Look at the Fireworks...

Newest obsession: In the Heights cast recording, which I obtained illegally.

I am looking for some new readers. I realized lately that this is mainly a secret blog with no real fan-base, and I think it's time for a large switcheroo, so I am going to start shamelessly plugging this (as I did to Mar-Holz) so that my brilliant words begin to gain a cult following. It will happen. Just you watch, cynics.

So this has quite possibly been the laziest week of my life. I haven't worked since Sunday, which means four entire days off in a row. I have slept until at least noon each day, eaten a few frozen pizzas, and watched some fine cinema, including Dreamgirls (which for some reason seams to ALWAYS be on the HBO Black channel.... apparently there really aren't that many black-themed movies. It probably always switches between Dreamgirls and The Color Purple). Anyway, each day my mom leaves me a note of chores to do around the house, and you best BELIEVE that I had Effie White blasting while I was vaccuming, and I have a kickass rendition of "And I'm telling you..." to add to my repertoire.

Let's all take a moment of silence for the recent deaths of Sydney Pollack and Harvey Korman....





Okay, we can be loud again.

Anyway, on to more important things, let's talk about my teeth. I think I may or may not have no less than 20 cavities, because my teeth hurt like a MOTHER.

Next on the agenda......
I have to take a drug test on Monday for my summer job. Which makes no sense to me at all..... because I found out I had to take this drug test like maybe 3 months ago so i purposely abstained from any substance abuse. Once Monday is over, I could easily get hooked on the Mary-J just to spite the City of Cottage Grove. I just don't see what a drug test prevents, really.

Also, as of Tuesday night, I will be CPR certified, so if any of you chokes at dinner or anything, I will TOTES be there for you suckin' on your face, like a true friend would. I've always wanted to be certified, I plan on showing my card to everyone I see. I might even just give it to people who need to see my driver's license and be like "oops, that's not my license..... but I AM CPR certified, you know...."

Best two things about being home: Free food, and Free beer. Free is always capitalized, by the way.

This is long enough for my tired eyes. Good night.

Love you all unless your name is Jessica Alba,

Matty B.