It is St. Patrick's Day. I am pretty sure that my mother's family is devoid of Irish blood, and I know my father's is... I am wearing no green. Pinch me at your own risk, for I have been known to bite at fingers that get too close. *chompy chomp McChomperson*
I have seen Battle Royale. Now, more than ever, Japanese schoolgirls scare the everliving HELL out of me.
Hmm. 100.4 temperature. Well, that would explain why I've felt much warmer than I should be all day. Hopefully this does not mean that within days I will be puking my guts out as par the course for the bug my entire family has caught... pulling over to vomit every five minutes on the drive home does not sound pleasant.
I want to scream and stab something when the phone rings. WHY do people constantly call my family? I've grown spoiled, the only people who call me are my mother and telemarketers (and the telemarketers have almost entirely given up after a year and a half of not one single call being answered), and the phone only rings twice - or not at all if it's been off the base too long - before the answering machine clicks on. It's wonderful. Here the phones wander because they are in constant use, so no one can ever find any of them, so no one can ever answer them, so they ring FOREVER. *twitch*
Ooog. Don't feel good.