MadelineAwesome

pale is good. pale is beautiful and generally not very cancerous. i dont know about other pale people, but i’m pretty much stoked that my skin wont look like worn leather when i’m 60.

 drew from toothpastefordinner.com once again manages to sum up one of my philosophies in less than a complete sentence.

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there are lots of amazingly beautiful pale celebrities. to name a few: nicole kidman, julienne moore, cillian murphy, kate winslet, dakota fanning…okay so she’s like 9 years old. whatever. she’s pale and i was running out of ideas.

the point is, shuttup and quit hating on my people who go tanning on their lunchbreaks. i’d rather not pay for cancer. thanks. 

Being a Chicagoan, of course I’m disheartened by the fact that they Bears lost the super bowl. If only it all could have been over after those first amazing 14 seconds of the game. But it wasn’t over. And they lost. But people keep asking, “why did they lose!?” Well, I have the answer. It’s because the Colts scored more points and defended their end zone better. “How could they have won?!” well, the bears scored fewer points. Duh. On my drive to school this morning, every radio station was ripping apart every play and player looking for a scapegoat. One station asked listeners to call in and tell who they blamed for the loss. I had to restrain myself from calling in and saying “well. It’s the colts’s fault. They scored too many points.” I wasn’t scared off by the thought of getting chewed out by the DJ as well as the hundreds of people who would call in later and say it was all Rex Grossman’s fault, I was only restraining myself because it is dangerous to use your cell phone while driving. This has been a public service announcement by MadelineAwesome.

Sometimes when i think about a word too much it loses all of its meaning. Does this ever happen to you? I remember it happing to me all the time when i was younger. I’d be in a car and i’d just start saying as word and thinking about it. Fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork fork. Each time i said it it would lose a little more of its coherence. It would turn into something like ork’f ork’f ork’f. k’for k’for k’for k’for. And it would get to the point where i wouldnt be sure what the actual word was in the first place. I dont know. maybe you didnt spend your child hood pondering the linguistics of arbitrary words.