Someone poke me to write. Please.
I went shopping with Grandmother today, during which I made a bank deposit for Mum, bought a deck of cards (the first deck got destroyed during that memorable storm with Shea and Caitlin), and had way too much fun with this children's book called Tickle the Duck. I'm starting to think that there's something creepy about a 19-year-old reading children's books in the middle of the aisle just to study contemporary children's literature.
Oh! That reminds me. I know it's old, but I just found it today. Can you spot the pedophiles? True or not, it's enough for fifteen minutes of amusement. My score was above the average but below the ideal, except I can't remember the score now. Oh well. Pedophile-spotting is a good skill to have, I must admit. I should start sharpening my skills.
Also, we finally found out who our Scottie Sisters were today. I already know one of mine; I actually hosted her when she was a prospective. I don't remember if I've met the other one yet or not through SEC.
That's it, really. Now to write so I can beat certain people in word count. *runs off to write*