The Welcome Wagon

So you've stummbled across my lovely little corner of the internet, that's great. I couldn't be happier that you decided to spend 15 minutes reading my thoughts about everything and nothing.
So if you really plan to read this, let me just say it will be interesting. My mind is a mass of choas, and most of the time this is where it will spill out onto. Please excuse any craziness or randomness, that's how my brain works.
As you can see my blog is currently the colors pink and pink. I am not normally a pink kind of girl, but then again I'm not really an any color kind of girl. I change my mind frequently so the layout may change with that...maybe not. Only time will tell.
As to what to expect from this blog...a once a week intelligent response to something evironmental...and then some rather less inteligence response to everything else...although I do believe I have great musical taste so I may grace you with music every once in a while or maybe a quote...
Most importantly, I connect everything to music some way so if I brake out into song lyric, never say I didn't warn you.

By the way, I am pretty awesome so you better believe it...

A quick story before I go....Yesterday, after cross country practice, the team was waiting for everyone to come in...it was a long wait and some of the guys started coming in. We decided it would be super awesome if we made a tunnel for the guys to run through. Actually, we were waiting for a specific guy, Carl, the german foreign exchange student. Apparently, he is gorgeous. I do not dissagree, but I don't agree either. Anyway, he came running through and one of my super intelligent friend, Sam, decided to say Ich Bin Gut, rather not say but yell as loud as she could to him. If you don't speak german, it means I'm good, but to native germans it means I'm good in bed. Well, obviously he turns around because who wouldn't if they had someone yell that at you. But he was still running. And a car was coming...this almost didn't end well. Luckily for him the car had super awesome brakes.
The moral of this story? Don't yell I'm good in bed to anyone let alone the german foreign exchange student.

the end.
I shall write again later.