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Whoa, whoa, whoa! The year of the Tiger is almost over. Groooowwwwwlllll.

Here's some stuff I learned this year (yes, this is in order of relevancy to my life):

1. Eminem doesn't suck anymore.

2. The only reason I have gotten as far as I have in my educational endeavors is because I have awesome social skills.

3. I am terrible at selling clothes. (Sorry dad, but my poor retail experience could mean I wouldn't make a very good realtor. Please let the Super Sales Center down easily for me.) 

4. Realtor is not spelled 'realator'.

5. I love bears and people who have abnormal and creepy obsessions with them. Thank you Grizzly Man.

6. Somewhere deep down inside I wish I could be in a glee club.

7. Taylor Swift is the new Alanis Morissette. Except her angry girl songs are about Joe Jonas rather than Joey Gladstone. 

8. Oprah cries when you ask her if she is a lesbian.

9. Miley Cyrus wasn't joking when she said she likes to party (preferably with a bong in tow) in the USA.

10. Bart and I are Snookie and J Woww. . . just a little bit less tan.

But in all seriousness, this year has been a year to remember. I moved to San Francisco, learned how to do my own laundry (thanks bart), and discovered how delicious sushi is. In addition to this, I have the weirdest friends, family, and boyfriend in the world, and due to my fascination with all things weird... I really couldn't ask for anything better.

Never trust a man with two first names

It's finals week and while everyone is complaining about getting sick (which seems to be a popular trend right before taking these ridiculous tests) all I can think about is one thing... Michael Scott is leaving The Office. 


As I sit on the bus on my way to school everyday I try to memorize what spectroscopic parallaxes are and why the mass luminosity relationship is somehow relevant enough to my life that I need to understand it. But as I am studying these foreign concepts I can't help but wonder what will become of Michael Scott?! I have a few theories. But the worst one if this:
Michael Scott and Steve Carrell morph into the same entity and this duo of only one existing body goes on to make "Evan Almighty Part 2", or even worse "Get Smart 2". This abomination would ruin all faith I have in comedy entertainment... But thank God, Buddha, Zeus, or whoever the hell I am supposed to be thanking that this particular outcome is THE absolute worst case scenario. Therefore, I am choosing to remain optimistic.


I will end this here with some remarkable words from a true hero:
~~In Memorium of Michael Scott (2005-2010)~~


>> "I love inside jokes, I'd love to be a part of one someday."
>> "There is such thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown."
>> (To Toby Flenderson) "Why are you the way that you are? Honestly, every time I try to do something fun... or exciting, you make it not that way. I hate... so much about the things that you choose to be."
>> "You don’t call retarded people retards. It’s bad taste. You call your friends retards ... when they’re acting retarded."
>> "Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

Also: "Would you guys still be my friends if I pierced my nipples?" -Billy Bixler

One of dem damn blogs

There is no reason for me to be creating this "blog" right now. The only real reason I can think of for doing it is because there are too many thoughts in my head and I would like to make some room in this potentially expanding cranium of mine for some knowledge. Ideally, I wish I could have whatever the hell it was that Dumbledore had in Harry Potter 4 (I think it was 4?) where he could dump his old, less important memories into some cauldron (I think it was a cauldron?), and then keep them there until he decided he wanted to reminisce (I think that was the reason?). Ahhh but see, this is my point exactly, the little details I would like to have stored and remembered are seeping through the fissures (SAT word) of this silly, absurd, and usually outlandish mind of mine.

However, it is taking everything inside of me to actually follow through with posting this. I don't really want to create this blog because pretty much everyone who has one of these is somewhere between moderate to full blown pretentious douchebag, and that isn't really a description I am looking to identify with. I mean seriously, it is hardly any better than a formspring... Ha ha ha, formsprings....

Okay but anyways, I guess I will do it because although I am not pretentious (I don't really drink PBR) I am definitely a douche bag. (I drink a lot of Natty Light). So ya.

Super Days!
Ku.

P.S. Sorry for the overwhelming amount of parentheses I used in this post.

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(I'm not really sorry).