Jiminy Crickets!  I can't believe Paul McCartney can still rock it out like that... on Helter Skelter too!  Craziness.  He's not my favorite Beatle but man, that was cool.   

Something at work got me thinking about mechanical pencils.  They always bring a warm feeling to my heart.  Call me a nerd, but I love mechanical pencils.  They're so endearing.  I remember the constant search for the perfect one.  Some of them squeaked when you wrote.  Some of them jammed too often.  Some of them had a way of making your lead break too easily.  You had to make sure you had the right lead on hand to refill.  Either .7mm or .5mm.  Haha.  You gotta love it. 

I also remember how there was a period of time when I wasn't sure if I could use them for scantron type tests because you know they tell you to get the #2's ready.  But once you figured out mechanical pencils work fine it was game... however, if you're not quick with the hands, you'll lose time filling in the circles since the lead is much thinner in a mechanical pencil.  The good thing about the thin lead is that it increases accuracy.  The other downside to the mechanical pencil is that the erasers at the tip are absolute crap because they last as long as the flavor of Korean gum.  That's the reason why you need the perfect companion... the clic eraser. 

This train of thought led me to think about pencil cases.  Now that was a symbol of status.  You had to have a cute one.  The OG is the old long, thick plastic ones with the puffy plastic pads on both sides.  The "high tech" ones had the buttons that made the sweet extras pop out from every which way.  Ha ha... the good old elementary school days.  Then there were the metal ones with one or two tiers.  The dawn of the new age came with the invention of cloth material zipped cases.  I saw one at Coach the other day that made me think that if I were in junior high/high school right now, owning that one would be the shiz.  However I came to the conclusion that my glee would be fleeting because someone would have jacked it anyway.  That was the fate of most of my cute pencil cases. 

Of course this was back in the days when the perfect writing utensil was absolutely crucial to your schoolwork.  Once you stopped caring, your supply of cool pencils/pens started to dwindle, and before you knew it, you walked to class with only a notebook and a trusty cheap pen in hand.

Man, I could go on and on in this train of thought... I haven't even gotten to highlighters, rulers and the motherlode... pen white out. 

I had the best time ever at Vegas... can't go wrong with unlimited crab legs. 

Oh my goodness...  Mr. Darcy is H.O.T.  The dude who plays him is not as hot as just himself, but when he's in character as Mr. Darcy, crapola, he's H.O.T.  Keira Knightly isn't as pretty in this movie, but just as well, she wasn't supposed to prettier than Jane.  I realize this post will mean absolutely nothing to any guy who happens to set eyes on this post.  F.Y.I. to all you lonely men out there... get an English accent and you will immediately be atleast 2 times more attractive than you really are.  Danny would say that a chick with a British accent is that much more hot too.

DAMMIT, I think I'm getting sick.  I had a sore throat for about a week and a half and I thought I had finally licked it on Saturday when I was a lazy butt the whole day and was in a lying down state practically the whole day.  Sunday I woke up feeling good.  Today I felt pretty good, maybe a little bit stuffed up in the sinuses, but that's not out of the ordinary.  Then I get to work and the nose starts to run, and I just sneezed out some rice (part of my lunch).  The nose is the first thing to go when I get a cold.  My boss is gonna cry. 

Proof that Danny loves me:

Yesterday evening, Danny and I were both on our computers doing various web related activities.  He suddenly bursts out laughing and tells me that Paris Hilton got in a car accident and one of the passengers in the car was Talan (from MTV's Laguna Beach fame).  The proof lies in the fact that 1) he pays enough attention to the stuff that I watch to know who the hell Talan is; 2) He thought it noteworthy to let me know about this latebreaking news.

On the subject of dreams (inspired by skwrl)...  the following is a dream that I've dreamt on numerous occasions, oftentimes when I'm sick and on the verge of my fever breaking.  This version is the most vivid and crazy:

So, I'm an elf at Santa's village and I'm doing my thing on the assembly line, making toys and what not.  Suddenly something goes wrong and the toys start dumping on me.  It's slow at first and it gets faster and faster.  It gets too fast for me to push them away or off me.  Before I know it I'm under a sky-high pile of toys.  The weight becomes unbearable and even before the fear of death from smothering hits me, I realize that I must be dead under all these toys.  But even from this dead state, I'm aware of this awesome pressure that's weighing down on my now completely flattened body. 

I wake up from this dream completely sweating and tired.  But after that, I'm usually on the path to wellness.

Excuse my Harry Potter ignorance (for I have yet to read any one of the books), but dude, Harry's love interest in the new movie is an asian chick?  Whoa.  Her pet better not be a dragon... and she had better not be a prodigy of sword fighting or some crap like that. 

Can you believe the thunder and lightening we had last night?  It kept me awake all night.  I could see the flash of lightening with my eyes closed.  Then a few seconds later the immense rumbling would keep me awake further.  It's cool to actually have some kind of weather here, but dude am I tired. 

Holy cow.  Laguna Beach is so freaking hilarious.  Can't wait for the next episode.  Seriously.