Legal in the US in Ancient Rome

Yeah, that's right. I'm 20. But calculating my age the way they did in Ancient Rome, I'm 21, as I am in my 21st year. So if I cross the border and decide I want to drink, I can just tell them, "Dudes. I'm 21 in Ancient Rome. I'm of age." Then I can drink!
(Plus, they're Americans, so they might actually fall for it. BAHAHAHA!!!)

Invested

I've realized that when I listen to music, I get really emotionally invested in it. Especially when I know the lyrics. Because I'll sing along. Not necessarily out loud, but I do. And I emote. I make faces, even. I realized this when I was listening to my iPod on the city bus once.

All Over the Place

Ellen Page is awesome.Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, is awesome.Ellen Page playing Kitty is awesomecats all over the place.
Just sayin'.

That is all.

Run Over

I've almost run over a lot of things at my work. But I don't think I've actually hit anything. Except maybe that chipmunk. I'm not sure...

Oh well. That happens when you work at a bird sanctuary.

Thankful

A little while back, I mentioned to a co-worker that, on my days off that week, I had been picking stones. He commented on how picking stones is the worst job in the universe, and I would have to agree. I've actually compiled a list of things worse than picking stones, and the list isn't very long. In no particular order:

1. Slavery;
2. Genocide, or murder of any sort;
   
3. Justin Bieber's music and the like;
4. Orcs;
5. Country music; and
6. Twilight.

So, yeah. That's how bad picking stones is.

Anyway, when he said it's the worst job in the universe, I said, "You're tellin' me!" As soon as I said it, I realized I had almost said, "You're preaching to the choir." Immediately thereafter, I reflected on how glad I was that I didn't say that.

Thank peas I didn't.

A Little Bit

I hate myself a little bit. I got up at 6:30 this morning. Peed, had some Cheerios, got dressed for work, pood, brushed my teeth, Facebooked a bit, and left for work at 7:30. It's about a half-hour drive from my house to my work. Which, by the way, is on the other side of the 45th Parallel. In other words, I live closer to the North Pole than to the Equator, but I work closer to the Equator than to the North Pole.

Anyway, at 7:52, I was coming into town, and then I remembered... Shipoopi (I'm trying to swear less, so I've replaced the last letter of one certain swear with "poopi," making it into the name of a song from The Music Man. You can't go wrong with musical theatre, I think). I don't work at 8 today. I work at 1:30.

Now I hate myself. A little bit.

Lots O'

I've lots o' things to say, and finally a chance to say them. So, several posts today!