This song (Dragostea Din Tei) has nested and laid eggs in my brain. OH GOD. I know all the words, too, because Nicole, Gabe and Alex have been blasting it/singing it for weeks now.
At least it is infinitely more tolerable than Aqua or *shudder* Toybox (for which I have still not entirely forgiven ramaxela).
It took seeing dozens of people running around with ash on their foreheads to make me realize it was Ash Wednesday. At first, I thought they (it was only women, curiously) were just really, really bad at applying eyeliner.
What? I've done it. >___>
Paint fu~umes! The utility room (where Belle's crate and the washer/dryer live) is filled with paint fu~umes. Mom had the brilliant idea to not open any doors or windows, but merely to turn the AC on full blast. I pointed out that this was not working. She realized that all the AC did was distribute the fumes throughout the house. Silly mom. They make my head hurt and not so much the making me loopy.
... Well, except the number they seem to be doing on the order of the words coming out of my fingers. Typing. Whatever. Okay, so I'm typing like a retarded nematode, but my speech is fairly normal. I think. Crap, I don't speak most of the time. I have no way of knowing.
But I'm pretty sure a paint fumes high involves less headache and more giggling.