ANYWAY. I have been inseparable from Macaroni since it has come into my life, and it is simply another excuse to procrastinate from the few things I need to get done. I also go out of my way to do daily tasks on Macaroni. (By the way, if you haven't caught on, Macaroni is its name. I haven't genderized it yet, but it has a name.) For example, today, while upstairs at boy's house, I had a notebook and pen out to begin writing a What-to-Bring List for our trip to Spain, then excitedly threw it down and ran downstairs so that I could use Macaroni. I also used it to type a list of my graduation gifts and who they were from. I proceeded to go out of my way to figure out how to get the program I was using to tally up the total amount of grad cash. It would have taken me two seconds on say, a calculator, or even in my head. But, being the stubborn being that I am, I insisted on "getting to know" this new program. Because everyone knows you need iWork's Numbers program for art school. I'm only preparing myself.
Boy is singing with his Michael Jackson voice. When Boy sings particularly obnoxious songs, he has a greater tendency to loop them. Out loud. They get progressively more annoying as he repeats them. Especially Michael Jackson. He throws in more "Ka-Chow!"s and "UH!"s as he goes. It's super great. Oh, wait, now he's talking in his gay man voice, and commenting on how "cute" the rooms on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition are. Yes, this is my chosen mate folks.
HEY! I know what I can do! I'll take a picture on Macaroni!!
I know, it's beautiful. I'd make a great model with that face. Well, I think I'm done with this, seeing as I'm pretty sure I fell asleep doing it.
