I Have I(rritable)B(owel)S(yndrome)

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So, the Andrew of Andrew's Ghetto Blog is not me but my roommate Andrew Seely. He is currently out snowboarding, and thus cannot keep track of his wonderful creation. To bad for him. Oh yeah, and that is a picture of Rachelle below. She is not usually so cloaked in shadow, but she does indeed love the toast!

I think of all the great injustices and pains that I have faced in my life, the greatest was inflicted by my very flesh and blood. Not a parent, or a cousin, or a distant relative with no personal relationship, but my very own brother. Yes, the closest to you hurt you the most. So what, you may ask, did he do too me? He, the most genetically similar person to me on the planet, called my pet fish Little Fin some fifteen years ago by the name of Melvin. No one could ever deserve to have that name reckoned against them. I think the name may indeed be what did poor Little Fin in. (tears…)

Oh, and there was the fish I had that died from eating my brother’s fish’s poop, and then there was that Youth Services murderer guy that melvinned me. But dub-evs.

(And if you are unawares, or grew up with a different definition, a melvin is a wedgie that must be removed manually. w00+!)

Can you get cancer of the hair? And then, like, your hair would grow really fast. And then you'd take the chemo and all this really fast growing hair would fall out. Then maybe at some point the chemo and the hair growth would reach an equilibrium and it would just appear that you have a full, healthy head of hair. That would be weird. I wonder if it's happened. Google to the rescue.
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Well, I went through a few pages. Nothin'. Well, maybe I'll come up with something a little more couth next time.

Hey everyone, I went dancing tonight!!!

Swing dancing!!!

Anyway, so Rachelle ended up getting a pretty bad headache while we were there. She was at a Mexican orphanage all day, so it is quite understandable that she would get a little worn out. (Yes, right now I'm just trying to brag about her.) So she has a headache and we just sit out for a while. Eventually I get up to get her some water. This is when she turned to fly paper.

Flies=Young (or not so) men hunting for a dance.

So I get back with the water, and apparently the flys had swarmed once I got up, and the excuse of "I have a bad headache" that Rachelle gave didn't sit too well. I mean seriously, sounds bogus to you, doesn't it? So we just sit there for a while, being a disgusting new couple. Then my hero walks up.

Most guys would get the idea to stand back and search out someone else, but alas these were not the thoughts in this man's head. He walks up to me and asks,

"Excuse me Sir. Would it be alright if I ask her for a dance?"

At this moment Rachelle's housemates see this and start to laugh somewhat discretely and make a buzzing sound reminisient of a certain annoying, four winged arthropod. This is when I break out the cool, look at Rachelle, and proceed to mutter,

"Umm... well... didn't you have a headache... or... well...are you feeling ... (mumble, mumble)... (something nerdy)...."

Anyway, so why was this guy my hero? First off, the confidence he displayed was quite impressive. Secondly, he gave me a little reminder of how impressive my girlfiend is that others will make an attempt in the face of assured defeat. Third, despite his obvious cool, and my obvious lack of knowledge of proper social interaction, I have somehow convinced her to give her time and affection to me. Quite awesome. Thank you, Rachelle!



(Sorry 'bout the self glorifying post, but I gotta work up the habit again, and I just wanna talk up Rachelle as much as I can.)

Hey everyone!!! I'm back, as of like a week ago.

And now I am off again.

Be back early next week.

Oh, and when I was in North Carolina, I saw the Dairy King. Stupid bigomy.

Hey ya'll!

Still in the Kentuck's, but I'll be home tomorrow.

So I was lame and didn't plan this whole holiday/gift thing very well, so pretty much none of you ended up with gifts from me. Lampy. Anyway, since most will be gone by the time I get back, I've just combined all you gifts together and made a donation to the Red Cross for Tsunami relief. If this dissapoints you, well, sit on it!

(Oh, and don't worry guys. I did get a gift for the house.)