Monday, June 16, 2008

The man who brought Sexy back is dead to me now...not Justin! Now picture included ;)

So, I just ran 2 and 1/2 miles and now i'm sitting my stinky butt at my computer. It's cold outside but after that first lap around the track, i was a lot warmer. Now, my skin has a reddish tint to it and if I didn't know that I was such a pale freak I would think I was tan...oh the wishful thinking. I'm more likely going to get a tan being in Arkansas in Oct than here in CA during the summer. sigh.

So, I found out something today that through me off. Yall remember Enrique Iglesias? That sexy man you sings in that wonderful Spanish accent "you can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love!" Well, even though I know Spanish names and I know almost every concrete noun in Spanish that you can throw at me...It didn't register until today that translated, Enrique Iglesias's name is....Henry Churches.

(Pausing for effect)

Is that not the worst thing you have ever heard? A man like him should be Sexy McMan in english, not Henry Churches. Honestly, a little of me died when i heard that...I'll never be able to think about that man again without thinking of a fat old guy in a friar's robe.

Anywho, other than that not too much is new. i posted a really REALLY long blog a lil while ago about how homesick I was, how crazy my family is, how every other teenager has a much crazier weekend than I do because (alas) I am wise beyond my years, etc. ...but then my internet shut off, deleting the post i had been typing for 45 minutes. So, i was a bit slow writing this one due to my frustration. i'm going to go now before
it does it...again. Ya'll have a nice day! Love you bunchies and bunchies.

2 comments:

tracey said...

Hmmm, puzzling that you like Enrique, just like your aunt, it is like we are related or something. Except for the running thing, I despise it. I hope you are enjoying that part of the enlistment.
Love you,
T

Older not wiser said...

I'm sorry-any man that looks like that can be called Capt.Kangaroo for all I care-forget the robe just sing and dance for me in black pants.