I have some strange attraction to the number 25. I don't understand it so I can't help you with that one.
The month of January I very rarely have an issue with writing the correct date. February I always spend half of the month trying to figure out what year it is every. single. time. I write the date. It's like a mental block or something. Yesterday for the second time this year I found myself about to write '06 instead of '09. What??? So bizarre.
Overheard conversation of the day: "I said, 'God is that a sign that I'm gonna get an A in that class?'" Only if you study, my child. God isn't giving out As for Lent.
Overheard conversation of the week: "NO! Just stupid! Dumb like a jellybean!" Well we DO all know how dumb jelly beans are. Hahahahaha!!
Outfit of the week: Blue Hawaiian shirt, blue Hawaiian shorts (in two different flowered patterns), socks and green and gray tennis shoes. Your closet is so confused.
My feet swing when I sit all the way back in the seats on the bus. I know I'm only 5'1 but this makes me feel like a little person.
The other day I saw this guy having a "stay still and stare" contest with a crane for the entire 60 seconds or so it took me to pass him. He was less than a foot away from the crane. I wonder how long both of them stayed there and who blinked first.