Now that I'm done being a pansy about NaBloPoMo, I can move on to the real entry for the night.

It turns out that I wrote almost identical entries on the 4th of November in 2003 and 2006. Both focused on whining about the weather and procrastinating on an essay. (Booorring.) Hopefully, it wasn't the same essay. I almost got killed in 2003 because some stupid guy crossed a busy intersection with a toolbox and dropped all his tools in the road, stopping to pick them up. That caused a sweet traffic jam that left me and my car in a prime spot to get obliterated. Thankfully, God had other plans in mind.

I'm assuming, however, that those plans did not include what happened on November 4, 2006, when I mustered up a handful of maturity and got revenge on my friends who had ditched me three nights in a row.

[I] went out to Wingstop at eleven [with some of the other guys], leaving the parking lot just as Boy and Pimp and Pants got back on campus. [Pants] called me up, asking, "Where are you? What's that noise in the background? Who are you with?"

I quite simply responded, "Y'all ditched me for the third time tonight, so it's my turn to ditch you. I'm on my way to a secret location with a bunch of cool people. Bye!"

Clever, I know. Ironically, I just helped a friend navigate to a Wingstop location out in California (via my new Rachelmaps service), and I'm pretty sure he was one of the people who was around to hear that awesome "Revenge is mine!" speech.

In fact, he could probably attest to the fact that this is really close to the face I was making all night long.

Sweet, right? If you need any more proof of why you should be my BFF, check out Tyler's list of things I've made him do in the few months we've known each other. I'll be sitting right here being impressed with myself if you need me. Feel free to interrupt if you get the sudden urge to French braid my hair or make friendship bracelets together or have a slumber party.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to rant for a very small portion of time about the difficulties of volunteering to do something awesome.

Although I'm a huge fan of this whole NaBloPoMo thing, I'm seeing too late that it has fallen at the worst possible time of the year for me. For at least four days this month, if not more, I will be without internet access due to the two vacations I have planned. Two of my best friends suddenly have more time to talk on the phone at night, so I've been glued to my Bluetooth headset from 6pm 'til 2am (or as late as 5am!) every night for a week already. Also, thanks to the vacations, I'll have to be doing twice the amount of work at the office in order to keep things running smoothly while I'm away.

Tomorrow, I'm totally writing up a bunch of entries and scheduling them to be published throughout the month.

Yeah right.

Apparently, I'm not really keen on blogging on the third of November, since I could only dig up one entry from the past five years of archives. So much for my great NaBloPoMo plan.

Anywho, behold! I took a break from the boy talk last year at LiveJournal long enough to be even more boring!

Today, I shall dedicate my entry to my new nail polish. It's by L'Oréal, and while the color is something akin to bubble-gum pink, the polish is named "Pow!" This causes me to want to punch people in the face with my ridiculously girly-colored fingernails, but punching with your fingernails is awkward.

Interestingly enough, I was noticing today that my love of violence — punching people in the face, kicking people in the shins, pushing people off of planks — can quite possibly be traced back to Calvin and Hobbes.

Reading Calvin and Hobbes is an essential part of every nutritious breakfast I eat (along with the less-than-nutritious breakfasts), and it is largely responsible for my love of pirates, my hatred of tea parties, and my huge collection of stuffed tigers. I'll have to send Bill Watterson a bottle of kick-ass nail polish in appreciation of his good influence on my life.