(unrelated: remember that time like yesterday when I said my favourite super was Deadpool? I lied. It's totally Arm Fall Off Boy. Can't believe I forgot.)

I just figured out the reason why Diet Dr. Pepper is my preferred drink instead of Full Fat Dr. Pepper.

It's because I can't stop drinking it it tastes so much better than the diet stuff oh my word sugarsugarsugar also it's the Avengers Special Edition cans and all I'm getting is Thor. SCREW YOU THOR well actually no because you rock and your brother is Gale and you saved everybody on that starship that one time when you were randomly made captain and wow

I should probably stop drinking this stuff but I can keep it down after being sick all day so I'm happy.

Studying is the most boring thing on the planet, so I wrote this for a break. It's crap.

"Fell in Love with a Girl" was the first White Stripes song I ever heard. Not even Seven Nation Army. I listened to it obsessively.
In all fairness, there was a Lego music video attached to it. I'm a sucker for Lego music videos. (kidding!)
I must have been around 9 or 10, and that was the first non-Christian band I actually really listened to. My upbringing was a strict diet of Praise 106.5 and PBS, so I didn't actually know who the Spice Girls were until one of my classmates wore a Mice Girls shirt (which was presumably the height of fashion, not that I would know) and everyone was trying to figure out which of the caricatured mice was Posh or Scary or Sneezy or whoever they are.

My love for the White Stripes comes and goes. I'll listen constantly for 3-4 weeks, then go for a year or two with nothing until a James Bond movie comes out or Jack White does a solo album or I get bored with AC/DC and Queen. I mean, Florence + The Machine and The Black Keys or whoever the indie darlings of the day are. See? I know current music! hah.
I tend to stick with the classics; give me Beatles any day (except not covers of them, eurgh just NO). Freddie Mercury and Kurt Cobain and all that. Don't know where I got it from, since I listened soley to Glenn Miller and Diana Krall and Nat King Cole and Louie Armstrong since in utero.

The point of this is, I'm on a White Stripes kick major bigtime right now and can't wait for Jack's solo album to freaking drop already.

Also I have a strange addiction to albums with an intro song and/or interlude song. Which explains my cocurrent obsession with fun. . Side note: how are you supposed to punctuate when fun. is the name of the band? Would you write "Do you like fun.?" or "Do you like Fun?" The first makes you look unintelligent or inept at punctuation, the second like you're in to some weird stuff and gauging your date's reaction before going further. Though why you'd be communicating via text whilst on a date is beyond me.

That's it. That's the post.

I am woefully lackadaisical when it comes to keeping a diary.
I have one that I've been keeping since around the age of 8. Someone gave it to me for a birthday present. It's weird and too colourful and smells of something I assume to be flowers. At one point, I tried - unsuccessfully - to mask the scent with Brittany Spears perfume, which did nothing more than blur several cursive lines.

My grade eight teacher once described how her diary had secret pages glued in that would flip up. She had secret codes, pseudonyms for various people in her life, and wrote in it as one would write to a person. The clichéd "Dear Diary." I know this because describing it was my sole entry from grade 8. Then I took a break from that exhaustive writing and didn't return until partway through grade ten.

Woefully lackadaisical.

It's funny, then, that I've gone into nursing and fallen in love with charting. Strange for two reasons: 1) I am awful at keeping a written record of my own life, and 2) most people treat charting as a necessary evil. But I love it. I love spending the day with patients who are in the hospital for a reason and writing down everything that happens; a complete, accurate blow-by-blow of their entire day, marked to the minute. You can learn interesting things in that day, things other than what dressings are on their wound or what their IV of normal saline is doing. You learn how they cope with things, how sometimes a distraction in the form of visitors can keep a child from vomiting all day, or how they're reacting to their previously-unknown pregnancy and birth. And it's exciting, being their chronicler, because for that day -- or week, or month -- you know what's going on in someone else's life, probably more than you know the life of your dearest friend. It's infinitely more interesting than the "got up, got dressed, went to school, came home, ate dinner, wrote in diary, fell asleep" that adorned 5 double-sided pages of my diary for a month of my freshman year.

It's all in how you look at it.