Redundancy annoys me. I hate it when I make a redundant statement, it makes me feel like and idiot. I'm one of those people who wants to correct people when they say something that's redundant, or they say something incorrectly (grammar wise). But I do the same thing, and I always try to correct myself immediately, but I sometimes fail. Then about an hour later I think "wait, did I say 'I want AN plastic bag?' she must've thought I was an IDIOT!!!!" But I do enjoy redundant jokes, such as "I'm from the town of Redundancy Town," or the classic Missoulian mistake of the "UC Center." It's funny when people make things redundant on purpose, but otherwise it's just annoying.
What are your favorite redundancy jokes?
Not much of a blog, I know, BUT I'M NOT GETTING PAID FOR THIS, NOW AM I?!
My sister had a sleepover last night with her friend Bridget. So they stayed up late and what not while the other members of the family found something else to do, which usually entails being trapped in their rooms while the two girls take rule of the house. They must have stayed up until about 2 o'clock, not to late, but not exactly early. There are two different type of people when it comes to sleepovers: There's that rare breed of them that wakes up at about 6 a.m. and those who wake up at about 6 p.m. I'm one of the people who wakes up really early everyday, so at sleepovers, I wake up extra early for some reason, I have no idea why. By the time seven a.m. rolls around, I'll be up and running on a normal day. During a sleepover, I'm up at about five. When I wake up early at a sleepover, I have an important decision to make; do I wake everybody else up, or let them sleep, and maybe fall back asleep my self? I usually choose the former, and everyone groans and chews me out, but when we get the TV and videogames rolling, I usually think I made the right choice.
My sister is one of those people who isn't fully awake until about eight.... p.m. I feel bad for the person she is having a sleepover with, because a lot of their friends are courteous enough to wait until she wakes up before they begin their day. That usually doesn't work out very well.
E.g. Bridget wakes up at about 10 a.m., and Sophie's still asleep. Half an hour later, Bridget is getting kind of restless, and wants to get up and do something, but Sophie's still sawing logs on the couch. By about eleven, Bridget has probably thought about having breakfast a few dozen times, and you can practically see the Z's coming from Sophie's mouth. By the time noon rolls around, Sophie begins to wake up, only to realize that Bridget has left, Hudson is folfing with his friends, and her parents went to Taco Time for lunch because it's Taco Tuesday.
There's only one thing I hate more than not having something to write about is not having something to write about when you need to write something. No, I don't need to write a blog, I can do whatever I feel like with my blog, but now that I know that somebody wants me to write something, I feel horribly obliged to do so. That's not a bad thing in any way, I need to keep my creative juices flowing. But what happens when I run out of creative juices. Okay, maybe it's impossible to do so, but you get what I'm saying. WHAT SHOULD I RIGHT ABOUT? Quick!! What's the first thing that comes to mind... right... NOW!! Comment, and I shall post. For my first trick, I shall right about... the number 9. Why not? 9 is an innocent number? Everybody's always picking on 9, not just because of that joke why was 10 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9 (you have to say it out loud, just make sure nobody can hear you talking to yourself). No, that's not the problem. The problem is that 9 is just a big enough number not to be considered "small," like 4, 2, and 8. But, it's not quite big enough to be a big number, because everybody knows that you have to have at least two digits to be a big number. So, 9 has kind of fallen into a little crack in the system, it just doesn't fit in with the rest of the numbers (like 47, that number is just weird, but that's another story). From now on, never pick on a number 9, just because it looks funny or because it smells bad.
Pick on it because it has a weird haircut.
I need to learn how to program an application. I have a great idea for an email client. What do people love more than receiving email? Receiving regular mail! Yes, I'm talking letters that people write with their hands on a piece of paper. I want to combine those two. An email program that shows emails like their letters! The inbox would be a mailbox, obviously, and you could check the mail whenever you wanted. The animated mailbox would open, and you would get you emails. You could open each "letter" by opening the envelope, and unfolding the piece of paper the message would be written on. When sending an email you could choose the envelope you wish to slip your letter (written on personalized stationary, of course) into. Then, you pop in into your mailbox - now functioning as the outbox - and the plastic flag would pop up. Then, well the email was sent, the flag would go down, maybe a little mail truck would drive by too, I don't know. You may be asking "Well, were are the letters that I already read stored for later reference?" You probably weren't thinking that, but I made you think it didn't I? Hahaha... Anyway, all letters that have been previously viewed would be stored in the "Read" box. By box, I mean a little plastic thing that holds all the letters. The file system of my program is born!! When you find the need to, you can insert a divider into the box, creating more specific boxes. C'mon, all of you would download this program if I made it. So, if by any random chance you can program such an application, or you know someone who could, or know someone who might know someone who possibly knows somebody who hypothetically knows a person who could know a guy/gal that could program an application like these, I'll be here.
My idea, don't take it.
