Something my mom said made me feel weird. How would you answer, "What was most memorable for you when you were still a little tot?" Honestly, I don't remember much really. I remember so little that I can count how many things I remember with my fingers.Stupid. I think maybe it's because I use the microwave too often.

That, my friends, is his bad side. Photo taken by Benjamin. Don't provoke Ziyad. He'll eat you up (like a bag of munchies).

OMGOMGOHMeow.

WAAhahaha starburst.

Which somehow I don't know why reminds me of this joke I made of myself this morning. I was sitting at the dinner table for lunch (HAHA dinner table. Lunch!), and I felt this humongaginous thing up my nose that I could feel was a piece of rice that went down (or up) the wrong pipe. I put my hand over my nose and the other hand under it and started snorting really loudly and then saying, "Agh I think there's a piece of rice up my nose." Then my younger sister who was at the other side of the table looked at me in disgust. Then the huge thing came out and I said, "Oh, it's not a piece of rice."

Woo yesterday, the day before, the day before yesterday, generally the week so far I guess, has been totally completely packed with butt and thigh cramping, balls pulverizing, shutter slamming, eye scorching, feet smelling, palm sweating, pants peeing, last train catching, profanity spewing freakin' action. Woo hoo.

Or was it last week? Not sure. I seem to lose track of time whenever the holidays arrive.

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