Just a really great title that I just now thought of all by myself

I love Dali.

Oh, March. Not that your name is March or anything...unless it IS March. Um. (In that case, I'm sorry for any future or previous offense of any kind. Eh...or maybe just confusion. Hey, March, your name is on a calendar, you know. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm so funny.)
Overall, I really dislike March. This is because March comes after February which means February ends, and February is a month that I happen to like because it's still kind of cold. March is when it starts to warm up. March is when girls break out the short-shorts. March reminds me that A) I have successfully said "March" way too many times in a single post and it's now redundant and you're most likely annoyed yet you're still reading this. March. B) Although I do enjoy the aroma of sunscreen, summer is near which means hot weather, sweat in awkward places, unusual tans, annoying girls everywhere, and not enough proper grammar. w3 @ll tlk liek dis @ll d4h tiiM3!! Y0!!1! and C) It's less than one month away from my birthday. April 1st. April Fools Day. I'm not going to make a joke about that. I was actually initially born on two holidays: Good Friday as well as April Fools. It counts. 123456789....yeah. Anyways, I'll be 17 and I still don't have my license and about 10 PEOPLE HAVE TOLD ME THAT THIS IS OKAY SO YOU JUST SHUT YOUR *&^%$*^#@@#$@&*(((#@!#^#~~@^*&@@*)+_)#!%^ MOUTH!!! I haven't had any kind of opportunity to drive in a very long while because I keep getting home at approximately 10 to 11 at night. My mother, who has RA, can't really teach me at 10 to 11 at night. We're both exhausted and that's when she does her coupon-clipping. I can't take ANY time away from her coupon-clipping or everyone will die and we'll all have to stare at ugly ordinary goldfish for the rest of our lives instead of supposedly mean Beta fish even though we're all apparently dead. Just go with it. I leave at 9:30ish in the morning and I can't really do any driving before that because I'm probably sleeping or near sleep. You've probably narrowed it down to weekends by now. EXCEPT THOSE NEVER WORK EITHER BECAUSE MY MOM WORKS THEN TOO (most of the time at least). So I get Melissa to teach me on the weekends when it fits both of our schedules. That's not too often, and that's why I don't have my license. Deal. So yeah. March. :/

Iron Chef anyone? (Not the American suckish version) WHHHAAAAAAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS AND YOU WANT ME TO ENLIGHTEN YOU AND TALK A LOT ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE IT SSSSOOOOO MUUUCHHHH?! OH, DEAR, YOU ARE A MESS! A MESS, I SAY! Well, I guesssssssssss I could. (Dear? Really? o.O)
Iron Chef is a fantastic Japanese cooking show that comes on Food Network in case you want to watch it now that I've recommended it (Which you should. Watch it.) It's also fun to make fun of but not in a "HAHAHAHA WHAT A STUPID SHOW I'M COOL HEY HAHAHAHA" way if you catch my drift. In a somewhat short summary, the show is pretty much a timed competition in which skilled chefs battle around one theme ingredient. Typically a challenger is paired with an Iron Chef specializing in either Japanese, Chinese, French, or Italian. (Although, it appears on television that the challenger picks his opponent on the spot, it's planned beforehand.) The two chefs have exactly one hour to construct a tasty multi-course meal so that the talkative judges don't starve and all that jazz. (They serve as narrators for the entire show. Awesome sauce. Sauce. Hehe. I'm not lame.) The judges determine which chef was better at using the key ingredient, and there's a winner, and yay. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mhAPrBddfM&feature=related Because apparently no one watches the videos I post ON my blog. It's just my extremely interesting words they read and ponder for hours afterward.

And a day has past since I typed out the previous paragraph and yes, I know this tends to happen frequently. If I cared, it probably wouldn't. Just a hunch.
And now something I care even less for, The AB[insert Harry Potter birthmark here]hancer.

I would like someone to explain this to me. All I can get out of it is "WTF?" Actually that's a lie. I get this too in a slightly nasal, southern announcer voice: "It's the AB Hancer! As not seen on TV! And guess what, ladies and gentlemen! That's right! Not only does it 'dramatically enhance abs', but It doubles as a BBQ grill, a giant fly-swatter, AND a disciplinary device that you can use on naughty children! Take one home today! Or not!" I think the only reason that thing exists, if it DOES exist, is so that my eyes can get wider. And everyone else is laughing at it. So there yah go.

Me- "WTF?! O.O"
Everyone else- "LOL!!!!! LMAO WITH EXTRA MAYO!! [I'm not lame]"
Me- "IF YOU WANT ABS THEN WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WORK OUT?!"
Everyone else- "Hahahaha that's not even REAL! HA!"
Me- I just....don't understand. Why does this exist...."
Everyone else- "It's still funny! Hahahahahaha!!
*3 years later the AB Hancer is forgotten*
Everyone- "I really love this shake weight. It gives me such a great work out."
...
Me- "My ear is cold. :)"
Everyone else- "Hey, Becca, remember that AB Hancer? Hahaha that was soooooooooo funny."
Me- "DON'T EVEN BRING THAT UP! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
*The AB Hancer is remembered, put back um on the market, and everyone dies because of some toxic unknown substance that is found on its "lightweight" bars.*

You know what? Some day I'm just going to take a black sharpie, and after sniffing it for about 13 minutes, I'm going to draw some awesome abs on my awesome abdomen. Then, I will take a dozen pictures from obscure angles. "BUT, BECCA, WHO WILL YOU TAKE THEM FROM?" I'm not lame. I will capture myself, and my fake abs, in photography. We shall see who laughs then. No one. Because I won't upload any of those pictures to the internet...because it's most likely been done before. "YEAH, BECCA, PEOPLE UPLOAD PICTURES ALL THE TIME TO THE INTERNET." I'm not...never mind. http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/demotivational-posters-fake-abs.jpg

Silly, Chiffons. Rhyming isn't repeating that word you just used a short while ago. When will you learn? You won't! You don't make music any more! Oh, Canada. Siiiiigh. I've been on iTunes all day while I type out notes that I forget to send yet again, and read annoying emails, and almost faint like 5 times because I stand up too fast or I don't take important vitamins because my mom forgets to buy them, and cool stuff like that. 'Cause I'm cool. Forget I said that. Well, I've had iTunes on shuffle and interesting things always happen when I do that. Granted, 5 out of 10 songs are always going to be from either broadways, Disney movie soundtracks, or stuff I listened to in the 4th grade. Everything else is random weird stuff or music I normally listen to. Although, I do frequently listen to some broadways, and Disney songs... WHY AM I STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS. I forgot my original point. There was probably a weird song that came on. I was probably going to post a link to it so you could join in on the weirdness but you wouldn't listen to it anyway so it's okay that I forgot. Eh.

I'm losing it.....
Losing it.....
Lost it.

I'm going to have so many typos in this. I can just feel it.

Waffles in the other hand...