I bite my nails, chew my lips, crack my knuckles, play with my head (the whole thing) when I'm sleepy, and fidget.
Thank God I never actually went to cotillion, or the the instructor would have likely been arrested for attempting to beat these most unladylike qualities out of me.
And I just couldn't deal with the guilt.
My newest habit is leaving the updating of this blog for too long, and then falling behind on reading as well.
-I'm twenty. Icky, but I think I'll get by.
-My parents came over and good times were had, as predicted. We went on a family trip and it was amazing and I can't wait to see them again in a few days.
-I'm going between packing, cleaning, editing photos from the trip, and taking spontaneous naps right now.
-My last Fringe post was lost in the Internet, due to my own position as a spaz, but it's up now. So, that's cool, even though I felt awful for mucking things up.
-Mah buddeh took a five hour bus ride to visit me and I am so not worthy of her gloriousness. Where are Wayne and Garth when you need them?
Nevermind. I found them.
-Trying to get my act together in a big, bad way. I WILL READ YOUR BLOGS. Note the use of CAPS.
Follower Love-Fest #5: KLH
Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, kids. As with the first batch of lovely people, I can't click through to this young lady's profile. I hope she won't consider it libel if I just make things up. KLH's hair smells like fresh strawberries. She once made a cookie-pie big enough to feed all of the kindergardeners in her school district, and hand-delivered the slices to the twelve kids who were out sick with the chicken pox that day. Professor Utonium is her real dad.
And, just so you know, it's Judy Garland's birthday. I love this woman. Celebrating with a PB&J for dinner.
Happy birthday, Ms. Garland.
FDR, forever. I gotchu, girrrrrrl.
I couldn't avoid it if I wanted to, so just deal.