they're just words, they ain't worth nothin

Well, I made a new blogger header and footer, my feet are cold, and I just did a butt load of Latin. I better pass that class. Also, I might be getting my car back really soon, might. I'm listening to bundles of Devotchka, if you've never heard of this band you might as well kill yourself, or just listen to it. It'll lullaby you to sleep. I have a feeling today will just be very slow which isn't too great because I have about a pinky full to do, and if you've ever looked at your pinky...it's not very big. Yesterday I hung out with Frank..which you probably know from me telling you in the last blog, but I will tell you again..I HUNG OUT WITH FRANK. We just about had the times of our lives yesterday, not a second wasn't fun. We finally got to watch 50 First Dates, but not all of it, it got late. I was happy though, he laughed a lot, and I just like him laughing. (I use a lot of commas) We got to my house and got into some serious talking, at the end it just assured me that this won't be our only Christmas together...and you have no idea how happy that makes me. Today I'm probably going to go home and die in my bed with Pebbles and Rambo, or maybe someone can help me make peanut butter filled Ritz crackers dipped in white chocolate at Nanny's...any takers? I need to practice. I would also like to learn how to make these kind of cookies to the left...if only Ciera brought me the recipe...if only. I guess the moral of this blog is that my feet are cold, you need to listen to Devotchka, and I need a magical cookie maker (Frank). OH, and go to TCBY and try their frozen hot chocolate, it's simply amazing.

The Tiger Lillies
"When I’m tired of all the murder, And I’m tired of all the rape
And all the little children, Whose necks I do break

That’s when I satisfy what I hold most dear
I kick a little baby, or maybe an old lady
I kick a little baby down the stairs"