Giving Thanks For Barry Manilow

I bet you're expecting me to write an extensive recap of my Thanksgiving. It consisted of me going to St. Louis, consuming coma-inducing amounts of triptofan and then doing my A.P homework. In short, it sucked hard. I did however see the new movie starring his Deppness...Finding Neverland. I laughed, I cried, I swooned over Depp. It was great.

I celebrated my homecoming by visiting Walmart, Mecca of the Midwest. Walmart, by the way has the most limited CD and shoe selection in the history of retail. While finding seven copies of *Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits may be a joyous occasion for some I would appreciate it if I could find more CDs I would actually listen to. I did, however, find a new pair of boots plus a new black, button down shirt. This made me happy. Yay for new, cheap, apparell at 'always low' prices.


* I did not actually find seven copies of Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits. It was merely an example I felt described Walmart music department's inconsistency of artist representation. I extend my sincerest appologies to any Barry Manilow fans offended by this post.

Shove It, Donald

I'm pleased to hear that this blog is actually gaining readers! God bless you. I was starting to think you guys didn't enjoy my rambling.

After taking a long overdue and well deserved 'mental health day' I was jolted back into the real world with the realization that I still have $1000 left to raise for our senior trip to Florida (despite my lobbying for New York). And just to top off this perfect, first-day-of-menstrual cycle-esque day I was informed of my shortcomings by none other than the Donald Trump of our senior class...only with better hair and slightly more elitist. Oh you know who I'm talking about people. Anyway, I'm currently taking donations....or selling calendars for a low, low price of $6. Whichever you prefer.
I'm taking out my aggressions by dancing around mindlessly to "Kids In America" by The Muffs. Speaking of which...someone buy me the "Clueless" soundtrack. This one I borrowed from Stacy skips. Oh, and "America: The Book." Because Jon Stewart is dreamy. Oh yeah, I said it.

Also...a quick good luck to Anna with hope that she will snag the King of Nerdom come Monday. Seriously, he stole the title from Anthony Michael Hall in a science fair free-for-all. Which is absolutely wonderful. I love nerds and advocate adorkability everywhere.

Minkus Lives

I'm currently reverting back to a simpler time in my life by watching Boy Meets World. I'm just realizing how much Mr. Feeny is exactly like my history teacher and how much I love that dorky kid, Minkus. Minkues is now, by the way, about ten years older and has a role on "One Tree Hill". Yeah, baby. I am a pop culture god.