Technically it's Monday... and typically Monday means radio show clip day. But two radio show clips in a row would be no fun and I have many reasons for being a horrible blogger. You see... last week was not only crazy at work, but crazy at home too. On Wednesday, my friends Michelle, AJ, and I succeeded at making a mess of my kitchen while failing to cook Duck a l'Orange. On Thursday, my friend Jess from college was in town. And on Friday, I left for a fun and relaxing weekend in Put-in-Bay with Michelle, AJ, and our significant others.
Work this week is sure to be even more hectic, but someone I know you're familiar with from this blog is staying with me this week: Lianna, my best friend since kindergarten. :) Yay!
So enough boring shit and excuses. Onto the entry...    Bra snapping. What in the world? How long was this a cool thing to do... a couple months? Surely it didn't continue into high school. And definitely not into adulthood. Can you imagine sitting at your desk at the office today while a coworker tip-toes up behind you and snaps your bra before running away, giggling? I wonder why they didn't address that scenario in the sexual harassment video HR made us watch last month. And it's not like it'd only be weird in the workplace. Say you were hanging out at the bar nowadays and instead of accidentally-on-purpose brushing up against you or buying you a drink... a random guy just walks up, sticks a finger under your bra strap, and snaps it. Nice to meet you too...
I suppose back in the day, girl-on-girl bra snapping was just another way to get attention from boys. A way to show them, "Hey look at us, we wear bras now." Sounds like it worked.
LOL check out this Yahoo question I found:
"Does getting your bra strap snap hurt more than getin kicked in the balls?
My girl friend said it dose and what part is the part that gets snaped the parts on the shoulders or on the back?" Hahahahaha that is cracking me up. Yup, that's about how naive we were at the time too.
Here's the third installment (out of four) of the trip to the museum...Yes, my co-host Eddie and the curator fell through the floor boards of the museum. And I had to rescue them. With a rope.
Where the hell was this museum that it was built over a hole too deep to climb out of? And furthermore, could I really physically rescue someone with just a rope... or is that just something I picked up from cartoons?
Finally, I love how the curator described my co-host as "majorly muscular". In all the words in my current vocabulary, I would never think of that combination of words to describe a guy today.
Ohhh to have the imagination of a child again!
I know that Mondays are usually Radio Show Clip days, but my wonderful mother's website is down at the moment and since she hosts my clips, I can't give you a new clip today. Sorry. Just let the suspense build for the next installment of the museum trip!
In the meantime, my crush on Kevin grows... Ugh, I was SO annoying. Pretty much the worst thing that could have happened to any boy at my middle school in the late 90's was to end up being the unfortunate object of my affection.
  In most diary entries from 7th grade, there's usually at least one thing that makes me cringe. And I don't mean content... I mean grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc. This entry takes the cake. Two cringes in one sentence.
Cringe #1: "Him and I were at our lockers"
Cringe #2: "said to no one impirticular"
Nonononono! He, not him. Eek.
I guess it's kind of cute that I thought "in particular" was one word spelled "impirticular", but I feel like by 7th grade you should know that phrase. Nowadays, I'm a grammar/punctuation/spelling snob, so maybe I'm being too hard on my 7th grade self. Actually, I just did a Google search for "impirticular" and Google says: "Did you mean: imparticular". And get this... even though there are only 10 search results for "impirticular", there are 19,000 results for "imparticular". I can't believe there are that many idiots out there (most of which are probably adults too!).
Oh crap. Guess what I just realized? Pretty soon after I post this, this blog entry is going to be the 11th search result for "impirticular" and the 19,000-somethingth result for "imparticular". Nooooooo! I want to be part of the solution- not part of the problem!
P.S. Okay, now that you know I'm a grammar/punctuation/spelling snob, don't go and get all critical of my blog posts on me. I know there have been multiple times that I've ended a sentence with a preposition or written a split infinitive or used incorrect subject-verb agreement or had too many passive sentences or overused ellipses. Every time I do one of these things, please understand, I do cringe and consider changing it. Sometimes I do change it, but other times I just think "F it". I never intended for this blog to be an example of my best writing. So don't judge. Trust me, if you're bothered by something I've written incorrectly, it's probably bothering me just as much if not more. So I apologize. But, whatever... F it. :P
Here's part two of the trip to the museum...I don't mean to give anything away, but that may or may not have been *forshadowing* at the end of the clip. Dun dun dun!!
 Not much to comment about on this entry... just wanted to post it to let you know that Craig's 19-day romance with Teri was over and he was officially back on the market!
  Oh no. Had it really come to the point where I was... dare I say... desperate? I was considering asking Justin out even though I didn't like him, but because I was pretty sure he'd say yes. But hey, at least I was aware of and acknowledged the fact that there was something wrong with that logic!
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