Here it is, Friday again! Here's a rundown of everything I've done this week, just to keep all the ones of you out there not reading this about all the many activities I've been doing.
Saturday: sat around
Sunday: sat around
Monday: sat around
Tuesday: sat around
Wednesday: sat around and then played golf
Thursday: sat around and then played golf
Friday: sat around
...I know, I know. You're jealous of my action-packed existence. It's truly mind-boggling how many things I can pack into a day, and not everyone can be so fortunate. Anyway, since I do have just a few minutes of free time, I thought I would entertain with a few fun facts for Friday.
* I have often been known to look at myself in the mirror and rave about how fantastic my own hair looks. I have an unhealthy love for my hair and I'm not afraid to let everyone know that mine's just a little better than everyone else's.
*I love elephants. If something has an elephant on it, I'll probably buy it. I sure hope no one ever puts an elephant on that bridge everyone's always trying to sell.
*The only memory of kindergarten I have is this: it was story time and everyone was gathered around the teacher on the carpet, and I really, really had to pee. Except I was scared to get up, because I knew that everyone would know I was going to the bathroom, and so I sat for a long, long time weighing my options. Could I make it to the end of the story, and while in the confusion of transition from carpet to seat I could slip into the bathroom unnoticed? Would it be better to sit here and pee myself? I finally decided I couldn't wait anymore and I got up and went. And in my mind I can still see the stall and remember that I was silently hoping no one could hear me pee. What a strange thing to remember.
*I used to think it was great fun to sit in the middle of a busy road and pop the tar bubbles that would rise up on hot summer days. Obviously I was not under the most attentive supervision at that particular location. While there, I also enjoyed climbing trees with power lines running through them, riding my bike far past the arbitrary radius normally set by my mother, throwing old records against a wall and watching them break into 50 pieces, and exploring old abandoned buildings. It's a miracle I survived.
*My brother and I invented a game where we would chase each other through the four upstairs rooms in our childhood home. When the first person ran into a room, they slammed the door as hard as they could behind them before the other person could get in. I was 4 and he was 8. Being 4, my head was right about the same level as the glass doorknobs that were attached to each of these doors that we were slamming. I think you can see where I'm going with this. Let's just say mom's episode of Dynasty was interrupted by a crying, bloody child and a trip to the emergency room. I personally think it was a little more exciting then the normal Krystal v. Alexis slap fight that usually went on.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Go see it if you like blood and gore and stuff. Like shooting through someone's head and then using their lifeless body as a shield while continuing to shoot through their head at other people's heads. Just make sure you don't eat a spaghetti dinner immediately before or afterwards.