To handle the noise:

Quickly clap your hands over your ears before they come. Be careful, so that they don't see you. As you see them creep past you, jump! And make your own noise.

I almost didn't blog today. Can you believe that? SHIIIIIIIIIIT. By the way, never mind with the "baby" thing. Nah, I don't think that would be cool of me. I bet I'd be on everyone's hate list as that nerdy girl who always says "baby." Dude, all of a sudden I've been getting stacks and stacks of "Pick my future" mail. Its weird. Boston University. USC. Lewis & Clark University. St. Mary's (?). Oregon State. How the fuck do I get these. I mean BU, USC, okay, hell the fuck yeah, I'll apply there...but then...how do I get mail for all these religious colleges? Maybe its a sign. My calling is at a convent? I always thought I'd be a writer...or some other form of torture...a teacher...

Also, I caught a bit of Dawson's Creek tonight. Gee whiz, I totally forgot that they were kids with inflated vocabularies and speedy sentences. In my defense, Ed was particularly weak tonight so I had to watch something or else I would've gone to sleep and if I sleep too early, I will wake up at 2 o'clock in the morning and not be able to go back to sleep. So there. Don't make fun of me.

I do think I am developing a thing for The Flaming Lips and Late Night Desperate. If you haven't noticed, or if you are a new reader (though I seriously doubt that), I have a thing for music. I have gone from Ultimate Fakebook to Yellowcard to Deep Elm artists to The Flaming Lips now. I change tastes about every weak. And I usually write about it. So you will know. I also have been listening to "A Plain Morning" by Dashboard Confessional lately. I don't know why. I usually find Chris Carraba's (sp?) voice able to be easily played out.

As you can see I am in a very verbose mood right now and I can't see to figure out why.