my font is too girly for talking about baseball

Today was a rainy day. Kinda... Not.

It was a beautiful afternoon, but it started raining after dinner..... When I was going to go run.

Story of my life.

I have plans to do something and it always rains on my parade.

I hate repeating things. I like to know that people are actually listening to me. So, when people ask me what I said, I know that they weren't listening. I make a point to only say things once. It's like a test to see if people are actually listening to me.

Something I forgot to add to my list of things in my last blog, which is a weird thing to do because that part right there was the main point of the last one.

Anyways!

Song of the Day!!

OK GO - What To Do?

Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye...
Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door.
On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes,
cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.

What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.

When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much
less pretty
but the mirror's never failed you like this before.
So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls
and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more.
(and more and more and more...)

What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do?

When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear
that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose.
It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of
Amsterdam (Pamplona, too),
but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their
lows.
Now nobody knows

what to do.
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do?

Final Thoughts!:

Joey Heredia is a bonafide genius.

Yeah, so much for being a chicken. By the looks of it, I haven't got a chance to be a chicken.

I'm done now.