Aloha!

What's up guys?

OKAY! I was writing yesterday and hatched this idea. They have a list for everything else so why not make a list of things to do if you're stuck in the bathroom without toilet paper! YAY!!

 1) Read anything that you can reach

2) Try singing the hokey pokey backwards

3) Make a poor attempt to burp your ABC's. You'd be surprised how long that one keeps you entertained

4) Make up stupid lists that will never help anyone

 5) Make shadow puppets even if there is no shadow

6) Dig around in your pockets and see if there's anything in there that you could make a space ship out of

7) Pretend you're Pee-Wee Herman going on a big adventure

8) Remember the good times that didn't involve bathroom facilities

 9) Quote movie lines from the 80's AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!

10) Check to see if there is toilet paper. And if there is indeed, use it and go about your day

This was brought to you by me. Smells like a movie theatre in here..I like the smell of movie theatres.

-Salem-

Yeah, I know I rant and complain a lot but, hey, this world ain't perfect now is it?

PEOPLE ARE HYPOCRITES!!! I don't care if you say you're not, because you are! You may not realize, BUT YOU ARE!!!

One example.

Okay, you know how on t.v. you groan and moan because you're so tired of seeing these perfect and pretty people and then once they put normal everyday people on t.v.

BAM! You immediatly find every flaw about them. Eww..he's fat. OMG! She's got so much acne it's not funny. DUUUDE! You're the ones who cried for normal people. If you wanna see perfect people, THEN DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT IT!

'GAH!

Okay..I still feel irritated about that but atleast I said something.

I mean..when we look at it, we're all shallow. It's just a matter of admitting it..am I right?

-Salem-

You're in the basement and you're bored. Andy and Molly are playing dive bomb on the old couch. They stand on the arm and yell "dive bomb" and let themselves fall face first into the cushions. It was your favorite game last year, but now you're too tall. Your head brushes the ceiling when you stand on the arm, and dive bomb isn't as much fun when you have to squat. Andy's kind of too tall for it, too, but he's pretending.

You tell Andy that he should try jumping on your stomach, just to see what happens. You kind of know what's going to happen–it's going to hurt. But you have to find out for sure. You just can't know unless you try.

So you lie on the floor next to the couch, flat on your back. Andy leaps off the couch with both feet together, like jumping into the deep end of a pool. There's a huge pain right in your gut and you're crying. Andy and Molly run away and later Mom discovers you on the ground. "Who did this to you?" she asks. She has that a bite to her voice that means business. "Andy," you say, and he gets sent to his room for it.

At dinner that night, he stares at you with an amazed look on his face. It's like he doesn't know why he did it, like you don't know why you asked. You don't tell Mom what really happened.

HAHA! Who hasn't done that before?

I don't know what to write about to make you guys like me and I'm not going to try and do that. THIS IS MINDSAY DANGIT! Free world, free cheese puffs.

With that being said, I wonder if the fruit of the loom guys have a CD out.

-Salem-

Oh gentle winds under moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

"I love you," he says

But that's a lie

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Oh no, the pain is coming near

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

Hmmm..I like this poem