My dad is adorable!

Before I tell this story, I need to give a little background.

One morning I woke up to find a sticky note on the coffee maker that said "RTG" in my mom's writing.  The coffee pot didn't have any leftover, old cold coffee from the morning before in it, and when I checked, there were fresh grounds in the filter and new water in the...water...compartment.  It really was "RTG".  It was pretty great.  I pressed the button and went about the rest of my morning business.

The next morning the same sign was still there.  The old coffee had been dumped out and there were fresh grounds and new water all ready for their coffee-making purposes.

The next few mornings were all the same in this aspect.  Then one morning I was disappointed.  The sign was still there, but there was old coffee in the coffee pot still.  Hopeful, I checked to make sure my mom hadn't just put in the grounds and forgotten about the water, but no, there were used grounds there, as well.  So I dumped out the grounds and the coffee, filled the machine with new water, and put fresh grounds in the filter.  I can't remember if I left the sign there out of spite, or just accidentally, but the sign was definitely left there.

I think the same thing happened the next morning, but I don't know for sure.  It's not entirely important.  The important thing is that very shortly after The Morning There Was No Coffee, my mom had added "(really)" to the sticky note.  I woke up and found this new addition and thought "hooray, she got the coffee ready!"

Sure enough, when I checked, there were fresh grounds in the filter and water in the water compartment.

I can't remember how long that lasted, but eventually my mom stopped pre-preparing the coffee.  At some point she went out of town and my dad as the only one home, and he either didn't know that she was preparing the coffee, or else he didn't realize that now he should be the one to do it (if anyone was).  Then my dad went out of town, and my mom had been gone long enough that I guess she forgot that she had been doing it, or whatever.

Anyway, I was back to making my own coffee in the morning.

Suffice it to say, I was not expecting this in the morning:

 

 

EPIC SUCCESS!

Oh, Pop.

Educational Videos

I love how a lot of educational videos start off as if they're trying to sell you what they're teaching you about.

I have to watch this video for my online class:
Human Body Systems: The Circulatory System

It starts off talking about why we need the circulatory system, as if it's trying to get me to buy one.  And I'm like "But I already have one..." and they're like "Well good! Keep it!"

And I just sit there listening to them talk about how great the Circulatory System is because I'd feel bad if I told them I don't care and it hurt their feelings.

Eli Kind of Wins

Guys, I dated this guy once.  He sucked.  He sucked so much!  Like, he didn't even eat pie.  He doesn't like pie.  What kind of a person can you be if you don't eat pie?

Clearly not a good one.

Anyway, Eli came over for Thanksgiving today.  I asked him if he wanted pie.  He said sure.  I said "you do like pie, right?"

He said "No, I hate pie, and I'm an inhuman monster."

Kinda like that guy who didn't eat pie and basically was (and kinda still is) an inhuman monster!!

That statement basically made my day.

Thanksgiving!

I wrote another verse for a song my sister and I used to sing.  If you're my sister, you know the tune.  If you're not my sister, you will be so confused.

I think the song's called Ibuprofen.  At least that's what the first verse is about.


Hey guys!  Thanksgiving!
T-H-A-N-K-S-G-iving, GUYS!
Thanksgiving!
Let's eat and hug and sleep and eat more!

Other verses I remember are:

1. Ibuprofen

Ibuprofen,
I-B-U-P-R-O-F-E-N
Ibuprofen,
it stops the pain and stops the swelling.

2. Harry Potter
(This one's short)

Harry Potter
comes out tomorrow night at midnight

3. Christmas
(This one's short too)

It's almost Christmas!
C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S

YAAAAAAAAAAAY THANKSGIVING!

Eli's coming over tomorrow, and we're going to watch Star Wars.  Because I've never seen it.

...Please don't kill me, everyone.

SPOILER ALERT!

DOBBY DIES.

Now go see Harry Potter 7, fool.

Aurgh

Aurgh... Today was just one of those days.  You know, the kind where you spend the first half of the day walking around on shin splints instead of trying to make them better, then you sleep under a riser for a few hours, then you follow your boyfriend around like a lost puppy because you think that will make you feel better, but then really it just ends up making you feel more pitiful because people keep giving you these looks that say "you could do better" but you really couldn't do better—and that's not because you're not good enough, because you are.  It's because he really is great, but no one gets that.  You can't just jump up and tell them they're wrong, though, because no one seems to understand that he really is the best you could hope for.

(If you were directed here from Facebook, you know what I'm talking about.)

Dear Eli,

I love you.  That is all.

Love, me.

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

My Chemical Romance's new album, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys comes out tomorrow!!

I wonder how many times I can type Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys before my fingers decide to quit.

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.  Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.  Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.  Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.

I'm bored of this.

GUYS GUYS GUYS DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS COMES OUT TOMORROW AAAAAHH!!