I really don't like sharp things.

Seriously. Just thinking about anything that has the ability to pierce or cut me induces a minor panic attack.

I was watching the Bourne Ultimatum tonight on TV, and it's pretty intense. P.S. WHY is Matt Damon so freaking attractive?

Anyway. At one point, Bourne is battling some crazy agent who has most likely gone through the same ridiculous-killer-ability training as he has. It was probably one of the most intense hand to hand combat scenes I have ever seen. AND I kept my eyes open the whole time, UNTILLLLLL......

One of the guys picked up a razor blade.

Automatic eye shield. I just can't handle sharp things. I can't even watch Pirates of the Caribbean without closing my eyes at some points. I just don't like the idea of any thing piercing anyone's skin any time any where. I don't even like carrying knives around the kitchen.

FUNNY STORY.

The other day I was cutting up a potato... and somehow the knife slipped and I slapped my abdomen with the blade super hard....And I stood and thought about what had just happened.... and then I almost fainted.

Did it cut me? No. Luckily I was wearing a rather sturdy apron.

You heard it here first: Flirty Aprons saved my life. The apron didn't even snag.

I hate sharp things.

Schoooooool

I keep getting behind in my blogging. I blame it on the fact that I am busting my butt at school. Which is great. Because that means I'm not procrastinating. Which is a first. Speaking of busting my butt and being behind..... Have you read "Miss Crusty" lately?


http://www.misscrusty.com/


Also, with the new school year I have been presented with many, many new subjects for Things That Must Go. I just haven't had time to do them literary justice yet. Some ideas that have been bopping around in my head:

Serial Commenters must go

In-class scab pickers must go

People who block the walkways must go

End of row sitters must go

What are some things that you think should go?

Get out of here.

OMG LANDSCAPER STOP EDGING THE LAWN SO THAT I CAN GO STEAL THE COLUMBINES FROM MY COMPLEX'S FRONT YARD.

Seriously. People have been mowing, edging, cutting, and annoying me for like an hour. All I want to do on my day off is go dig up part of the Columbine bush in my front yard and re-plant it in my little planter baskets. I tried to grow them from seeds, that failed. So I'm just going to go prune down the flower bush and steal part of the root system and put it in my freaking flower baskets. THAT'S ALL I WANT. GO AWAY, GARDENER MAN!!!! NOW!!!!

PS the sound of the lawn mower is about to drive me to murder you.

Quote of the Day

"You are so unfamiliar with the gym, you call it JAMES."