Be afraid…be very afraid.

Ah, it’s Sunday. The one day of my week that is always the same. Or, at least the things I do are generally the same. Yes, this is my one predictable day…well, mostly predictable. Sunday School, Church Service, Lunch,TV, Computer, House Switch, Youth Group, Computer, Bed. Today in Sunday School was part three in our three-part series on the Sabbath. I didn’t go to Church Service though, seeing as how my family is, like, all sick. . My poor family. Well, at least my poor men. Yeah, since I was with my Dad this week, I have been surrounded by men. Unless my Dad’s girlfriend was over, in which case there were two gals to three guys. But now I am going to be headed off to my Mom’s for a week, so there will be a Two-To-Two ratio. . *Evil Laugh* I am looking forward to Youth Group tonight, it’s always fun, and we’re like one big happy totally insane family. Which is pretty awesome. I kinda hope we play Mafia. Because it is sooo much fun to play at Youth Group. You’d never suspect us Church kids, wouldya? ! Yeah, I am bored right now…AND NO ONE IS ONLINE! NO ONE! THEY’RE ALL TO BUSY! No, actually I don’t know why they’re not on…some of them are probably at church, others probably have lives…unlike me. *Sigh* Or maybe it’s just that I log on to AIM and everyone puts an Away message up to avoid me…I don’t know…heehee, I’m just kidding. I hope. If you do do that, why are you on my buddylist? I don’t know…hmmm…interesting where my train of thought…OOH RANDOM THOUGHT!!! Whose idea was it to make a cookbook? I mean, it was a good idea, but seriously, who was sitting around going “Hm, I think we should compile these recipies and put them in a book which we can mass produce and sell to make millions of dollars and teach the public how to cook!”? I mean, seriously! AND who was the person who discovered vanilla was edible? I mean, way back when, do you realize how life endangering it was to pick up a random plant and eat it? And what about those plants where you can’t eat a certain part, but you can eat other parts…I mean, thinnk of the trial and error sessions for THAT. “Well, here you go Charlie, if this doesn’t kill you, you can take some home to your wife and kids…ooh, that’s a nasty gasping sound you’re making Charlie…Charlie? CHARLIE?! Oh, well, no one can eat that part…you, Bill, come here and try the seeds…” I mean, COME ON! You’d have to be kinda slow to sign up for that job anyways. Which brings us to why anyone would be a poison tester. “Hey, Joe, come here and drink this. I know, I thought it smelled funny too. Well, yeah, I DID recieve quite a few death threats…hey man, are you alright? Yeah, I don’t think you’re supposed to be turning blue….or purple…ummm…hey, Joe, you still with us? Humph, glad I didn’t drink that! Could someone please get me another drink? Hey, you, Mike, come here and try this…” Ahem, PEOPLE! Why were humans so S-L-O-W? (Merry, that says slow, not slot, not slut, ok? ) I’m starting to think I should stop, but in the middle of a rant…? I mean should I stop? OMG THIS BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT! I am so indecisive. Anyone else really indecisive? I mean, people are like “Hey, Jenn, do you like the blue or the red?” And I’m like “Ummm…I don’t know, is there a purple option?” Like seriously, it’s a curse to be indecisive. A CURSE. Horrible, really. HAHAHAHA. I just came across a book on the bookshelf called “The Great American Chicken Cookbook”. That sounds like a cookbook for someone who is, like, scared of the culinary arts or something, anyone else thinking that? OOH, speaking of thinking, Shruthi texted me today saying not to text her and I was like “What? You can text me but I can’t text you? Huh?” And I was confused. Confused! Hahaha. Like, confuzzled! What happened to that word? I like that word, I do…manifesto. That sounds so important. Like if you say manifesto you immediatly gain social status…hmmm….