You see, I went to Hastings around my birthday this year, and I saw a sweatband with one of the Pac-Man ghosts on it. (The red one, whose name is Clyde). And my little dorky self went SQUEEE! So I had to buy it. I wore it for two straight days, and then I discovered that I had a rash forming right beneath where the sweatband had been sitting. Technically, I'm guessing some chemical got PO'd at me and decided to give me a rash, but I like my reason better: Clyde got funky with Pinky at Hastings and contracted AIDS from her, and then he passed it on to me by sitting on my arm for two straight days. I really don't get it either, but its these kind of thoughts that get me through morning announcements.
Naw, I went to Memphis yesterday to visit my Uncle! (: I came back home today though. ^.^ We went out to eat, went to Hastings (which has the most awesome-nest deals), and then went back to his place and watched the 2nd and 3rd X-Men movies *nods and smiles* they were awesome (: Then today we went out to eat for breakfast and then went to Gibson Guitar Factory on a tour to see how guitars where made which was AMAZING! Did you know that it takes three friggin weeks to make a guitar!?!?!