Death's climbin' in your windows and so is Lady Gaga

Jeremiah 9:21. I read that the other night and sadly I thought of Antoine Dodson and Autotune the news.
"Death's climbin' in your windows, and entered our fortresses..."

Woodstorks are creepy.The remind me of the "moriticians" of catacombs. For some reason I can't find the picture anymore of the cloak and beak outfit. They had it on Wikipedia last October. I know because after Halloween Horror Nights XX Catacombs house I looked it up. Instead, here's a masquerade mask that's close enough.

Also. Have you noticed how unbelievably large Lady Gaga's eyes are? Imagine her as a baby.

For me to say "It's not my cup of tea" is ridiculous since I can't stand the taste of tea, so therefore, no cup of tea is my cup of tea. I'm just saying.

Which leads me to, "I'm just saying." "Saying or judging?"
I thought of someone saying "I'm just judging." I didn't imagine it going over very well with the recipient.

Beginning my Senior Year

Let's see if I can keep a blog this time around. Random Thoughts I have throughout the day/week.

It's weird how it doesn't even matter that you haven't spoken to these people in about 4 months.

I had to surrender my original Freshman ID today in exchange for a new one that allows me to get food and into my apartment, so I guess it's a good thing. Still kinda sad. I was proud that I still had my original ID. Hoped to keep it all 4 years.

My fan still wobbles and threatens to slice me with its metal blades. Come on, Maintenance. I don't really want to die Final Destination style.

3 days later: still have a cut and bruise the corner of the bed. Not used to having a low bed.

Yesterday was exactly 8 months until graduation.

Haven't been mistaken for a Freshman (yet) but I was asked if I was a sophomore, by someone I met last year, so that's basically the same thing, since they thought I was a Freshman last year.


--'Stine