Snoqualmie Pass, WA is having snow. Expected: 6 to 8 inches.
I can haz, please?!
Dear goddess. It’s been 96-100 degrees (Fahrenheit) here since frickin’ Friday.
Sign me up for that damn snow.
(Ooo. Thunderstorms, Mr. Weatherman? Yes. I’ll take that. Yay.)
So, no. I didn’t watch. However, I was checking my email one last time and it was a ‘clip’ at the top of gmail.
“American Idol gets down to it’s Final Two”
So. I go look.
(Dun wanna spoil it for Daniel. Go after the bump…)
I’ll be honest.
I don’t know.
I got back from Germany and it was suddenly just so hard to blog. Which is dumb. Because, really, all you have to do is sit down and write about your day. I mean, seriously, how the fuck hard is that?
“I went to work and the children of 5th period were asshats yet again today.”
Or –
“I went home to see my mom and tried to drown my laptop….”
But – can I do that?
No.
I don’t know why.
Yoshi is poking at me.
Daniel thinks I’m dead.
Colin is yelling at me.
Diz wonders.
And – yeah.
So – um.
Anyone know how to fix a broke Poe?
Cuz – I’m apparently broken. And I need fixing. >___<
I had insomnia last night.
Dear god. That’s just not fun. >___<
Laying in bed. Trying to sleep. Just laying there. >_<
Ugh.
Now the day is going to suck hardcore because I’m going to be tired all day.
And I went to bed and didn’t sleep well for an hour. It was not right. >__<
So, yeah. Saw one am. Saw two am because I couldn’t sleep well.
UGH. >__<
Okay. I think it’s official. Reporters are dumb.
I watch the news in the morning to get the weather and whatnot. This morning, it’s all about the Pope’s visit because, well, it’s a big deal that the Pope is having Mass here in DC. The reporter was interviewing someone involved in that Mass. Apparently, this woman got to meet the Pope yesterday. The reporter says to her…
“Tell me what that was like.”
>___< Maybe it’s just me, but the gut reaction I had to that was: “Indescribable.” Because, really, for the devout Catholic, actually meeting the Pope would be. Few people get to do that. Actually meet the Pope himself, talk to him. >__< I didn’t hear what the woman actually said because I was doing the morning thing, which took me away from the television, but – wow. I just felt like the reporter was an idiot. Hrmm. Perhaps I’m biased, having been raised Catholic, so I know how many would feel about meeting the Pope. Srsly? I would totally be all over that. Meeting the Pope. Yes. We all know I’m a seriously lapsed Catholic. (Really lapsed. >_>) But – still. I will go to Vatican City one day. Just because. It’s one of those things that I grew up with. The Pope was the man. Just under God himself. Yes, I am aware he’s just a man. Yes, it’s probable he does not exactly have the direct line to God, here. But – well. Still.
One of my students is going to the Papal Mass and I’m jealous. I want to go. But – yeah. Lapsed Catholic == no chance in hell of getting a ticket.
I’ll watch on TV.
Where was I? Oh yeah.
Dumb reporters. >__< What do you think, internets?
