Nothing going on. I should be reading or writing, but I'm sitting and blogging. The majority of yesterday and today have been anticlimactic. Yesterday, class, home, work. Today work, home, work.
Last night's SHITFEST of an American Idol was the only excitement 'round our house. My cousin and his wife and three kids came over to the house to pick up a loaner vehicle while his is in the shop. They had to come over during American Idol. While I was in the room with the TV, turned up to what should've been a decent listening level, the kids (14, 10, and 6) took it upon themselves to be obnoxious and limit my ability to enjoy the shittiness of last night's show. I only partially enjoyed the shittiness of Kelly Pickler, ManDIVA(*so* clever...haw-haw), Ace, Taylor, Lisa Tucker, Chris, and someone else, I think. I got enough to realize it was BAD last night, but I didn't truly appreciate most of the badness until the replays.
I just can't help but wonder, does Bucky's mom secretly giggle to herself that she named him THAT name, and he can eat corn through a picket fence?
Listening: "American Girl"...Counting Crows