dang it, ched...

I don't know what it is about reading Cheddie's blog, but it always makes me want to write in mine.
Maybe, I just want to out-funny her.
But, I don't see how that could happen, since I am a "math-science" girl, remember?
No, I mean, I'm a "math" girl.
Damn it, I know that you know that I'm just "a girl."
*sigh*

Hey, by the way Ched, that burrito looked damn good to me.
Damn good.
My stomach is growling at just the thought of it.
Who cares if it had lettuce?
You're in Ireland.
The country filled with little GREEN people... it's only natural that they would want to make everything green, even a burrito.
It's their nature.
It's in their blood.
Helllllllooooooooooooooooooo.
Duh, Cheddie, duh.
Just be grateful, you ungrateful bastard.
puahahahaha.

For all of you who are reading this, and are not a Chang: yes, I just called my little sister a bastard. It's the Chang way.

Anyways, I just finished writing emails to my family and friends about how much I hate Mondays, and how lonely and sad I feel.
If this was a tv show or a movie, Coldplay's "Trouble" would be playing in the background, and the camera would close in on my face as a tear trickles down my cheek, making it's way into my quivering mouth, and that's when I would lick it away and think, "why are tears so salty?"
puahhahhhhahahaha.
Seriously though, why are they so damn salty?

Alright, time for me to daydream about burritos while I wait for my next class to start...
mmm... burritos... uguhguhgug (that's the gargling sound Homer makes)...