lego haircut and polka-dot dress

i was looking over my blog posts, and i realized what a huge nerd i am. this blog mainly consists of me talking about random stuff i read about on wikipedia. how thrilling!

since i have nothing to say, i'm going to ramble. not that i don't ramble all the time anyways, but whatever. i'm listening to seabear right now. they are nice. and they are from iceland. i had a slight obsession with iceland in middle school. i did a project on an icelandic bridge with my friend once, and there was one website on the internet about it. somehow we still got an a. i was listening to that one british band earlier hadouken! and i can't say i was a big fan. but somehow that got me to urban dictionary, which is always sure to make me laugh. i read the definition of an indie person. and it did indeed make me laugh. it confuses me why people always try to label people and fit in a particular stereotype. (i completely realize i called myself a nerd in the first sentence of this post.) but anyways. what if people just did what they wanted to, and didn't worry about whether or not they were cool? life seems to be more interesting like that. although people probably need stereotypes, since we have a need to catagorize stuff and all that sort of thing. oh, i ate guacamole for dinner. it's probably one of my favorite foods. for easter dinner, my mom wanted me to make sugar cookies, and they turned out pretty well. we went on a quest for an egg-shaped cookie cutter, and we couldn't find one. so i bought a butterfly shaped cutter instead. i need to learn some new synonyms for cheesy. i had my first stick shift lesson on saturday, and it went smoothly, for the most part. i drove somewhere today using stick. it was exciting, sort of. i'm bird/cat-sitting for this old couple for a week. they have a very grumpy orange-ish cat named ellie that likes to make odd noises. the bird is named handsome sam, and he also makes odd noises. i sat around their house for awhile, and noticed that the sound of music was on tv. i really like that movie. and it makes me cry everytime. most people i know either love that movie or hate it with a deep burning passion. when i think of hating something with a deep burning passion, i think of john steinbeck's books. i don't understand why people say he's a good writer. he sucks. i should end this on a positive note. i've been reading an andy goldsworthy book, and it's kind of interesting. i like life.