Who names their kid Swayze?

So, there's technically only three minutes left of Saturday now, but we'll count it anyway. Make that two minutes.
A word of wisdom to those who value their intelligence:
DO NOT SPEND 17 HOURS WATCHING BENDY 4-YEAR-OLDS IN SPANKIES (see: http://christinicus-luckyducky.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-okay-guys-im-wearing-spankies.html) DANCE AROUND TO WIN PRIZES (also known as the Thunderstruck Dance Competition). Your brain will not survive. I promise you.
Honestly, with a parking lot full of Cadillacs, a floor strewn with feathers, glitter, and various colored sequins, and a program full of names like "LaQuisha Buffalo" and "Bracken Degraffenreid", what do you expect? Something INTELLIGENT? PRODUCTIVE? WORTHWHILE?
Ha!
No. :P
NO ONE'S SPINE SHOULD BE THAT BENDY.
And yes, someone did name their daughter Swayze. As in Patrick of the same name.
Can anyone else feel their brain turning to goo? Their IQ lowering by the second? Cause I sure can.
I worry about the future of our society... at least we know it'll be flexible, right? :/

How about that Royal Wedding, eh?

That title makes me sound Canadian. Eh?
It is late and I am tired, but I would feel awful if I didn't post, and I technically have ten minutes left of Friday in which to post. So I'll just make this short and sweet.
For those of you who read yesterday's post, never fear! I GOT MY TRIX!!! Thanks to my Bruddah. He's the best. :)

So I had every intention of staying up all night last night to watch the royal wedding at about 2:00 in the morning my time. Alas, I fell asleep, but I was able to see some pictures and the 5-minute highlights video, AND I got some sleep, so really it's okay.
Ack! I'm down to three minutes left of Friday! (Terrible song, been stuck in my head all day. Gotta get down on Friday, you know.)
But ANYWAY, the point is that the royal wedding is like a fantastic princess story but REAL and it's awesome. Ask any female and she'll gush to you sufficiently.
So here is where I leave you.

11:59 pm

I can't remember what I was going to say, so I'll talk about cereal instead?

To my dear sister whom I love very much:
I remember having a conversation with you yesterday in which you mentioned the perfect subject for a post. I remember emphatically deciding that that was definitely what I was going to post on today. I just... can't remember what that subject was. :/ So. I'm going to have to go with something different. I still love you though.
-C

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Have you ever had a craving for something ridiculously random? You're just going about your day, minding your own business, when suddenly... BAM. You want chicken nuggets. There is no reason on earth for you to want a chicken nugget so badly, but all you can think about is how delicious one would taste with some ranch, some BBQ sauce, or some ketchup. (Yes, my family mocks me for eating chicken nuggets with ketchup. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is.)
I'm sure we've all had that experience with one food or another. Tonight I was doing my incredibly boring and moderately difficult math homework when all of a sudden my stomach (named Stella, as in "Shut up, Stella!") decided she wanted Trix. As in the cereal. Which is, of course, rather tasty, but pretty high up there on the "Random Foods to Crave" scale. And of course, the unspoken law of random cravings is that you can't actually have access to that food when you really want it. So I've been sitting here all night, craving Trix cereal.
Maybe I'm not a lucky ducky after all. Maybe I'm a silly rabbit. Hmm. I'll ponder that for a while.

Poor Grace...

Everybody has friends. Right? Right. Lots of people have good friends. Some people have BEST friends. But me? I've got a friend so good, he's like a bruddah to me.
It's been said that a friend who really listens to you will work wonders better than any psychiatrist could ever hope to achieve. I hope you all have a chance to have a friend like that someday. Because it's true! SUPPORT FRIEND TO THE MAX.
I don't know about the rest of you, but when I'm around my friends straaaaaaaange things happen. For example, when my Bruddah and I get together to write papers for seminary (on the topic of "grace"), things like this happen:

http://squidocuments.blogspot.com/2011/04/narcoleptic-argentinean-on-epileptic.html

(This is a link to his blog... we're also blog buddies.)
(...and yes, I am the friend he refers to in every post. ^^)
We spent a good hour writing this. Meaning he was writing it while I was looking through my highlighter-covered scriptures, laughing at all his ridiculous jokes, and listening to stories of his bilingual childhood. Don't judge. You know we're cool. (NOTE: We were also jamming to records at the time. Which just proves our coolness.)

MORAL(s) OF THE STORY:
#1: My friends are awesome.
#2: Everyone should have a friend as awesome as my Bruddah.
and #3: If you find a magical spork, I hope you like Lemon Burst yogurt. :)

fin

It's okay, guys, I'm wearing spankies!

This is pretty much the motto of my life.
As a dancer, I often have rehearsals after school and whatnot and I need to be prepared to get my groove on at any given moment. So what's my solution?
SPANKIES.
I could make an infomercial for them. Seriously.

* JUST SLIP THESE HANDY-DANDY SPANDEX SHORTS ON UNDER YOUR JEANS, YOUR SKIRT, YOUR MUUMUU, OR EVEN YOUR KILT!*

When dance time comes around, simply slip off your jeans, muumuu, etc. and VOILA! You're ready to break it down.

WARNING! Not for the faint of heart. Do not mix with excessive amounts of makeup. Do not take with glitter, feathers, or big hair. Drill team status may result. If contact with spray tan occurs, rinse well with water and put on comfy, unattractive sweat pants.

Also, don't wear them around creepy janitors or awkward teenage boys. (My eyes are up HERE.)

They're great though. And hey, they give me a great excuse to dance around even more than I already do. Who doesn't love that? :)

Records... No, before iPods... before CDs... yeah, before cassette tapes too.

I have a new addition to my bedroom. Yes, it is a record player.
Yes, I am cool.
For all of you sadly uncultured people who have never experienced the true joy of classic vinyl, come on over. We'll jam to the Beach Boys and BJ Thomas. And if you're not into that, I've got the record of every Disney movie EVER. Almost.
There's just something so exciting about finding an old record in your parents' stuff and listening to the wonderful scratch of the needle on the vinyl... ahh. That's pure joy right there. You can keep your mp3s, I'll stick with my 33s and 45s. :)

What a Way to Go...

We've all experienced the passing of a loved one, whether it be grandparent, friend, goldfish, or dog. In this past week, I know of several people who have had pets (mostly dogs) die, and I guess I wasn't to be left out of the trend. Today my spectacular, fluffy, lazy, completely wacko hamster, Victor, passed from this life into Hamster Heaven. I'd like to think that he's achieved his dream of being the world's greatest hamster acrobat.
It's weird to me that he's gone. I've had about 16 zillion goldfish in my life, but flushing a goldfish down the toilet isn't quite the same as burying your fuzzball in the backyard. Besides, goldfish aren't quite as fun to cuddle with as my fluffy buddy. :/
The worst part about poor Victor dying was that I discovered him when my nephews, ages 3 and 1, couldn't get him to wake up when they were trying to say hi to him. He looked very peaceful, but it's hard to explain to such young boys that Victor isn't going to wake up.
I guess of all the days for him to die, though, today was fairly fitting. After all, Easter is all about new life and hope after death. It's comforting to know that even though he's a hamster, Victor is in a much better place now. Sitting in a cage your whole life really can't be that fun. I'm just glad I had the chance to have Victor, even if he did drive me crazy by running in his wheel at 3:00 every morning. Thanks, buddy, for all the good times. Rest in peace in Hamster Heaven.

VICTOR
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