OKAY! Since I've done a ton of bookdays and no updates I might as well tell you about some of them now. I'll keep it "short" so you don't get "bored."

I will also keep track of days by stating what day NUMBER it is.

Day 113: Watch a movie starting with 'F' day. The book provides me with a list of movies that start with 'F.' I must say, a LOT of bad movies start with the letter 'F.' Here are some examples: Fabulous Baker Boys, The, Fabulous Dorseys, The, Fabulous Fleischer, The. Seriously, what's the deal with the "fabulous (insert name here)" movies? They must have been, well, FABULOUS. I ended up watching Fargo. Why? It's an enjoyable movie and those accents just drive me CRAZY, doncha know? Actually, they just make me giggle like a little school girl shopping for her first training bra.

Day 114: Tattoo a banana day! Man this day was fun! The hardest part about this day was finding out what to tattoo onto the banana. Do I tattoo a banana on the banana for a cool dual mirror effect? Do I tattoo a face onto my banana to give it some personality? Do I tattoo muscles on it so people would be afraid of it? You know, like "bite me and I'll fucking kick your ass you banana eating shitface." I just didn't know! What did I come up with? Well, you'll have to wait until I upload the picture, next week. Hopefully.

Day 115: Above the Law pass day. The book provided me with an "above the law pass" which makes me "immune to arrest and prosecution for violation of any civil and/or criminal laws in countries signatory to the Bamako Protocol 1973." I just hope this country is signatory to the Bamako Protocol 1973. If it isn't, everything I say/type from here on out is a complete lie and I cannot be prosecuted in any possible form. The book told me to break a law, so I did. I ran a red light. Yeah, it's a sissy crime but I'm too nice to do anything horrible. I was driving around pretty late and I came up to a red light. I remembered about the day. Patted my pocket with the Above the Law pass. Looked around to make sure NO ONE was around and then I sped on through! I AM A REBEL!

Day 116: Siesta day. My favorite day so far. I took a siesta from 11am to 3pm. That's it. Awesome.

In other news: I'm applying to Chili's on Monday. I'm also trying to find a way to apply to the new Petsmart opening by my house! I can be a Petsmart pal! I already have a slogan picked out. "Be Smart. Be Petsmart." I also have a slogan for Chili's if I get the job there. It goes something like this: "Chili's. No we aren't owned by a chili nor are we owned by a man named Chili. The apostrophe is just there. GET OVER IT!"

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Ray Charles: Hard Times (No One Knows Better Than I)

My mother told me
'Fore she passed away
Said son when I'm gone
Don't forget to pray

'Cause there'll be hard times
Lord those hard times
Who knows better than I?

Well I soon found out
Just what she meant
When I had to pawn my clothes
Just to pay the rent

I had a woman
Who was always around
But when I lost my money
She put me down

Lord, one of these days
There'll be no more sorrow
When I pass away

And no more hard times
No more hard times
Yeah, yeah, who knows better than I?

The word of the day is: HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT. Before I go on with this post let me give you a brief background of my history with bees:
- Six years old. Playing in my friend's, Steven, front yard. I step on a bee (by accident) and receive my first sting.
- Seven years old. I'm at a soccer tournament that my brother is playing in. I have to go to the bathroom. A yellowjacket flies into my jacket while i'm running to the bathroom. At least I get to go to the bathroom before it viciously stings my left arm 4 times.
- Eight years old. My family is walking along the railroad tracks by the creek by my house. We all hear this scary buzzing and then we notice we are very close to a bee's nest and they don't seem to like that. They swarm at us and we all start to run, except my Dad. He stays behind and the bees start to sting him over and over and eventually just go away. I don't remember if he was hospitalized or not (i only know the part about my dad because my mom told me, i just remember running away).

That's about it. Ever since then I've tried my best to stay the hell away from bees. I'm afraid of them now. The little winged terrors.

Now on to the events of today.

I decide to go over to my Dad's house to do some swimming. Everything seems fine and dandy, but when I get into the kitchen I hear a *buzz buzz*. At first I wasn't too alarmed. I saw a bee struggling against the window like it was dying/dying to get out. Given my past with bees I decide to kill it. *Smack* with a newspaper and it goes down for the count. That is when I hear a LOT more buzzing coming from the living room. I cautiously make my way into the living room and look to my left where the window to the backyard is. The blinds are drawn so all I see is a hundred silouhettes of angry bees dancing along the blinds. Needless to say I'm pretty freaked out, especially because they were IN THE HOUSE. "AH HOLY SHIT!" I'm thinking. In my last moments in the house before I run out of there like a little baby, I write a note to my dad and leave it on the kitchen counter (the kitchen had only that one bee so it seemed like a relatively safe area). THEN I hear MORE buzzing. I look at the other window in the living room and that's crawling with them too! I don't remember if I screamed or anything, but I probably did. I hate bees.

I run out of the house to my car. Yep. Holy shit. They were on my car too. I open the car door and close it as fast as I possibly can and drive back to my Mom's. No bee's there! Well... except for one that must have snuck in under my clothes. After about five minutes of relaxing here (my Mom's) I feel a sharp pain on my leg. I freak out (naturally) and take my pants off faster than a virgin on prom night. I see this little piece of crap bee fall down with half of it's ass stuck in my leg. Great. Thanks a lot you little fucker bee.

ADDED TO MY HISTORY WITH BEES:
- Twenty years old. Bees swarm in my dad's house. I freak out. They swarm on my car. I drive to my mom's where one stings me on my thigh.

Oh, and have any of you heard a swarm of angry bees before? It's horrifying. It makes it hard to think and scares the crap out of me. I never want to hear it again :(

hello people. i'm going to see Troy today. Here's hoping that i like it!

it's long though... and i'm tired. I hope i don't fall asleep :-o