Cr- abbing? -umping? (Kr?)

Is it okay to post multiple blog entries in one day? Is that socially acceptable or am I going to be socially reprimanded when I press the 'Publish Post' button. Oh God. I'll understand. But I do most of my thinking at night, so I feel like I should be able to express thoughts at any time. Oh wait, I found a loophole. It's not Friday anymore, it's Saturday, as of one minute ago. There, I don't feel so guilty.

Sidenote: I wish my computer's speakers would decide if they want to work or not. Right now, they're alternating between the left one and the right one. Never both. Only one, and then the switch. I feel like I'm in a dance club and I'm not even moving. In fact, I'm on my bed. Have you ever been to a dance club in bed, because I have.

See now I've forgotten the reason why I was writing this in the first place.

Oh never mind, it came to me. Guess what I learned to do today?

Don't waste your time, you'll never guess it. No, I didn't go crabbing (though I long to). Nope, I didn't have to straddle any cats (too obvious). Negative, I didn't run out of gas as I approached the gas station (though I would have, had I taken the long way to the gas station).

I learned how to krump. YES, you read that correctly. Yes, the gangster-attitude-stomping-thrashing-arm pivoting-kicking-krumping. I can successfully open at a krumping throw down. Though opening at a krumping throw down isn't anywhere near my to-do list. I just want you to know that I could do it, if it were a life or death situation. And trust me, if it were a life and death situation, I make no promises to our salvation through krumping. Remember, I am a Caucasian female. Feel free to insert gender stereotypes and racial profiling here (but be kind, I'd do my best).

You know what else I did today? "No Kendall, what? Tell me. Tell me."

I had coffee with a friend of mine that I met on the first day of 4th grade. He was in my cluster of desks. That was ELEVEN years ago. Is that even possible. I'm in my 20's. SILENCE, IAGO. Silence. Hush. Speak not. Anyway, we had coffee and reminisced and then he gave me the new Tech N9ne CD and we went on our merry separate ways. He's going to be famous. A famous cook/entrepreneur. And he was at my desk cluster.