dum dadi do

Remember when they made green ketchup? I couldn't handle that time in my life.

rain.

So, this morning, I am running on time, which is fairly unusual since I'm always late, and it's raining a little bit. And instead of walking back upstairs to get my rain boots- because it's raining when I go outside- I just decide to stick it out since my flats match my outfit better.

I'm jogging up some steps-- for no particular reason since, again, I'm running on time-- AND I LOOSE MY SHOE. I mean, it doesn't go down into the sewer or anything, but it does come off and go down a few steps, and I stepped into a puddle. The guy behind me was all, "Uh-oh, you lost that." Because I hadn't noticed or anything when I said, "Ahhh, my shoe." Instead of being embarassed though, my first thought was "Man, this totally going in my blog."

Blogs are the place for pointless stories.

type. type. type.

Now that I have a blog, I feel like I should update it a lot with really significant posts.

The problem is that I don't have anything significant to say.

The keyboards in the computer lab at school are really loud. It's like I'm making the sound effects for a stampede in a Western.