Going to the Percentage

So. I'm sitting here, casted and hungry.

Casted because my arm (as I've mentioned before) is still swollen. Recent information suggests that it was some sort of bug bite. I don't know. All I know is, it was there, and now it's not.

Hungry because my stomach seems to have expanded in the last week and I eat like a starving wolf. I think it's the hints of spring that are bringing it out.

o.O

My arm is starting to burn.

I've written a five page poem describing my dream house.

It doesn't rhyme.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've written a free-form poem.

Let's see. I'm a little dissapointed that Fine Arts falls on an Angel Food day this year. Again.

I've just polished off four hot dogs.

I have a song on my iPod titled "Si, Madame."

By Julio Iglesias.

I love my iPod.

The snow is melting. I wish it had snowed more. Past my head!

Ha! I was watching Man vs. Wild last night, and he was talking about a tarantula that he later ate for breakfast, telling us about its "urticating hairs"... the way I remember what it was is because he said, "You can remember that, because it 'urts'."

:D

I love that show.

I love a lot of things.

But I also hate a lot of things.

Like how these blogs are pointless and who reads this, anyway?

Except for people like me.

Which is about .00375% of the population.

Ok. I go now.