Today's Track : No Doubt - Running

I'm watching Much More music right now and Shania Twain is singing "It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing" and I imagine this song has something to do with emphysema. Now here's an artist that is extremely diverse. Not only can she sing about love but she can also sing about medical conditions. I suspect there's also a reference to the Canadian health system in there. I can tell she's proud to be Canadian. I'm proud to know that she's Canadian. And I'm sure Canadians are proud to know that her and I are Canadians. Yay Canada! Actually Yay Canada! what the original national anthem was titled but the conservatives thought it was a little too gung ho. They didn't want to upstage our shy and modest neighbours to the South.
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So I bought a PDA off of Spooner yesterday. I'm adding a whole new dimension to my life. It's called organization. I'm going to compartmentalize everything. Yes that's it, compartmentalize! That will be my new motto. If anyone asks me what I'm scribbling on my Palm Tungsten T, I'll tell them I'm "compartmentalizing". That has a much better ring than, "playing electronic scrabble". Also much better than, "getting my ass handed to me by the computer scrabble player".
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Last weekend I got home late and I forgot my key. I believe it's the 2nd time I've done that in about a month. The first time I had to wake up my mom and she wasn't too pleased. Attempting to avoid that awkward sequence of events again I did the next logical thing. I took the cheese buns Sonia baked for me and started chucking them at my sister's bedroom window. A sheer stroke of genius on my part. Until the buns got caught up on the ledge of her window, with her still snoring away. I had to wake up my mom again. She was a bit peeved again. Next time I'll have to ask Sonia to bake some buns with a little more bounce to them.
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Clay Aiken looks like an elf. A singing elf. An annoying singing elf.
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There's something completely erotic about female soccer players hitting balls with their heads and chest. There's something completely not erotic about them kicking balls though. I think that makes the net erotic worth of women's soccer neutral. This is in contrast to women's volleyball, which has a net positive erotic worth. They're in tight shorts, high socks and volleying balls back and forth between each other. It doesn't get much more erotic than that. Women's badminton definitely has a net negative erotic worth. They're smacking the hell out of those shuttlecocks. With a foreign object nonetheless! They smack them so hard that they have to change shuttlecocks several times in a match. It's like, "Hey, we're all done smacking the shit out of this shuttlecock. Who's shuttlecock is next?" Not mine that's for sure.