listen

I hate being roused by any means. If I had my way, I would wake up every day at the exact time I felt like waking up to. Not because I've already slept eighteen hours away, or because breakfast is ready or because the especially rock hard pillow I've been resting my pretty little head on was in fact the toilet bowl.

But I always, always love waking up to the chirping of the birds. Whenever I wake up to the chirping birds, I can't help but think that something magical can still happen. As long as I keep waking up.

So I felt rather sad when I realized that some individuals with hearing loss might never hear the sound of the birds again, or have, actually, never heard them in their entire life.

That's just really sad. And this time, I'm saying it without a smirk on my face.

http://www.betterhearing.org/hearing_loss/hearing_loss_simulator/index.cfm

sunday doozy

Not that it's news or anything, but I've managed to find something more interesting to do than start one of my one hundred and forty nine eval reports.

This, my friends, is my very special drink - Fizz.

Don't ask me what it is.

Ugh.

Why'd you have to go ask me?

Fine. That's my disgusting and senseless concoction of iced tea and two sachets of Extra Joss and an unproductive sense of adventure. The stuff's too sweet, it probably has the same sugar content as five truckloads of one litre Cokes.

But yeah, I'm drinking the stuff, and throwing up in my mouth at the same time. And standing up every time I hear Soulja Boy's Pretty Boy Swag.

I just need a joint, and I'll be all set.

the sun doesn't have to come out tomorrow

I'm a rain girl.