Trains, harmonies, and poop.

well, i made it to my "sweet" 16. i heard once that to have a "sweet" birthday, it means you haven't been kissed before then. so i definitely made it. i practically had a "sickeningly-sweet-sugar-coated-extra-caffeinated" 16 for how lucky i am with guys. i wonder what your birthday is called if you've been kissed like once or twice. is it a "bittersweet" 16? what about the people who have been kissing since the opposite gender lost its cooties? would that be like a "sour" 16 or a "salty" 16? i wonder how many other people have had this same exact thought process. it doesnt seem like a very popular thought, but then you have to remember how many people are in the world. you know? i mean, how many inventions have been thought of hundreds of times, but someone just got to the copyright office first? i used to want to be an inventor when i was little. but i bailed off that train of thought when i realized that more ambitious, well-funded people would more than likely put that idea into action before me. so there was no point.

i love the backstreet boys. like really, i honestly do. i've been listening to the "Millenium" album all freakin day long. my favorites are "Larger Than Life" (it makes me feel like i can do anything.), "I Want It That Way" (tell me you didnt secretly dance to that when it first came out. i dare you.), and "Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely" (it really expresses a lot of what i can't put into my own words.). it does bug me that they call themselves a band, when all they do is sing and dance while the actual instrumentalists have no recognition whatsoever, but oh well. they have pretty harmonies.

man. Christmas is in 3 days. well, technically 2... it's 1:47 in the morning, so it's officially December 23rd. we call that "Christmas Adam" at my house. get it? because December 24th is Christmas Eve... it's like Adam and Eve... whatever. you dont have to get it. i have to sing in church in like... i dont know how many hours. but not a lot. i just know that we're singing "What Child Is This?" in sacrament meeting. there's one part that is really stupid. it's just all of us going "ahhhhhhh" in a really complicated tune that doesnt even have the melody in it for like 6 measures. it's hard to follow, so we kind of make it up.

yikes. it's 1:49 in the morning, and i'm actually writing a blog. what an ugly word. who wants to have anything to do with something called a blog? it sounds like a dog throwing up. might as well say "Post a bogey" or "i'm going to write a poop." it just doesnt sound appealing. um the point of this entire paragraph is to say that i'm done. so...

i'm done.