Randomness enough for the last few weeks

The random thoughts I've had over the last few days: since I haven't been posting, I'm going to just jumble them all together here. I've forgotten many. Oh well.

I just realized that one of my favorite songs (Into the Ocean, Blue October) is a song about a guy commiting suicide. Totally sad, right? The last lines are… “into the ocean, end it all (goodbye, goodbye). Into the ocean, end it all (goodbye, goodbye). I thought of just your face.” SO SAD!

Today, while cutting Stephanie's Birthday dessert:
MOM: This is the hardest cake I ever cut!
ME: That's because it's pie.

Dad, Mom and I all went to see Robin Hood yesterday. Consensus? Mom and I love us the Russel Crowe and his sad, sad eyes. <3 <3 <3

FACT: It's 1:33 in the morning, so techincally, all things happening "yesterday" really happened two days ago.

One of my favorite saying: "Don't worry about the world ending today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."

I saw balloons on a gravestone the otherday. I've seen this many times. I am the ONLY ONE who finds this ironic?

QUESTION: Will we still have birthday parties in the afterlife? Because it sure as heck won't be heaven with a serious lack of pinatas.

(I laughed at my cleverness when I wrote that ^^^ "it sure as HECK won't be heaven"... muhahaha. Play on words.)

Clash of the Titans just may be one of my top-ten favorite movies.

ELF is still my all-time favorite movie, and I assume it will always be that way.

Greg, my brother in law, quoted Homestarrunner.com today. I recognized it and finished the quote for him. I feel immensely proud.

FACT: I can't spell if my life depended on it. I hope this never happens. Because dying of lack of correct spelling would be a terrible way to day.

Paige Weldon and I conluded in the 9th grade that dying in PE would be the absolute WORST way to die. Not just because it sucks, but because the freakin UNIFORMS sucked. However, once my shorts were stolen and I could never wear them around the house once I graduated, I was particularly disappointed. It happened in middle school, too. I guess the Garden Gnome who haunts the TMS girl's lockerroom thinks I am unfit to keep my gym shorts. (Ha. Ha ha. Unfit... PE. Clever.)

In the last two weeks, I've killed off about a dozen friends in my dreams, incluing Micheal Reyes (in a car accident), Paige Weldon, and others I can no longer remember. However, I was a studious seminary student, sacrificed myself so the innocent pedestrians wouldn't get hurt in a game of Chicken with Suburbans, snuck off to a fancy hotel to buy books in the gift shop (um. yeah. I'm not even going to touch on that one), finished re-reading The City of Glass, forgot Nan's name, specifically remembered Nan's name three nights later, went ice skating with one of the dolls you get from Child Phsyc (the ones that cry and make noises and stuff), and ate sugarcubes. Pretty epic, if you ask me. Thought annoying. I wish I would stop dreaming for a few days. It's pretty exhausted.