Despite the fact that this is, oh, three days later than normal, I wanted to give my two cents' worth on Monday's How I Met Your Mother.
I love how Barney described the three days rule. It's all because of Jesus, friends. What was a little scary is that as he was explaining it I was following along thinking, 'yea that kind of makes sense.' This could be a sign that I've definitely been watching too much of this show.
Marshall and Barney's new friend from lunchtime at the bar was great, especially how Robin tracked him down for a date after hearing how amazing he was.
I miss Lily.
It's been so long since Monday that I can't remember anything else about the episode, really. I guess that means I'll have to find it online and watch it again!
And if you think it's bad that I can't remember much about something I watched a mere four days (three? four? I'm not sure how to do that conversion...it's the 4th day of the week now, and that was the 1st day... 4-1=3. We'll go with that), I am pretty sure that I'm wearing the same shirt today that I wore on Tuesday. The problem is I can't exactly remember Tuesday so I can't be sure. But it's very definitely possible that I'm wearing the same shirt with a different black skirt.
I am completely losing my mind. I was *this close to looking for security footage from Tuesday just to check my outfit.
I am most definitely having issues.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
ooooh weddings!
Last night's episode was pretty excellent. I laughed, I cried, Bailey's hair was pretty, I got to look at wedding dresses. All good things. I even started to consider typing 'Arizona' without quotes (I'm not quite ready yet).
Hector Elizondo should be a guest star more often. I love the way Callie and her dad interact with each other, especially when they're yelling at each other in Spanish. He was great throwing George and Mark against the walls, bring him back! Too bad he had to be cut off, but I doubt that'll last. This is a guy who is crazy about his daughter... but then again, people have issues. Callie and 'Arizona' are a pretty good thing, I like it and I think she was right to cut her dad off.
Speaking of which, Dr. Robbins' (see what I did there?) chats with Bailey about the peds fellowship are contributing a lot toward making me like her. Also the fact that she wasn't shoe skating down the hall in this episode. I think she could be a good friend for Bailey once she finally tells Tucker about the fellowship and he inevitably freaks out (speaking of which, last week I was sick and I rewatched season 4 on DVD... I have come to the conclusion that I really don't like Bailey's husband. He needs to man up about the fact that his wife is a kickass surgeon and he gets to stay home with his baby). That dying kid was so sad... but I admit that I was a little psyched that her dad was played by Fulton from The Mighty Ducks.
Lexie's stress eating because of Derek and Mark's fight was quite funny. I am enjoying the fact that she lives with Meredith now and they have an actual relationship now. She was so cute when Mer told her she was going to be a bridesmaid... "Lexie, you're my sister. You're IN the wedding." Oh, how far we've come. The confrontation in the scrub room was pretty great. "Look at her face! She's breaking out! Look at her ass! It's huge!" (Chyler Leigh is pregnant in real life because there's a pregnancy epidemic going around, hence the closeups and her always being behind stuff) :)
I do not blame Meredith for being upset that Derek was making the Chief his best man. There's no way I'd let that guy take part in my wedding, he'd be lucky if he got an invitation! You know, if I was Meredith and he had an affair with my mom and ruined my childhood and all that.
Though this has sort of led to the question of who is going to walk Meredith down the aisle? I hope they don't go for a kind of cop out and have her dad come back and do it. It would be better if she just did it alone. Though I'm pretty sure this wedding isn't actually going to take place.
Izzie planning the wedding was super cute. I love how she got the bridal shop to deliver the dresses to her room. I'm even more glad that they didn't go for a 'boy who cried wolf' situation when she actually got sick after all her fake outs. Turning on the tears for Derek to make sure that he understands that "a morning jacket is non-negotiable, and we need to find time for ballroom dancing lessons" was priceless.
And now let me please give a PSA about wedding dresses. Please for all things good and nice, STOP promoting the drop waist wedding dress as a good thing! The drop waist is scary, unflattering, and just plain wrong. 9 out of 10 people do not look good in that style dress. Even Ellen Pompeo didn't look that great in it and it's pretty much impossible to have less body fat than she does. Why why would you buy a dress that puts greater emphasis on your hips and ass? Why is that a good look? Someone please explain it to me because I will never understand. Every episode of Say Yes to the Dress on TLC finds me sitting in front of my TV saying, "no! don't do it! noooooooooooo!" They just don't get it! Ok, I've had my say.
So because I don't think that Meredith and Derek are actually getting married at this big fancy wedding Izzie is planning, I'll tell you who I do think it is. It's got to be Izzie and Alex. She's planning what's basically her dream wedding, he is scared out of his mind that he won't do right by her because he's not good under pressure, George was starting to be relatively supportive once Alex stopped treating him like crap, Alex will come around and they'll totally get married. He's going to marry her because he loves her and he knows she's going to die and to make up for the fact that Denny died before they got their chance and he wouldn't want the same thing to happen to her a second time (though granted, it's a little different in that she's the one that's dying this time). Anyway that's what I think.
Hector Elizondo should be a guest star more often. I love the way Callie and her dad interact with each other, especially when they're yelling at each other in Spanish. He was great throwing George and Mark against the walls, bring him back! Too bad he had to be cut off, but I doubt that'll last. This is a guy who is crazy about his daughter... but then again, people have issues. Callie and 'Arizona' are a pretty good thing, I like it and I think she was right to cut her dad off.
Speaking of which, Dr. Robbins' (see what I did there?) chats with Bailey about the peds fellowship are contributing a lot toward making me like her. Also the fact that she wasn't shoe skating down the hall in this episode. I think she could be a good friend for Bailey once she finally tells Tucker about the fellowship and he inevitably freaks out (speaking of which, last week I was sick and I rewatched season 4 on DVD... I have come to the conclusion that I really don't like Bailey's husband. He needs to man up about the fact that his wife is a kickass surgeon and he gets to stay home with his baby). That dying kid was so sad... but I admit that I was a little psyched that her dad was played by Fulton from The Mighty Ducks.
Lexie's stress eating because of Derek and Mark's fight was quite funny. I am enjoying the fact that she lives with Meredith now and they have an actual relationship now. She was so cute when Mer told her she was going to be a bridesmaid... "Lexie, you're my sister. You're IN the wedding." Oh, how far we've come. The confrontation in the scrub room was pretty great. "Look at her face! She's breaking out! Look at her ass! It's huge!" (Chyler Leigh is pregnant in real life because there's a pregnancy epidemic going around, hence the closeups and her always being behind stuff) :)
I do not blame Meredith for being upset that Derek was making the Chief his best man. There's no way I'd let that guy take part in my wedding, he'd be lucky if he got an invitation! You know, if I was Meredith and he had an affair with my mom and ruined my childhood and all that.
Though this has sort of led to the question of who is going to walk Meredith down the aisle? I hope they don't go for a kind of cop out and have her dad come back and do it. It would be better if she just did it alone. Though I'm pretty sure this wedding isn't actually going to take place.
Izzie planning the wedding was super cute. I love how she got the bridal shop to deliver the dresses to her room. I'm even more glad that they didn't go for a 'boy who cried wolf' situation when she actually got sick after all her fake outs. Turning on the tears for Derek to make sure that he understands that "a morning jacket is non-negotiable, and we need to find time for ballroom dancing lessons" was priceless.
And now let me please give a PSA about wedding dresses. Please for all things good and nice, STOP promoting the drop waist wedding dress as a good thing! The drop waist is scary, unflattering, and just plain wrong. 9 out of 10 people do not look good in that style dress. Even Ellen Pompeo didn't look that great in it and it's pretty much impossible to have less body fat than she does. Why why would you buy a dress that puts greater emphasis on your hips and ass? Why is that a good look? Someone please explain it to me because I will never understand. Every episode of Say Yes to the Dress on TLC finds me sitting in front of my TV saying, "no! don't do it! noooooooooooo!" They just don't get it! Ok, I've had my say.
So because I don't think that Meredith and Derek are actually getting married at this big fancy wedding Izzie is planning, I'll tell you who I do think it is. It's got to be Izzie and Alex. She's planning what's basically her dream wedding, he is scared out of his mind that he won't do right by her because he's not good under pressure, George was starting to be relatively supportive once Alex stopped treating him like crap, Alex will come around and they'll totally get married. He's going to marry her because he loves her and he knows she's going to die and to make up for the fact that Denny died before they got their chance and he wouldn't want the same thing to happen to her a second time (though granted, it's a little different in that she's the one that's dying this time). Anyway that's what I think.
Monday, April 20, 2009
casualty
This weekend I learned that the next time I'm belting out Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up" and I think it would be a good idea to do a big finish where I drop to my knees on a hardwood floor in true power ballad fashion, I will remind myself that it's not.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Jeans conundrum
I bought this pair of jeans a few months ago, as my other pair had some holes and were looking increasingly shabby (yes it's true. I typically only have 1-2 pairs of jeans at any one time. Maybe that makes me a freak).
The store I buy my jeans at recently changed their sizing to what I think is an unreasonably complicated system for picking out pants. First you pick a color that you fall under (yellow, red or blue depending on shape), then you figure out your number (not a size, but a number from 1-8) and then length (petite, average, tall). These factors are all supposed to come together to put you in jeans that fit you better than any jeans you've ever bought before. It's very complex. In fact, you can't even buy the pants for the first time without help from a sales associate to explain the system and give you an idea of where to start (believe me, I tried. I stood staring at the wall o' jeans for 20 minutes looking like an idiot before I finally asked for help). And now they're switching their other pants to this system, but it's still not like you find your combination and that's that. Different pants will still fit differently so you have to figure it out for every style you want to buy. PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THIS IS A BETTER SYSTEM THAN REGULAR SIZES. PLEASE.
Anyway, I found jeans, they fit the way I wanted them to, and I loved the color. They were a little long, but it is not my fault that there's apparently 5 inches of difference between "average" and "petite" and if I have to choose between pants dragging on the floor and pants halfway up my ankle, I choose the floor.
The next number down (remember - not size, NUMBER. I still don't get it) in these pants made me feel like a stuffed sausage, and that's not how you want to feel in jeans (or anything except sausage casing, I imagine). So I made my purchase and went about my business.
Here's the problem. Within about 4 hours of wearing these jeans out of the dryer, I look like I'm wearing a potato sack because they have stretched out so much. It's very annoying. I've been dealing with it, but it seems unreasonable that my choices were "too tight to wear in public" and "stretched out so far you look like you can't buy pants".
Yesterday I went shopping after work, and purchased another pair of jeans in the lower number. I still think they're too tight (though Toni claims that isn't the case) and I'm paranoid that they won't stretch like the others. For the next few days, at any rate, I'm going to be wearing them strictly around my apartment and doing lots of squats and lunges to see how they come along.
Anyway, I'm hoping that the new jeans will end up being perfect, but really I'm still irritated that I have to do crazy mathematical equations to buy freaking pants! It should not be that hard!
The store I buy my jeans at recently changed their sizing to what I think is an unreasonably complicated system for picking out pants. First you pick a color that you fall under (yellow, red or blue depending on shape), then you figure out your number (not a size, but a number from 1-8) and then length (petite, average, tall). These factors are all supposed to come together to put you in jeans that fit you better than any jeans you've ever bought before. It's very complex. In fact, you can't even buy the pants for the first time without help from a sales associate to explain the system and give you an idea of where to start (believe me, I tried. I stood staring at the wall o' jeans for 20 minutes looking like an idiot before I finally asked for help). And now they're switching their other pants to this system, but it's still not like you find your combination and that's that. Different pants will still fit differently so you have to figure it out for every style you want to buy. PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THIS IS A BETTER SYSTEM THAN REGULAR SIZES. PLEASE.
Anyway, I found jeans, they fit the way I wanted them to, and I loved the color. They were a little long, but it is not my fault that there's apparently 5 inches of difference between "average" and "petite" and if I have to choose between pants dragging on the floor and pants halfway up my ankle, I choose the floor.
The next number down (remember - not size, NUMBER. I still don't get it) in these pants made me feel like a stuffed sausage, and that's not how you want to feel in jeans (or anything except sausage casing, I imagine). So I made my purchase and went about my business.
Here's the problem. Within about 4 hours of wearing these jeans out of the dryer, I look like I'm wearing a potato sack because they have stretched out so much. It's very annoying. I've been dealing with it, but it seems unreasonable that my choices were "too tight to wear in public" and "stretched out so far you look like you can't buy pants".
Yesterday I went shopping after work, and purchased another pair of jeans in the lower number. I still think they're too tight (though Toni claims that isn't the case) and I'm paranoid that they won't stretch like the others. For the next few days, at any rate, I'm going to be wearing them strictly around my apartment and doing lots of squats and lunges to see how they come along.
Anyway, I'm hoping that the new jeans will end up being perfect, but really I'm still irritated that I have to do crazy mathematical equations to buy freaking pants! It should not be that hard!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
lil bit
I really don't have anything of value to say (so far April is crappy for posting, isn't it?) but I did want to share with you a sign I saw in a bar I was at on Saturday:
"Street girls bringing in sailers must pay for a room in advance."
Awesome.
Saturday also saw the return of meat on a stick (it's actually chicken or beef teriyaki from a bar in Fanuel Hall called the Hong Kong, but whatever. It's meat on a stick and it's great at 2 in the morning) which I shared with an extremely inebriated guy because I felt it necessary to prove to him that although the staff at the bar may have been mean by not letting him in at 2, their food was still very delicious. I didn't stick around to get his final verdict, but his mouth was pretty full of chicken so I'm sure he didn't hate it.
"Street girls bringing in sailers must pay for a room in advance."
Awesome.
Saturday also saw the return of meat on a stick (it's actually chicken or beef teriyaki from a bar in Fanuel Hall called the Hong Kong, but whatever. It's meat on a stick and it's great at 2 in the morning) which I shared with an extremely inebriated guy because I felt it necessary to prove to him that although the staff at the bar may have been mean by not letting him in at 2, their food was still very delicious. I didn't stick around to get his final verdict, but his mouth was pretty full of chicken so I'm sure he didn't hate it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Mosbius is a good word
On last night's How I Met Your Mother:
Of course Ted would name his company Mosbius Designs. It's just the right amount of pretention and awesome. I would like to know where he found the money to hire an assistant though. And if I were his roommate I'd be slightly less than thrilled about the giant desk and copy machine in my living room, but I guess technically it is his apartment and Robin is living there.
And we start to see Cobie Smulders' pregnant belly being hidden. Blousy shirts galore, my friends.
And speaking of pregnant bellies, I like how they sent Alyson Hannigan off for maternity leave by having Barney tell her a really dirty joke. "And we didn't see Lily for four weeks..." Well done.
The Marshall being sports guy thing wasn't really that funny to me, save for the part where he was walking down the street with $18K on him.
I'm glad that we're finally back to the Barney loves Robin storyline. Except he's not in love with her, he just thinks she's awesome and he thinks about her all the time and he pictures them running toward each other in slow motion while he's wearing a suede vest. Please don't confuse it with love.
That's about all I've got for this episode, so until we meet again!
Of course Ted would name his company Mosbius Designs. It's just the right amount of pretention and awesome. I would like to know where he found the money to hire an assistant though. And if I were his roommate I'd be slightly less than thrilled about the giant desk and copy machine in my living room, but I guess technically it is his apartment and Robin is living there.
And we start to see Cobie Smulders' pregnant belly being hidden. Blousy shirts galore, my friends.
And speaking of pregnant bellies, I like how they sent Alyson Hannigan off for maternity leave by having Barney tell her a really dirty joke. "And we didn't see Lily for four weeks..." Well done.
The Marshall being sports guy thing wasn't really that funny to me, save for the part where he was walking down the street with $18K on him.
I'm glad that we're finally back to the Barney loves Robin storyline. Except he's not in love with her, he just thinks she's awesome and he thinks about her all the time and he pictures them running toward each other in slow motion while he's wearing a suede vest. Please don't confuse it with love.
That's about all I've got for this episode, so until we meet again!
Thursday, April 09, 2009
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world
Well, I hope you'll excuse the little break I had to take there. Silly things like "work" and "life" get in the way sometimes. Nothing to be done about it.
Last weekend I actually managed to leave both my apartment and my neighborhood behind and spent a night out in public, complete with other people, drinking, and basketball.
Yes, I'm talking about MSU's Final Four game against UConn.
HG2 and I headed down to the area near the Boston Garden (or the TD Banknorth Garden or whatever it is these days) to scope out bars that looked fun. We found a good looking spot, got ourselves a table and waited for the big game to start. Two things we noticed right away...there seemed to be a lot of drunk people around for 5:30 on a Saturday, and there were a lot of black and blue tshirts. The reasons for this: There was a Bruins game earlier in the afternoon at the Garden so people just filed out of there and into the bar to continue drinking, and everyone at this bar was either wearing a Bruins shirt or a UConn shirt.
Somehow it didn't really occur to me that a lot of people around here would be cheering for UConn, because it's not even in this state. But then I figure, it's still New England, and these New Engladers stick together.
I was one of two MSU fans in the bar. There were two people at the table next to us who were there to see UNC in the second game, and they ended up cheering with us. That was it. These two particularly drunk individuals sat down at a table on the other side of us, and within about 15 minutes realized that I was cheering at the 'wrong times' (HG2 was more subdued than I in his support, as he is in pretty much everything). One guy looked at me and asked, "why are you clapping for THAT?" as though I were just a silly girl who didn't know when to cheer. I politely turned to him and stated that my friend and I come from Michigan, which elicited this response:
"F#%$ YOU! F#&$ MICHIGAN! MICHIGAN STATE SUCKS!!!!!!!"
Which turned into a sort of a running commentary throughout the rest of the game. At times more heated, at times less. The first guy's friend sort of tried to explain it to me by saying he was from Connecticut, and UConn is all they have because there are no professional sports teams there and he knows all of the guys on the team and by the way would I check out his company's website and sign up? This explanation was of course puncutated with 'eff you' and 'MSU sucks' and this drunk guy leaning closer and closer as he berated my team and me personally. I thought the whole thing was pretty funny, but HG2 did offer to switch seats with me if I was uncomfortable.
Our neighbors' anger toward us was renewed every time we clapped, every time we cheered, pretty much every time they realized we were still there. Meanwhile, on the other side, our new friends were cheering ever louder for the green and white in support. After a few cocktails I became BFF with the girl who proceeded to unleash her entire life story on me (it was pretty juicy). Her boyfriend was not terribly thrilled about the sharing of personal information, but he seemed pretty resigned to it, and probably (quite rightly) figured they would never see me again, what did it matter?
So with my new friend on my left and my new enemies on my right, I watched the Spartans take victory in what I like to think of was their actual championship game (not that I'm ashamed of them for Monday night, but I just think they left everything out there on Saturday). After the game, and in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I turned to the guys on my right and congratulated them on a good game. That got me this reponse:
F%&$ YOU, LEAVE THIS BAR. I'M SERIOUS. LEAVE.
I again smiled politely and turned back to friendlier faces. After awhile that guy did come back to shake my hand, apologize, and let me know that he just gets really into these games. I told him no problem, wished him a pleasant evening and watched as he and his fellow UConn fans filed out slowly, with their heads down in defeat.
HG2 and I had agreed with our new friends that because they were our allies in the first game, we would do our part and cheer for UNC in the second. This lasted for about 20 minutes before the bar turned into a big dance party (poor HG2 had to look through a sea of dancing girls in order to see the basketball game. How very hard for him) and my new friend had a little too much to drink and had to be carted off to her hotel by a less than pleased boyfriend. However, he's the one who bought the second round of shots so he's really got no one to blame but himself.
The rest of the night was fairly routine, watched the rest of the game, got some pizza around midnight, headed home and crashed, then spent Sunday in a world of hurt (it was totally worth it).
We later discovered that the MSU alumni bar was next door to the bar we were at. One door over and we would have been surrounded by people in green & white. But somehow I think even if we had gotten the right bar, it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. Or crazy.
Last weekend I actually managed to leave both my apartment and my neighborhood behind and spent a night out in public, complete with other people, drinking, and basketball.
Yes, I'm talking about MSU's Final Four game against UConn.
HG2 and I headed down to the area near the Boston Garden (or the TD Banknorth Garden or whatever it is these days) to scope out bars that looked fun. We found a good looking spot, got ourselves a table and waited for the big game to start. Two things we noticed right away...there seemed to be a lot of drunk people around for 5:30 on a Saturday, and there were a lot of black and blue tshirts. The reasons for this: There was a Bruins game earlier in the afternoon at the Garden so people just filed out of there and into the bar to continue drinking, and everyone at this bar was either wearing a Bruins shirt or a UConn shirt.
Somehow it didn't really occur to me that a lot of people around here would be cheering for UConn, because it's not even in this state. But then I figure, it's still New England, and these New Engladers stick together.
I was one of two MSU fans in the bar. There were two people at the table next to us who were there to see UNC in the second game, and they ended up cheering with us. That was it. These two particularly drunk individuals sat down at a table on the other side of us, and within about 15 minutes realized that I was cheering at the 'wrong times' (HG2 was more subdued than I in his support, as he is in pretty much everything). One guy looked at me and asked, "why are you clapping for THAT?" as though I were just a silly girl who didn't know when to cheer. I politely turned to him and stated that my friend and I come from Michigan, which elicited this response:
"F#%$ YOU! F#&$ MICHIGAN! MICHIGAN STATE SUCKS!!!!!!!"
Which turned into a sort of a running commentary throughout the rest of the game. At times more heated, at times less. The first guy's friend sort of tried to explain it to me by saying he was from Connecticut, and UConn is all they have because there are no professional sports teams there and he knows all of the guys on the team and by the way would I check out his company's website and sign up? This explanation was of course puncutated with 'eff you' and 'MSU sucks' and this drunk guy leaning closer and closer as he berated my team and me personally. I thought the whole thing was pretty funny, but HG2 did offer to switch seats with me if I was uncomfortable.
Our neighbors' anger toward us was renewed every time we clapped, every time we cheered, pretty much every time they realized we were still there. Meanwhile, on the other side, our new friends were cheering ever louder for the green and white in support. After a few cocktails I became BFF with the girl who proceeded to unleash her entire life story on me (it was pretty juicy). Her boyfriend was not terribly thrilled about the sharing of personal information, but he seemed pretty resigned to it, and probably (quite rightly) figured they would never see me again, what did it matter?
So with my new friend on my left and my new enemies on my right, I watched the Spartans take victory in what I like to think of was their actual championship game (not that I'm ashamed of them for Monday night, but I just think they left everything out there on Saturday). After the game, and in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I turned to the guys on my right and congratulated them on a good game. That got me this reponse:
F%&$ YOU, LEAVE THIS BAR. I'M SERIOUS. LEAVE.
I again smiled politely and turned back to friendlier faces. After awhile that guy did come back to shake my hand, apologize, and let me know that he just gets really into these games. I told him no problem, wished him a pleasant evening and watched as he and his fellow UConn fans filed out slowly, with their heads down in defeat.
HG2 and I had agreed with our new friends that because they were our allies in the first game, we would do our part and cheer for UNC in the second. This lasted for about 20 minutes before the bar turned into a big dance party (poor HG2 had to look through a sea of dancing girls in order to see the basketball game. How very hard for him) and my new friend had a little too much to drink and had to be carted off to her hotel by a less than pleased boyfriend. However, he's the one who bought the second round of shots so he's really got no one to blame but himself.
The rest of the night was fairly routine, watched the rest of the game, got some pizza around midnight, headed home and crashed, then spent Sunday in a world of hurt (it was totally worth it).
We later discovered that the MSU alumni bar was next door to the bar we were at. One door over and we would have been surrounded by people in green & white. But somehow I think even if we had gotten the right bar, it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. Or crazy.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
um. yea.
Things I have learned about myself in the last week or two because of highly addictive facebook quizzes:
In a past life, I was Marilyn Monroe.
If I were an 80's band, I would be Journey.
If I were an 80's movie, I would be The Princess Bride.
If I were a Steel Magnolias character, I would be M'Lynn.
If I were a muppet, I would be Miss Piggy.
My superhero name is "The Extraordinary Enigma"
I'm not sure what all of this says about me as a whole, but mostly I'm not sure what it is that compels me to keep taking these stupid quizzes. All I know is when I see someone's results for some completely meaningless quiz, I feel like I need to take it so I see how I measure up.
It's possible I need to spend less time on facebook.
In a past life, I was Marilyn Monroe.
If I were an 80's band, I would be Journey.
If I were an 80's movie, I would be The Princess Bride.
If I were a Steel Magnolias character, I would be M'Lynn.
If I were a muppet, I would be Miss Piggy.
My superhero name is "The Extraordinary Enigma"
I'm not sure what all of this says about me as a whole, but mostly I'm not sure what it is that compels me to keep taking these stupid quizzes. All I know is when I see someone's results for some completely meaningless quiz, I feel like I need to take it so I see how I measure up.
It's possible I need to spend less time on facebook.
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