There is no way to title this satisfactorily

  *Yaaaawn* Saturday morning at last! Work for this week is over, and I can now chill and do nothing. Or maybe get together with some friends, I dunno. Whatever it is I will do, it will certainly not include research, anyway. Right now I have Human by The Killers stuck in my head (which I am totally fine with, by the way). Oh Killers, you are always welcome in my brain. Thus far (on this fine summer morning) I have read part of my book for school (How to Read Literature Like a Professor-me gusta), played Minecraft (got two blocks worth of diamonds!!!!), and eaten food. Because food is amazing.      
  Also, I decided to do something. In the comments, post some questions (whatever they be, please write them in english...) and at the end of each post I'm going to ask you one. Either you can just think about it, or you can write your answers. It could be interesting. It doesn't have to be a really meaningful/creative question. It could just be something you've been curious about, or something like: a.) if you could have one extremely minor superpower (i.e: the ability to explode pecans with your mind, the ability to pull the exact change out of your pocket every time, perfect skin- yes, that is absolutely a superpower) what would it be, and how would it be useful to you? b.) if you could design a hot air balloon, what would it look like? or c.) Who is/are your favorite youtube star(s)? See, its not that hard (actually, you can just look up questions online...). *insert insurance commercial guy voice* It's that easy.
  Moving on! Yesterday, I was on the phone with Iris for about 40 minutes. Why so long? We were playing the iPod question game and comparing answers. For those of you who do not know what this game is, you basically put your iPod on shuffle, ask it a question, and skip to the next song. That song's title is the answer to your question. Easy enough. So, Iris looked up a bunch of questions to ask online, and we spent the entire time either laughing or in deep thought about our answers. Here are some of my favorites (in answer to my questions): Q; What do your friends think about you? A; Keep it Gay (from the Producers soundtrack). Q; What is your best friend's theme song? A; Star Wars (John Williams Is The Man) a cappella tribute medley. This is my life. 


Question of the post: If you could have one extremely minor superpower, what would it be, and how would it be useful to you?

YML:
Youtube-
Everything that has been made by Rhett and Link

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Randomness is my life.

  This post is probably going to be very random overall, so brace yourself. Both yesterday and today I worked at my dad's office, working on a project. I had to do a TON of research yesterday, but today I got to move on, so it's a little more interesting. Anyway, while researching, I came upon this information: Fifty-six percent of American workers have saved less than $25,000 for
retirement, and 46% have saved less than $10,000. One: this is really a sad thing. Two: the first thing I thought after seeing this was 'gosh darn it, I'm part of the 46% percent'. Why can I never be completely serious about anything (except when I am completely serious)? Also, while taking a break, I looked up random facts. Apparently, the longest non-scientific word in the english language is flocci­nauci­nihili­pili­fication. It comes from a latin word (not sure which) and it basically means nothing (ironic, isn't it? One of the longest ever words literally means nothing...).  I pondered this for a while. After my break, my sister and I ate lunch and went home.  I headed on over to the orthodontist after chilling for a bit, and  sat still through painful procedures and people sticking things in my mouth. As a reward, my mom took me over to a thrift store and I bought 8 VHS tapes (LOVE) and a t-shirt that has movie spoilers written all over it (i.e: it says "Snape killed Dumbledore [Harry Potter]," and "299 die [300]," and "The kid's therapist is a ghost [Sixth Sense]."). It amuses me. It amuses my brother too, as a matter of fact. Ha, just re-read this. It kinda makes little-to-no sense... ah, well. I'm tired, so I have an excuse. Actually, no I don't, because I'm always tired. Instead of making excuses, I shall go now and read Fairy Tale. Please entertain yourself with this picture known as 'Sarah Jessica Parker Looks Like a Foot' 

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Can't think of a title...

  Well, Seussical is over. So sad. It was kind of amazing though :3 Iris came to see the first show, and she got to sleep over afterwords :D It's funny, whenever she sleeps over, we never (well, I say never. More like mostly not. But if we do, its usually to make fun of it...) talk about 'normal' girly things like makeup or shoes or the latest thing that happened wherever or blah. Pretty much the entire time we talked about Mickey Mouse vs. Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. This was because a.) Iris is obsessed, and b.) I happened to be wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt and she was wearing an Oswald one. We were also both wearing plaid pants that were the same color. This was not planned. And I changed first, you can't say I wore it because she did. SO THERE.

  Moving on from that, I am now watching the diving part of the olympics. It impresses me. Its my second favorite sport that shows in the summer olympics (to watch, not to play). My first is Gymnastics, but I haven't seen that yet. It's recorded, so I didn't just miss it altogether (thank goodness!!). I'm sort of paying attention, sort of not.  Ah, well. I can't just abandon my blog, can I? I'm not going to ignore it just to watch the olympics.......maybe. We'll see.

  Iris also signed me up to Pottermore while she was over. It's kind of addicting, but I wouldn't notice too much if I just kind of never played it again. Not that I hate it, its just Minecraft is waaay more addicting (I put in 3 a's to make it seem like I was stretching the word out). I feel like I should make this post lengthy and interesting, but I'm just not up to it. Here, have the Bohemian Rhapsody to make up for it.


BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
by Queen


Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, 
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, 
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to 
me, to me

Mama, 
I just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger 
now he's dead
Mama... life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mamaaaaa oooh, 
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all 
the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mamaaaaa oooh, (Away the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(Guitar solo)

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the 
Fandango?! 

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening 
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/q/queen-lyrics/bohemian-rhapsody-lyrics.html ]
me!
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo 
Galileo, Figaro - magnifico 

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismilah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go 
(Let me go)(Never) Never let you go
(Let me go) Never let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, 
for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So you think you can stop me and spit in my 
eye?!?!
So you think you can love me and leave me to 
die?!?!
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta 
here!

(Guitar solo)

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me...

Anyway the wind blows...