i forget what i was going to say. this window took too long to open up. i hate my computer.

oh wait.

it was going to be me complaining about my tools and applications professor sending too many attachments to our e-mail.

cut and paste isn't that hard.

and attachments are just bad etiquette these days.
(plus, they're always irrelevant to me. i think, hurray! new mail! and then, bah!)

i should probably stop using outlook, though.
wouldn't you think?

but eudora doesn't let me check more than one account without making a whole bunch of profiles, as far as i can tell.

so bah.
bah.

i'll just remain secure in the fact that very few people have me in their address book.

...

printing out lecture notes, lalala.
that somebody else wrote in class on their laptop.
i made the whole front and back of the page printing thing work for once, i'm proud.
not like it's hard, but.
perhaps this is where my suspected dyslexia comes into play again.

i'm glad these exist, because, due also to suspected dyslexia... my notes seem to be written in a language that doesn't exist on this planet.
(see: wrench, and example of my handwriting that i would assume is still hanging around this website).

now it's time to hit the books before the books hits me.
or i hit myself with the books.
that's actually looking like a very real possibility at this point.
more fun than studying, and i won't be conscious to worry about not studying...

"printing complete"

thank you mysterious printer-obsessed lady who lives in my computer.
i don't know why she has to tell me.
it was obvious that printing was complete by the fact that say...
the printer stopped printing?

"The study found that although a frozen juice box will not keep a sandiwch out of the danger zone, it is a convenient way to slow bacteria growth." (from The Ryersonian)

Is "the danger zone" a scientific term?

Because I remember learning about it in grade eight, with good old Mrs. Bruce.
If your food is in the danger zone, you are in danger of contracting foodborne illness.
We saw a rather disturbing video on the subject.

But I always used to love nonsense like that.
I don't know what it is that makes things like the Don't Cross Contaminate Crossword Puzzle so amusing to me.
I guess kids have to learn SOMEHOW.

But the puzzle doesn't even come close to comparing to whitehousekids.gov.
Most disturbing.

There IS a sixth floor. There are a hell of a lot MORE than six floors. It's not just something out of a fairy tale. Took me some time to figure out how to get up there, though. And once I did, there were a couple other lost looking students peering around cautiously, feeling stupid. But the paper is handed in. Now, according to my schedule, I have a few hours to procrastinate left before Doom Mark II.

Off now to the mythical sixth floor of Jorgenson Hall now, for to drop off my essay. Apparently there is some "essay drop box" to be found there... In theory. Let's see if I can find it...

Plato's tyrant is 729 times happier than his king, and in 26 hours, I will be 729 times happier than I am now.

I should not have slept until 11:30.

Thing is, you seem to want me to agree with your terribly misguided opinion of what must be the intention behind everything I say.

Most likely, that's just a reflection on yourself by yourself.

Because I do not consider myself superior, I do not consider you and asshole, I am neither apathetic, nor detached.

If I had to accuse myself of a crime, I would have to say that at times I say things rather explicitely, and yet simultaneously vaguely.

My attempts to reword or to say things "more humbly" are only meant to clarify, because my intended meaning never seems to come through.

I guess my only action can be to try to be less equivocal.

Or less bitter?

Probably.

Hm, well since the name Chris expands to Christopher...

Yer second. Happy? :-p

I have the whole arrangement by length thing going on.
Longest to shortest was just most aesthetically pleasing.

If I could put all of the links in the same spot, I'd do it.

ACTUALLY...

I CAN.

But that would be just a little bit... silly?

Like me.
GO TO BED CANDICE
GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Tomorrow I get to replace the current contents of my brain (what's left of "The Visual Arts: A History") with "Art of the 20th Century"

The pain... oh, the pain.

I was coming back, damn you Jesse.
Okay, nevermind, but I still can't sleep.

And now that I've just realized my trial version of WS_FTP is expired, I will NOT sleep until I fix it.

I hate computers.
I hate that I can see my computer from my bed.
It taunts me.

I can actually see the sky tonight...

And all the good stars are southish, so I can see them from the window.

Sirius, Betelgeuse, Rigel, Aldebaran, Capella, Regulus...

But also... Saturn, Jupiter, and the moon.

Back to looking out the window...
I missed the sky.

Toronto needs more damn sky.
The buildings are pretty, especially on such a clear night, but...

I haven't seen Ursa Minor nor Ursa Major
in much, much too long.
Sheesh.

If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards.

I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.

Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Blah Blah Blah

running out of dumb things to put in sidebar

blah

i'll have to go take some more tests or something

or join some webrings

either that or study...

I don't know why I did this.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil...

The Doom is upon me...

Ah, so it's only 10 am that the others are writing the art history exam at, then?

Still, that's two hours.
They have an unfair advantage.

I'm thinking I need to sleep before 8 am tomorrow.
Sometime. Somehow.

But there is no time!

I guess I'm wasting time now by doing this.

I'm just going to take a nap...

Couple of hours.

OR ELSE
YOU READING THAT, BRAIN?

Doom. Doom. DOOM.

So cold. So so cold.
But must get dressed
go to art history review
or... death.

Let's think now...

What should I be doing with my time right now...

Studying art history or...

hm

Seems I have nothing else to do...

That won't stop me from doing nothing...

You know, it isn't fair.
Just because I live close to school,
I have to write the exam 4 hours earlier than half of the people in the class.

Do you know how much extra learning I'd be able to pack into four hours?

I mean, I'd probably know twice as much.

When you condense all of your learning for the term down into one day,
four hours is important!

We tried to go to class today.
But we skipped out at the first break.

Hey, but I managed to write down the word Renaissance.
That was all I got out of the lesson, but...

That is an infinitely greater amount of notes than I took any other week since the first month of school.

I'm gonna sing the doom song now.
Doo-doom dee doom doom DOOM!

We're all doomed, DOOMED, DOOMED.

Mayor banishes Satan from Inglis

Interesting, but I think it takes more than an official gold seal to scare Satan away.

According to the town clerk, "kids in town have taken to dressing in all black and painting their faces white, a style known as Goth."

No, my friend, that is a style known as mime.

Comet Borrelly is gother than us all. Darkest object in the solar system...

You can also buy me the entire Everyman's Library.

You should actually just buy me the entire Loeb Classical Library.

I was excessively bored. Buy me stuff.

World's most common random number equals 37?

Hm.

Oh yeah.

You have my permission to buy me the book from that website I linked below.

Pretty pictures. So pretty.

Pretty

I've decided that I will cut my sandwiches in half neither horizontally nor diagonally.

But somewhere in between.

Y'know...

Who says bread is a sqaure.

I say it's diamond-shaped.

And therefore if you cut corner-to-corner,
it's horizontal.

So there.

And what about vertical bread cutting?

The matter isn't as simple as most people like to think.

If people are going to persist in asking me "asl pic" every two seconds on AIM, can I insist that these letters be rearranged to "slap"

Cause... isn't that just more entertaining?

I know what the problem is.

Damn cotton clothes I've been wearing lately.

Back to plastic.
Dries faster.
Haha.

My back.
Ow. My back.
Three loads of damp laundry.
Oww ow ow.

fyi: two loads of laundry can be dried at once, for $1
but three loads... will not be dried.
three will take two cycles, so you might as well wait until you've got four.

so... to summarize.

one load: two dollars (wash, dry)
two loads: three dollars (wash, wash, dry)
three loads: five dollars (wash, wash, wash, dry, dry)
four loads: six dollars (wash, wash, wash, wash, dry, dry)

do 'em by twos, folks.
not hard to figure out, but i'd never tried drying three at once before tonight (:
though... hm, this stuff is mostly dry... perhaps tolerable.

absolute science?

i am absolutely dyslexic.

lalala.

which reminds me.

must call bank.

*shudder*

seen this point made on several other pitman blogs and...

i have this to add:

if i was the sort of person who would be studying for exams already (and yeah, i know there are only a few days left)
i would also be the sort of person who would do it earlier than 8pm
the 12 hour quiet hours wouldn't make any sort of difference to me
unless i wanted to go to bed at 8pm. hmmm...
but geez. get some earplugs or something if you need ABSOLUTE SILENCE.
how do you survive if you need ABSOLUTE SILENCE to be able to think?

i CAN'T think with absolute science.

can i make the following complaint:

need more NOISE to study

please turn up the stereos? please?

bah. my floor is usually quiet, anyway.
i never hear a peep.

i'm also at the very end of the hall, that might contribute some.

i'm also never awake at those hours that "normal" people are awake.
so i guess that might contribute some.

hey, i met some people from my floor i'd never seen before tonight (er, this morning) at 5am, doing laundry.
usually i have free reign of the floor at these hours, if it's not friday or saturday night.
which isn't actually as great as it sounds.
need two people for it to become fun.
no more, no less.

and by this time... (7:30am, you fools), i never see a soul. except those poor, unfortunate people with hideously early classes.

Oh yeah, "it". I was remembering "it" a few days ago.

My VCR thinks the picture on my tape is unacceptable for my viewing.

I think that *I* should be the judge of that.

But it will show me nothing but a blue screen.

Look, I'd like to watch the static, okay?

Cause I can see it when I fast forward, and it's not THAT terrible.

Horrible fuzzy picture is better than BLUE SCREEN.

And why is it always blue?

If I wanted water, I'd ask for water!



Only half decent picture I can track down.

Peh! But I plan to stalk him, and make him grow his hair back.

Better watch out, Thomas Cavanagh.

My webpage works today?!

Astounding!

Top Five Hot Chicks (in alphabetical order, cause... bah! They're all equal...):

Gillian Anderson
Shirley Manson
Laura Prepon
Julia Stiles
Alicia Witt

Now...

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

Actually, I can think of at least two answers here.

8) Don't pierce wrists, hands, internal organs, bones, eyes or the spine. Avoid the armpit, sternum and areas with many veins.

Good advice.
Haha.

pizza + grapefruit juice = no

Have a few drinks tonight, then?
When was the last time you ate?
Do you have an eating disorder?
Are you on CRACK?

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
So many questions, they asked me.

"Kool Haus" is officially the devil.

Times I've been there: two.
Times I've fainted there: two.

Makes me look like a real winner, I'm sure.

I don't need drugs and massive amounts of alcohol to fall unconscious to the floor.

No, for I am the sissiest of all sissies!

Other notable times I have fainted:

History class in grade seven, for no good reason whatsoever.

World religions class in grade 11, because we were being shown a video of some guy cutting his tongue off...

Thinking about... certain piercings.

And not quite, but almost, at the dentist's office, thinking about that drill...

Sissy. Sissy I am.

Harry Potter: "The books are humorous and the characters are flat. But, not to put too fine a point on it, adolescents in this school daily learn to do the kinds of things for which the God of Mount Sinai commanded the
death sentence."

TV is making me want vodka.

Oh joy! So the loan centre has everything straightened out.
As far as they're concerned.
Now I get to deal with...
THE BANK!
This just keeps getting better!

Wrapped Around Your Finger - The Police.

Not a bad song.
Now would they fucking stop interrupting with the

"All of our service representatives are on customer calls.
Please remain on the line to maintain your priority."
BS?

Oh boy, a horrible cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over).

Listening to Tom Petty on hold.

Walls (No. 3)


Some days are diamonds
Some days are rocks
Some doors are open
Some roads are blocked

Sundowns are golden
Then fade away
But if I never do nothing
I'm coming back some day

Cause you got a heart so big
It could crush this town
And I can't hold out forever
Even walls fall down

All of our service representatives are on customer calls.
Please remain on the line to maintain your priority.

All around your island
There's a barricade
It keeps out the danger
Holds in the pain

Sometimes you're happy
And sometimes you cry
Half of me is ocean
Half of me is sky

But you got a heart so big
It could crush this town
And I can't hold out forever
Even walls fall down

All of our service representatives are on customer calls.
Please remain on the line to maintain your priority.

And some things are over
Some things go on
Part of me you carry
And part of me is gone

But you got a heart so big
It could crush this town
And I can't hold out forever
Even walls fall down

All of our service representatives are on customer calls.
Please remain on the line to maintain your priority.

...

The chorus is kinda confusing...

I am only going to post this for one reason...
Hey, Chris.
I am gother than thou.
(By one point...)

Haha.
I've never been able to say that before.

Cause I'm not goth, and all.
Y'know.

I wear so much black because... uh...

Shut up!

Gonna wear some grey today.
Prove you all wrong.

I AM 57% GOTH.

Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a
good chance I am bi. Freakiness pumps
through my viens, but I can still laugh
at myself.

Take the GOTH Test at Fuali.com!

crushlink is ass

It is mighty, indeed, and yet how long do you think you could possibly refrain from boredom if she were to disappear altogether?

On the 1st of January 2002, the guilder in the Netherlands will disappear altogether and will be replaced by the euro as the common currency.

Mold will likely never disappear altogether, but there are precautionary steps that can be taken to minimize your exposure.

At that time goodness will abound on all sides and evil will disappear altogether.

Above some threshold, stable states of heavier nuclei disappear altogether and there is no nuclear physics at all.

Time seems to have a way of causing some things to pass from our consciousness, or to disappear altogether.

If A = B, then the solution curve is a circle, which may degenerate to a single point or disappear altogether.

The few times I had to speak, my voice would either crack noticeably or disappear altogether.

How small things can actually get before they disappear altogether?

After high school time collapses and differences in age matter less, until they disappear altogether into the complexities of a life.

Side-effects of the antidepressants become less severe but do not disappear altogether.

I'm trying to find them before they disappear altogether.

Latencies become lengthened progressively to unrecordable levels as 19°C is approached and waveforms may disappear altogether.

In women who are not pregnant, hyperthyroidism can affect menstrual periods, making them irregular, lighter, or disappear altogether.

They suspect he is being tortured and could be made to 'disappear' altogether if there is no public outcry.

There is good news regarding the plague, and we are hopeful, given what people say, that it will soon disappear altogether, and then, if it please God, you will not have this impediment preventing your return.

Religion as we know it may in the future disappear altogether.

Yet the bubble is expanding so quickly—about nine kilometers a second—that it will soon disappear altogether.

When bleeding occurs, your sight may become hazy, spotty or even disappear altogether.

Bluish or grayish Mongolian spots on the back or buttocks usually fade by school age, though they may never disappear altogether.

Some experts believe the ice cap could disappear altogether by the end of the 21st Century.

Why don't you do us all a favour and disappear altogether?

Little girls often cannibalized their babies by chewing on fingers and toes, causing them to disappear altogether.

I demand of anyone in this building with a Windows ME CD to bring it to me immediately.

You have five minutes.

My computer is being a bitch.

Well, actually, I deleted c:\Windows\OPTIONS\CABS
And just decided that I wanted it back...

Cause damn Sony didn't give me a Windows CD.

So it's either steal someone else's or reformat my C drive.

Which do you think I'd prefer?

"he" can be used as a generic pronoun

there is no need to write "he or she"

and "they" is just plain wrong

"they" is plural

PLURAL!!!

In 1893, the Royal Academy of Science were convinced by Sir Robert Ball that communication with the planet Mars was a physical impossibility, because it would require a flag as large as Ireland, which it would be impossible to wave.

lipstick marks all over my teacup

i so disgust myself right now...

this reminds me too much of my grade seven and eight home ec teacher...

beware... foodborne illness...

warpweftwarpweftwarpweftwarpweft
selvageselvageselvage

Did some research to find out if that AOL commercial (where the woman is relieved that AOL is her ISP because of the results she got searching for "chelsea buns" worrying her about her son, who loves X-Men comics) is really funny. I didn't find any porn on either of those searches. It isn't funny.

Neither is Saturday Night Live.

I suppose I should start working on my project.

Well.

Grr!

Wait, after seeing Invaders Against Copy Monkeys!, maybe I have more than half a mind, after all. But not today.

Er, information wants to be free, or something.

I don't understand the motives of the creator of this site.
Blah. But anyway.
P.S.
You cannot very easily "steal" information.
Copying is and entirely different thing.

"Be sure to ask me before you use any of these images that I don't own in the first place because they're copyrighted."

Image Nazi, indeed.

Direct quote: "I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM! I just screencapped these pictures from my videos."

If you stole the images from TV, I don't see why someone shouldn't steal them from you...

For fanart, maybe you'd deserve credit. Screen captures,
well

SHUT UP!

*yawn*

Image Nazi, Link Whore, Lalala. I have half a mind to make 14 times as many screen captures, not put logos on em, and give 'em out free. Just to undermine the stupidity.

Half a mind, mind you, half a mind.

I'm perfectly willing to let you believe that it's your fault.

Let's see how many times I can type "kill me" before someone comes back on the line.

kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me

the word kill is starting to look funny to me

ooh, a new song.
i looked up the lyrics on the internet.
it's jennifer paige - these days.
i don't like it.

lyrics i look forward to hearing:

Somedays I couldn't get up
I couldn't get down
I'm bored of everything
Somehow a little black cloud rained over me
Someone was makin' me mad
Good turned bad, and I lose everything
To get you back, just to get you back
But

These days the world's alright
The sun shines bright
I'm kickin' out the bad dreams
These days I don't think twice
Walk on life
I'm positively somewhere
These days go on
Not only left 'til you've gone
These days go on
Not only left 'til you've gone
These days go on and on and on and on
And on

I'm out of the fire, into the flame, oh

Sometimes I drown my tears
The same old fears came by
Someone was makin' me ill
I bet you're still a 2, 3, 4 little word
Yes, you heard
Pretty little birds fly home
But

These days the sun kicks in
The good guys win
I'm legal in the backseat
These days I'm safe and sound
Not dragged down
You wanna know the reason
These days go on
Not only left 'til you've gone
These days go on
Not only left 'til you've gone
These days go on and on and on and on

Thank you for hidin' in here
Wallowing in mud, sleeping in my head
Tossin' and turnin' and messin' up the sheets
The love we made was incomplete
Like the shoes on your feet
The same stuff, I've heard it before
That philosophy's started to bore me
Now you won't have to smile
And ignore me

These days the karma's right
The sun shines bright
I'm kickin' out the bad dreams
These days I don't think twice
Walk on life
I'm positively somewhere
These days go on
On and on and on and on and on
These days go on
On and on and on and on and on
These days go on
On and on and on and on and on

Oh yeah, look at these days
On and on and on and on and on
Oh yeah, look at these days
On and on and on and on and on
Oh yeah, look at these days
On and on and on and on and on
Just look at these days comin' on
Just look at these days comin' on
Oh yeah, oh yeah

back to kill me

kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill

hurray!
an actual person!
finally!

Gosh, this *NSync they're playing to me while I'm on hold is pretty catchy.

Kill me now.

It's refreshing to talk to fools online.

Don't have to use correct spelling or punctuation.

And they don't care, nor do they notice.

The downfall is that their responses are the equivalent of smashing their heads on their keyboards, and their words contain more numbers than letters.

"Your arguments make sense for your context but also demonstrate how unwilling you are to understand that you are not the centre point of reference."

I promise you(pl.):

I will NEVER understand that I am not the centre point of reference.

It's MY universe. Deal with it.

My context

is the ONLY context

that matters!

The Depravity Scale!

um

meh?

It is a fact that you cannot download without something being uploaded.
It is a fact that you cannot upload without something being downloaded.
This class irritates me so.

not much time now

the daystar

it rises

The Rutabaga?

Well, definitely a rutabaga.

It does appear that mine came first.

I've complained about this before, I know.
But for lack of anything new to complain about...
Here's this again.
One of my pet peeves.
Hasn't been mentioned in a long while.

Just got some spam in my inbox
(that's not even what I'm complaining about,
I've come to accept the spam by now)
about a birdfeeder that prevents squirrels from eating the seed.

What is wrong with squirrels?
Squirrels need to eat, too, you know.
It's discrimination, really.
Come on... squirrels are cute and fuzzy.
And hell,

more interesting to look at than birds.

Squirrels have character.
Birds are just all
hop hop hop peck hop peck.
Chirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirpchirp.

Which is another way in which squirrels are superior to birds.

Squirrels don't wake me up in the morning.

OW! MY BRAIN! The phone is so goddamned loud.

My mom just called from the car.
They're here to pick me up.
Oh, joy.

See yer later.

going home for weekend

boo

hiss

boo

I've been trying to think of a way to link to under my umbrella without using the word cute.
Can't do it.
Hate the word, angers me so when it is applied to me, but
can't do it.
I think it's the little frowning cloud...

Creator (one Sophie) appears to wear the same eyeglasses as I do.
Which is probably (as most things i say generally are)
very much less interesting than I think it is.

Maybe if I had used the word spectacles.

Braisen Vegetables

THESE TWO WORDS
WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD

Where have they come from?
And why?


I'm picturing myself, toothless.

It's 9 am.

Candice is awake.

Not ony that, but she's been awake for over two hours.

Is the apocalypse upon us?
Most certainly.

Well, I only got about 20 hours of sleep yesterday.
And the result is that I appear to be on some sort of "normal" schedule now.

So what does one do during the day?
I don't even know anymore.

Presently, I'm doing my laundry.
After that, clean the room.
And then perhaps... go to class on a Friday for once.
No, that might be stretching it.

I wish I had more than $10.12 in my bank account.
Because I feel like buying things.

That $10.12 is reserved for developing film for design and composition on Wednesday. And for not starving, should I fail to get up before 11pm (and it happens often) in the near future.

Do you know, I haven't been awake between the hours of 3pm and 11pm for at least a week and a half?
Is this a problem?
Is this a symptom of a much deeper seated problem?
Most certainly.

I should just start telling people that I'm a vampire.
Because while people who think they're vampires are losers,
right now I'm a loser with no excuse.

Well
being the queen of excuses, I'm sure I could come up with one.
A good one.
It's just that I don't much feel like thinking lately.
I sleep too much.
I sleep far too much.

I'm just too... something or other... to find anything better to do.
Most certainly.

Sometimes I think to myself

Candice,
wouldn't it be useful to have something useful to say?

And then
I stop.

Don't eat an entire bag of those little round brownies in one evening.
Just don't.
Heartburn.

But they were soooo good...

Assoziations-Blaster is like Everything2, but not... It's "the interactive text network with automatic non-linear real-time linking."

Occupying me quite well.

got bored

learning PHP

variable variables are ridiculous.
ow, my brain!

well

now we know why my loans weren't deposited

i'm dyslexic!

wrote the account number wrong.

bet whoever that was that got the money enjoyed that. haha.

but you would not believe how many damn times i checked the numbers, because i know i tend not to be able to copy them down right.

didn't see a problem before i handed the forms in
didn't see a problem after i handed the forms in
didn't see a problem until i read the number out to the guy on the phone.

then i smacked myself in the forehead.

i seriously have some kind of problem.

hey, and i still managed to get mid-90s in math last year.
must be some kind of genius.
but it feels dumb to make all your mistakes by putting the decimal point in the wrong place...

watch me smack my forehead again...

oh well, $28 will last me 8-10 business days, right?
right.

Actually.

Wait.

I do care.

Dammit.

Why do I cut the sandwich diagonally?

Let's stop that from now on and see what happens...

The future forks here.

The great sandwich event.

I hope this isn't the wrong decision.

Will my life be better if I cut them horizontally or diagonally, do you think?

Oh, I have complicated matters so!

It's okay now, though.

I ate the sandwich.

This sandwich is turning out more complicated than I would have thought.

Jam on the top?
Jam on the bottom?

And which way is the right way to cut it...

Oh, shut up, Candice.
Nobody cares.
Including you.

I can't decide.

Get the jam in the peanut butter
or get the peanut butter in the jam...

p.s.
this is what happens when your computer is on the only table you have

There is muffin in my keyboard.
Much muffin.
Muffffffffin.

My webpage works again, then?

Excellent.