Guess what kids?! Its Friday..and we all know what that means. (crowd gets all into it and shouts the following: PHRASE O THE WEEK!)

This week's phrase is brought to you by the narrating ability of Danielle O'leary. Backround info: While watching a cheesy movie in eco about supply and demand they talked about a drought in america during the 70s or something, people were trying to consurve water and they showed a sign which read:
If it's yellow, leave it mellow.
If it's brown, flush it down.

Its a good motto.

Shout outs to..: Danielle- Look, he's REALLY there! (obviously the man is standing in front of a blue screen)
LIZ- Mmmmmm...

There might be a shortage of funny this weekend, as the Big Cheese aka Me, has mucho junk to do. (whatever could junk mean in that sentence?)

i tink i will actually stay with dis format. (applause at the fact that i made up my mind..Hurray)

After the dwarfs had realized their numbers had decreased from 54 to 7...they started to suspect Hungry...or as some like to call him, Hungy.

Ok so i'm fickle and changed my mind about 100 times with this new webpage setting...it happens. BACK OFF!!! (goes over and awkwardly smacks yo mouth, thus, knocking your teeth out like CHICKLETS!)....damn

ok so i saw the fire one and was like....this is to hard to read, BE GONE! And with a poof it was and now there is this sphere O fun as i like to call it, in its place. You like, you buy.

yeah new site page deal...do you like the fire? I dunno if i want to stay with this one or go with a robot type one...Gemme some feedback.

Last week i realized how bad commericals occur. Sometimes they purposely make them stupid, so you remember it, but thats nothing new. Here's what i figured out...they (the advertising ppl) sit around a table for who knows how long, throwing out any idea and by the time they think of anything halfway decent, they think its great cuz their brains are so tired and in actuality its horrible. Kinda like "The Chicken Man" from the McDonalds commericals. You know the big boss guy (thats there titles now, not CEO) knew it was bad but made it anyway. You know why? Cuz you dont want depressed employees, especially after they get fired cuz then they do crazy tings like jump out windows or eat their poo. You have to keep them 'round for their well being. Thus, bad commericals happen b/c of kind-hearted big boss guy's, bless them. Now instead of bitchin about those wasted seconds of your life (like i do) we should embrace them. For it keeps those poor souls in advertising alive.

BLAH!
that is all...

Getting old is a lot like being a baby. You cant walk, you wear diapers, lose teeth and eat soft food, people talk funny to you, you have a distinct odor. Have you ever noticed that? There is the baby smell and old ppl smell, there isnt any teenage smell, or mid-30s smell...(Jerry Seinfeld voice) Whats the deal with that? Anyway...I worry about getting old, being all of 17 already i think i should. But on a sad and serious note, most old ppl are rejected by society, the butt of jokes, always accused of farting. Society wants nothing to do with you and you're placed in a home, just tossed aside like an out of date toy. It's so sad and lonely, especially if you out live your friends or spouse. That's why there are so many crazy old ppl--they snapped. Most ladies give up on people and turn to cats, getting as many as humanly possible. Others turn mean and watch kids through the curtains, and steal all the "young-ins" toys that land in their yard. There there is a small population of cool old people who seem to be forever young in spirit. I want to be one of those.

A funny/crazy ting i did today: Kissed Tony on the cheek as he went to leave school just to see his reaction and the others in the group.

Dont you hate those 2-5 min periods that you get nothing accomplished...but not by choice. Lots of times it happens when you are waiting, either for something or someone. It happens in school all the time! You sit there in those O so comfy seats waiting for the bell to ring. Instead of taking that energy and time, and applying it to something productive like dodge ball, or shimmying, eating, doing a circus act, makin puddin'...you are left just waiting. Fixing your eyes upon some random object. For instance, a pencil sharpener, wondering if it gets used and how much. The extremes of desperation to keep my mind awake cause me to take that thought further and ask if the pencil sharpener hates pens cuz they think they are so tough not needin to be sharpened and all....has the pencil sharpener ever sharpened an innocent pen out of anger?
A lot of times I sit and over hear convos...or fake interest in one. I mostly try to put that time to good use, make some faces when no one is looking and laugh at myself. Hey, at least I am working on the abs...

Song thats good for dancy dancy: Peaches by Presidents of USA