Random Association Time

I admit it. I have no idea what to write about today, so I'm going to play my favorite game. That's right, kids, it's time for RANDOM ASSOCIATION! Pretend I said that in a big booming voice with lots of cheering in the background. Or if you're not good at pretending, say it in a big booming voice and then cheer to get the same effect.

Anyway, here goes.

Lately, Slayer and the Batson have been doing the Wii Fitness test a lot. The Batson was walking around yesterday repeatedly asking Slayer if he wanted to do his Fit Wiiness test. And Wiiness, in case you hadn't figured it out, is pronounced like Weenus. And I am pervy, so I find this hilarious. Anything that rhymes with the word for manparts is funny in my book.

Weenus naturally makes me think of the Very Secret Diaries, since Legolas is said to be the son of Weenus. (WARNING: that link is twenty different kinds of pervy!) And who can think about Legolas without thinking of his hair? That makes me think of a no-fail way that I used to win arguments when I was in college. I'd grab all my hair, make pigtails with my hands, grin idiotically, and run straight at the person who was trying to argue with me.

I won a lot of arguments in college. Because really, how do you argue with the pigtail rush? You don't.

Around that time, I was asked to rush a sorority. They never saw the pigtail thing; I bet that if they had they would have reconsidered the whole offer. Either that or change their name to Beta Eta Pigtail.

I don't think I would make a good sorority girl, but for some reason I kept dating frat boys while I was in college. Once (okay, okay... more like three times because I kept breaking up with him and then changing my mind), I dated the president of a fraternity. I thought I was hot stuff.

I was, of course. But that had less to do with my dating of the pres and more to do with the fact that I kept sitting out on the quad without any sunscreen and was so sunburnt that I actually radiated heat to any people sitting too close. I was so cripsy that I'm surprised that no one tried to break off my leg and eat it. Of course, I didn't hang around with the same kinds of people (i.e., ninjas) then as I do now.

I could keep going ad infinitum, but now that I've shown off my fancy Latin I'll stop.