Oh yeah, I went there.

Her: This is bizarre.
Me: That’s your word lately. Bizarre. You’ve been saying it a lot.
Her: I haven’t noticed.
Me: I notice things like that. I’m a worderologist.
Her:…
Me: Grammartician?
Her: …
Me: Damn it, I like words.
Her: You just like to make up words.
Me: A long, long time ago-
Her: You’re 26.
Me: Yeah! And a long time ago, when I was younger-
Her: What? You wouldn’t know a long time ago if it hit you in the head.
Me: Well, that’s just rude.

This one time, at band camp.

I think the title might be ironic because I never went to band camp. I played a mean clarinet, though. Well, the clarinet was nice. I just mean I played it well. Well, not really because, as a 12 year-old, I was SO BUSY I couldn’t possibly find time to practice one hour a day. Trufax.

Wow, talk about tangent. Again, part of my awesomeness.

Anyway, what am I doing to myself? Why do I do this? I’m expected to have crap to talk about? I live in the middle of a cornfield, people. Not really the middle of an actual cornfield. But there are a lot of cornfields around me. I work in the most boring industry that ever boringed. This entire blog is resting on my superbly awesome shoulders. I only have so much awesome, people.

To give you a better example of the sort of person I am: I just spent 20 minutes wondering why my old phone wouldn’t turn on when I realized, GEE, maybe because the battery is dead?

And yes, Firefox, contrary to your belief, “wouldn’t” is indeed a word. Sorry to disappoint.

All I know is today is Thursday, which means I still have to go to work tomorrow and that should be a crime because damn, this week has been long enough.

But! Next week starts summer hours which means, technically, I don’t have a full week of work until the week of September 4th. I still work mostly the same amount of hours, but I get to leave at 1:15 one day a week. I’m okay with this. Not that I like, do anything, but I GET TO LEAVE WORK AT 1:15. You understand? I thought so.

Now that I’ve given you all of that awesome informative informativeness, I’m going to go eat a quesadilla.