Recognize the title? Yes, they are lyrics from a Britney Spears song. I think it was about playing hide and seek or something.
Summer vacation has started. Finals are over. I never understood finals. They seem so pointless because, well, I am pretty certain that I have forgotten everything. Well, not everything. I usually remember things that should not be in my head. For example, my political science teacher was talking about T tests and he said they started when a guy in a brewery had two huge vats and would fill them with beer and somehow called it a t-test. I don't know what a t test is used for, but i know where its from. Ireland. Maybe if he taught us random facts and sprinkled in education, I'd catch up on the education? But not before the sprinkles. I love me some ice cream. I don't get why sprinkles are called jimmies. Because Jimmie is a nickname for James. And James is a person. Not a sprinkle. Maybe because you can find a James within every race? And when you have multi-colored sprinkles, they should be called Jimmies? I don't know any brown people named Jimmie.
thats me during finals
Oh, during finals week, I had the opportunity to sit down with my fellow bloggers at a lunch thing and we had good times. We also had good food. It was pretty cool because all the guys and Kelly Cross sat on one side (We drafted Kelly) and all the girls sat on the other. And Big Boehm and Mr. Greg were the heads of table. That was fun. Bloggers, we must do that more often.
Anyways, here's a life lesson for all you future collegers. The worst part about packing to go home is unpacking. Packing to go home usually takes a day or two of hectic putting everything togetherness and once you get home, that stuff sits around forever! Well, I shall leave you with a hearty leaving.
Don't forget to floss
