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I was doing my daily singing like a retard as always and since no one was in the house, I started to sing really REALLY loud. Soon afterwards, maybe about thirty minutes, my next door neighboor turns on the outside light and steps outside in his coat. Now I'm freaking out that he might see me, so I slip away and stop screaming out bad notes, rofl.

Now I'm wondering if he went outside to see what the heck that noise was or just checking up on his dog. Either way, I'm sure he heard me. Kinda embarresed, expecially since I'm no way near Micheal Jacksons girlish pitches. Not to point out that my voice carries and I sound like Edith off of All in the Family. Ok, not quiet but I can do the impression!

Nothing new today, other than watching K-State kick the Cyclones out of their own wind tunnel by 10 points. It was such a joy as I stood up, screaming: "IN YOUR PANTS IN YOUR PANTS!! WOOOOH!" Yes, my godfather gave me the look that Peter gives Brian while doing the PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME dance. "Wonderful bliss, may I say dear chap, wonderful bliss."

The snow came down nicely today and I hope it just carries on untill Monday. If there's going to be 6 inches of snow, it better be school-is-cancled 6 inches of snow or my name isn't Mel Gibson with a T.

Sadly, it will stop tommorow morning and all we can do is hope and pray that the street cleaners turn up in a strange and mysterous accident that prevents their vehicles to run properly. If I could hire Sherlock Holmes to do the dirty work, I would but all I could get was O.J. Simpson and it turns out that he's behind bars. Matlock is too old for his own good and no one would defrost Walt Disney even if it means school or no school. Pity, really.

If you ever get a chance to watch it's a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World, do it now or you'll miss out on the comedy that means life. Ok, so Ethel Merman isn't exactly an inspiring figure to the picture but she pushes it along wonderfully. You can't go wrong with Spencer Tracy's Sgt. Colepepper either and that British chap is histerical! The ending just makes me break out into giggle syndrome. That's also another thing I watched today, besides the first part of the original Producers, which I may point out is almost exactly like the new one, only Estelle Winwood is a much better Hold me, Touch me.

That's it for today. domokun