Smart people are afraid of cars

But who said America was full of smart people?
We're getting on the plane at 9:00 AM tomorrow.
In order to do this, we have to be at the airport by 7:00 AM.
In order to get there on time, we need to leave the house by 5:30 AM.
In order to get ready in time, we need to wake up at 4:30 AM.
Why??
That's so early!!!
Jessica's sleeping over.
There are overly greasy, very moist Otis Spunkermeyer muffins for breakfast.
Kevin will be waiting in the dark all creepily.
Sarah has some of my stuff, but that's okay.
I don't have a swimsuit. >:(
"Shipping will take 1-2 business days."
Whatever. It's been, what, a week now?
Grrr.
It'll be 70 degrees every day.
The weather just started getting nicer here, though.
So we're going to miss out.
By the time Monday rolls around, it'll be raining again.
Pessimism: The spice of life!
Psssh. Why is looking at the glass as half empty a bad thing?
People who see it as half full still don't have enough water.
Californiaaaaaaaaaa, Californiaaaaaaaaaa, here we cooooooooooooooooooooooooooome.

The cutest cows you ever did see

You Are 60% Ready to Be a Parent

You are mostly ready to be a parent, though you could be better prepared. If you had a kid tomorrow, things might be difficult at first - but you could pull through. You don't have to be an ideal parent, but if your life was in better order, it would help. Make yourself a plan of how you'll raise and pay for a kid. You'll feel better if you have all your ducks in a row. If you're already a parent, you're probably doing a good job. Even if things aren't perfect, you're making the best of it.

Are You Ready to Be a Parent?

Don't you hate thinking up brilliant things just as you're starting to fall asleep?
Then that wonderous thought disappears into your subconcious and you NEVER remember it.
NEVER!!
The choir concert last night wasn't bad.
It would be sort of biased to say our school did best.
But we definitely did better than Klahowya.
Kristine is so fantabulous.
Swimming in the pool was actually pretty fun. My swimsiut from 7th grade still fits me perfectly. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Mr. Freeman actually gave us half an hour to mess around.
And then stripping in the locker room afterwards wasn't nearly as traumatizing as it was in 7th grade. Girls were just walking around half-dressed or naked by the swimsuit dryer.
Ha ha, Sarah. Whenever the teacher asks us a question, we'll howl instead. And jingles will scare me for the rest of my life.
Poor Kris. He was really bummed yesterday and today he was trying to act like he was okay. It's really sad.