I smell like an earthworm. ON PURPOSE.

I've seen/read some pretty strange things in my life, but this takes the cake.

Can you imagine? "Mmm, darling... you smell like pruning shears!"

"But you, my lovely, you smell like... rubber! Oh, you know just how to tantalize me, you vixen!"

Honestly. Some are decent, but most of them are on crack. But they don't bottle that scent...

Whose head is crowned with flames...

So, today seems to be the random day of Madi getting showtunes stuck in her head.

For example: coming home from volunteering, I started humming/singing (such as it is) the dance scene from 'West Side Story.' Which is basically comprised of a lot of humming and an occasional "MAMBO!" Gotta love WSS.

Then, just recently, I started with bizarre selections from 'Jesus Christ Superstar.' I think my flippant view on religion is in part because of my early exposure to that movie. Songs like "King Herod's Song (Try it and See)" just do bad things to a kid's mind. Not to mention the fact that I can sing like, the entire musical, including all the lines that have choice lines such as, "Someone Christ, King of the Jews."

(Which is a really awesome line, when you think about it. Someone Christ? Dude.)

Anyway. Today I got my class ring back from being resized (RAPTURE AND EXUBERANCE!) and my senior pictures! They came out so amazing, except for the really scary giant picture that turned out to be about ten times bigger than we expected- 11 x 14 is big, who knew? Doesn't sound it- and I can't wait to give the pics away.

(Aw, man. Now it's 'Turn back, o man' from Godspell. Marvels never cease.)

I have four more entries to do for TOK, and they're supposed to be like, thought-provoking entries of brilliance that I don't possess. My first entry was based on a JANIS JOPLIN LYRIC. And from there I went into a George Carlin stand-up skit, which lead into the victims of Katrina! No, I don't know how I did it either.

I think I might actually sit down and tell the saga of my (ouvrent les guillemets) friends (ferment les guillemets), but let me just say that today, Philly didn't talk to me all during french until she wanted me to sign the paper to get her nominated for Homecoming Queen.

(Now Spamalot. Why? Why me? Why The Song That Goes Like This?)