Monkey Bread

First off: I know this blog is lacking anything useful, and I am not apologizing for it.
Today I did laundry. And then went and took an exam. I hate math, thats all I'm saying.
I discovered that the exams that I THOUGHT I did mediocre on last week I actually aced, thats encouraging.

I'm jealous that Jane always writes such interesting entries and I write tributes to sock monkeys.
In response to your entry Jane: I think everyone looks funny running, not just white people. Although in 8th grade a classmate of mine was nice enough to tell me I run like a handicapped platypus.

I've been taking trips down memory lane lately. I think its mostly because I've been hanging out with my brother a lot recently. Even though are visits usually entail some form of argument (all his fault of course, I'm always right and everyone that knows me knows this), we unknowingly reminisce a lot about growing up. It makes me really happy. Sometimes I feel like if I dont take the time to actually remember my childhood I'll forget things, small things or maybe even big things. I don't want to forget anything.


I'm craving monkey bread and a root beer float after watching this food network episode of Unwrapped. Everything I see on T.V. being advertised I want. Thats probably why I'm stuck with a pancake puff and a magic bullet which I've used twice maybe. I'm not saying these weren't important purchases because they were, but commercials really suck me in.


I realize how stuck up I come across sometimes, it sucks because I'm really not stuck up at all.