I wish to apologize to my dedicated readership of 4 for slacking off on my blog. I realize that your morning routine consists of a shower, consumption of coffee/tea (not for Sean), brushing your teeth, and--most important of all--reading my fantastic blog. I hope dearly that this brief hiatus in my online journal of jibberish has not severly thrown off anyone's routine. Especially Anne, because I know your routine is especially important to you. For all the unfocused lectures, imcomplete homeworks, and episodes of insomnia, I apoologize. Things are okay now, I have posted a blog.
Okay, in all seriousness, I realize that my readership is in fact less than 1% of my previous quote. And that those of you who have ever read my blog only do so in a sorry attempt to procrastinate work, and once you've visited it you realize that doing homework actually has more redeeming value than reading this nonesense. This blog is more about me and my recent realization that I whine to my friends about insignificant shit entirely too much, and that a blog is a superb way to get these things out. In fact, for those of you I consistantly talk to on the phone know that I know have nothing to say when I call now, because anything that is worth uttering I have put in my blog. So here's some more things that you can now chose to hear, because I won't call you and force you to listen to it.
According to one study conducted by a professor from Wales, January 23 is supposed to be the worst day of the year (My, those Welsh sure are scholarly Anne). This comes as a result of holiday weight gain, holiday debt, unfulfilled New Years resolutions, taxes, the weather, etc. Perhaps January 23 was the worst day of the year so far, but not because of these things: Monday was when the tragedy of the Broncos' most embarassing loss EVER sunk in. But even yet, this was still not the worst day of the year. I can list far worse days that are to come to tell you why they will compete with January 23 for this highly coveted title:
-Today: I overdrew my account once again, and The Man which is a mild label for The Bank got $70 from me for spotting me only $30. Ugh.
-February 14, obviously. (Sorry, I am going to have a Cathy moment here). I will likely not have a date for this epic Day and if I do, it will be one where I have to carry on the conversation and straaaaiiiinnn to extract anything remotely intelligent from him. Naw, The Cork Mud Pie sounds like a much more solid plan.
-February 20: The Bachelor Season Finale. I just know that Travis is going to pick the stupidest girl on the show and it will reaffirm my belief that good guys pick dumb girls because they are easiest. Will they not learn even after medical school and 33 years? Is there no hope for us?
-March 13: National Open Your Unbrella Inside Day. Yes, that is correct. Can you imagine? This is fairly the worst day ever. If Americans choose to take part in the festivities for this day we can just forget about ever a.) having any good luck again, b.) feeling any sense of accomplishment after having wasted an entire day engaged in such foolishness. And the worst part is that we'll never be able to get those hours back. I hope desperatly that none of you participate in this madness. (Speaking of weird days, April 9 is No Housework Day, which ironically for the Powerhouse falls on a Sunday. If you know anything about my life you will understand the sheer glee I experience when I think about celebrating this day.)
-March 18: The DAY AFTER St. Patrick's Day. Need I say any more.
-and now a seriously sad one, May 7: my birthday, because a.) it falls directly in the middle of finals, and b.) I will not get to celebrate it with my sister, whose birthday also happens to be May 7, the only person in the world I care to celebrate it with)
Okay, so there are many many more days that can enter this contest. I will continue to brainstorm them, as should you....
As for now, if you have made it htis far in my worthless blog, I will advise you to do more importnant things with your time--like laying in your bed and counting the popcorns on your ceiling, or pondering the English imperative, or opening umbrellas inside....
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While the Welsh would love to take credit for such a genius calculation, according to the Denver Post - it was a Scot who devised this formula. Shoutout to the Welsh anyway! Also, I'm going to have to blame my poor french grade on lack of Annie blog reading and all I have to say is that your birthday will not be a bad day because you have Brooke and me to celebrate with and then our roadtrip!! Now the real question is: is this a sufficient and acceptable comment? Love you Annie Barr!!
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