Rantings of a Rant Woman

I'm ranting. I just thought I should warn you before you read any further. Just stop. Don't continue. Why are you continuing? "Why'd you put it on?" (From Secret Window... Johnny Depp creeps me out!) So in my rantings, I just thought I'd let you know that I had some spaghetti for dinner, and it was pretty good. And I thought I'd stick with the H2O since milk gives me weird dreams. Did you know that? Not about me in particular, but in general. Dairy food such as ice cream, milk, yogurt, other dairy foods... they all make you have weird romantic type dreams if you eat them before going to bed. So that's what we talked about at dinner, and then I came home and Michelle's friend Brittany called... and she left a message about somebody who was a feminist and it was John Adam's wife, Abigail. You know, the international language: LOVE! I know this post makes zero sense, but maybe after a couple years of reading stuff that just flows like Michelle's hair, you'll get used to it. I have. This should be a cake walk, or at least a sbu-walk. If you know not of that which I speak, you definitely are missin' out. You need to visit www.homestarrunner.com. It is TOP NOTCH. Now I definitely need to go do some chemistry homework, but we all know that's not going to happen, no matter how hard I try. Like pie in the sky. Like a kite. KEY LIME PIE! Holy cow, my friend April in my sorority is perhaps the funniest Southerner I've ever met. She kills me... she's like 20 and thinks she has menopause. She is just freakin' hilarious. And then there's Ashton, and she's amazing too because she loves Michael Buble just as much as I do. And that's sayin' something. Michelle hates him... well she doesn't hate him, but she gets slightly TO'd at the way I listen to him all de tim. Except not all the time, because I'm not listening to him right now, or now, or now. Or yesterday. Tomorrow I probably will. Hey, Bad B is tryin' to talk to me, so I'm gonna get that call/instant message. Peace Out!