I’m pretty sure I’m not bipolar….

I can’t quite remember what the hell it’s called.   DAMN IT! It’s on the tip of my freakin tounge.   Itot?  no, too babyish.  hitot?  no, too infant-smoking-pot ish.  hibop?  no, too close to Bop-it.  ilop?  no, too cyclopish.  hibob?   AAAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!  Why can’t I remember what it’s called.  Oh well, it will come to me eventually.  Anyways, whatever the hell it’s called, that’s the new theme for the month.  I’ll share with you my little insights on that little miracle machine that revitalized a dying company and expanded the market for hearing aids to the younger folks.  Enjoy!

Ipod?  No way.  Too stupid.

As you probably noticed, all of the blogs I meant to write last month got written at the very last minute which brings me to my one last fetish.  Procrastination.  More of a fault than a fetish, It’s one that took me years to perfect.  The height of which I experienced during my college years.  Every assignment I’ve ever done for my classes were all done at very, very, very last minute.  Something about the whole staying up all night with adrenaline juicing up everything from my furiously typing fingers all the way to my moments of insight and inspiration into the current subject matter hooks me enough to keep doing it over and over again.  I guess in my case, it trully is a fetish.

When I was a little kid when I first found out about Wolverine’s claws, I thought it was the coolest thing in the world.  Everytime I walk past a street sign or a pole of any kind, I would pretend to whip out those adamantium claws out of my clenched fist and cut down the offending pole.  To this day, I STILL do that.

left right down up, left right down up , left right down up , left right down up  (What am I doing you may be asking?), left right down up, left right down up(I’m just looking at the left side of my monitor, than the right side, than the bottom, than the top), left right down up, left right down up (then I would repeat it)left right down up, left right down up (over), left right down up, left right down up (and over), left right down up, left right down up (again), left right down up, left right down up (I can’t help it.  Anything with a top, bottom, left, and right side is fair game for me), left right down up, left right down up (I’ve even done it while I’m driving with the cars on the road), left right down up, left right down up (I do want to stop, but once I get started…), left right down up, left right down up, left right down up, left right down up..

That number would drive me nuts if it was on my microwave.  My mom has a habit of heating up food in the microwave by pushing the "Add one minute" button and stopping it at some arbitratry time.  I’d look at that leftover time and go slightly batty.  Why oh why would something as stupid as that drive me nuts?  The reason is even stupider.  It feels like that leftover time is gone to waste.  What the hell?!?!?  Even I know how stupid that sounds and yet it is exactly the reason that I go all weird out whenever I see that leftover time on the microwave.  I’d go so far as to heat my food with that leftover time even though I know full well that I’d need more than that.  Somebody…please…just…take me out of my misery.