
2 : an appearance or manifestation especially of a divine being
3 a (1) : a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2) : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3) : an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure b : a revealing scene or moment

(shanks merriam webster)

If you lovely people remember, I have a bit of a complex about my bulletin board.

Last night, while eating some yogurt covered pretzels and watching MYTHBUSTERS, I realized that I DON'T ONLY HAVE TO PUT STUFF ON MY BULLETIN BOARD. THERE'S A BUNCH OF EMPTY SPACE IN MY ROOM ZOMG.

So

This weekend will be spent blue tacking things on to my closet door and dresser cabinet doors.

PARTAY