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Could it be? Yes... yes, I think it is... a sleep deprived update!
It's been a while since I've had one of these, where I ramble on and on and on about absolutly nothing because I'm beyond tired and don't really think coherently. I had to double check that I spelled that right too, it doesn't seem to be right, but yet it is. Of course you may be asking yourself, how does this differ than the usual BF.N (you like how I just abbreviated (this one I got wrong, I originally spelled it abriviated) it like that? Oh yeah!) updates? Well in those updates I would have used the double parentheses without any explenation but now I'm going to point out that I used embedded parenthetical statements. If the history of the English language is a line graph, I'm the x and the rest of the world is the f (for further back, get it?) (---------f----------------------------------------x).
I played some crazy board games today at Alyson's, who has a ketchup number of games. Yes, ketchup is a number. Since there are an infinite amount of numbers, then every possible letter combination must be used if one were to describe every possible number. Therefore "ketchup" must be the name of some sort of number, in the same vain of billions, millions, etc. It may be like 10^mustard, but it must exist. Anyways, going back to games, I learned that it's really hard to act out hay fever. And that waving your hand in a jovial manner will not get people to think "HEY!".
After that I went to a party (no, this is not a drunken update. Thaaat wwooujld lkjok likee thsiss) where lots of loud awesome 80's music was played. There were heaps (that's Australian for a lot) of people and since it was 80's themed people dressed up, including some random guy with a huge clock around his neck. The guy biting it is the person whose birthday we were celebrating, and as can be seen by the red cup, he was a little unsobered. And hence probably why he's biting a wooden clock. Or maybe he just really likes how clocks taste. One or the other.
Here's some links I've been saving for the next update, which would be this one:
I-Pod roulette. Celine Dion, that's pretty rough. It could be worse though, something like that god-awful Hot Potato (I mean that's what it's about right?) song that Snoopy Diggity Doo Dog Dig has out now. I think my ears die a little everytime I hear that song.
It got pretty cold the last few days, but not frozen solid cold. I mean it's like something Frosty the Snowman would use. After living in Florida 6 years I'm so used to the heat that anything below 70 is worthy of a sweatshirt and jeans. It's sick I tell you, but I can't help it now.
The world's greatest comic EVER has the World's Saddest Story too (though this one is obviously photoshopped, but the point still stands). One of my favourite (u's are cool) quotes is that "You don't stop playing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop playing." I love Calvin and Hobbes, I had cut out that very last comic and have it hanging on my wall. It's faded and yellow now, but it's one of those things you don't forget.
Well it's almost 4 in the morning (Hi Mom, that was a typo, I meant 9 PM) so I probably ought to go to bed. This coming week is Career Showcase week, which means super hectic and long days, while wearing a suit and tie and trying to get good at small talk. A girl I used to know LOVED guys in suits, so if you go to UF and that does it for you, go to the O'dome and you'll find your hearts content worth of people dressed up. In the meantime I'll be trying to get an internship for this summer. The one nice thing is there's TONS of free food every night, so you'll never go hungry. The things college students will do for free food... it's a beautiful thing.
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