somehow this ended up being all about emma watson.

so apparently I won't be gone all weekend.  I'm back today and I know you're all super happy about that.  I have some stuff to say.

I hate soft beds.  and by soft i mean the opposite of firmness, not the opposite of coarse.  I slept on a soft bed in a hotel the past 2 nights.  Impossible to get out of.  You try to push into it with your hand and you just sink further into the thing.  It's like a combination of devil's snare (2:56) and quick sand.  Devil's snare, devil's snare,  it's deadly fun but will sulk in the sun.  Call me Emma.  I dig the short hair.  We can share shampoo or something, and I can blame you for all the hair in the shower even though we both know I'm balding and you seem nice enough to play along and not rub it in my face that I only have like 4 more years of looking young and you'll look young and super hot forever because you're a celebrity and girl british accents gives me tingles in a silly place and you're only with me because you're slumming but I would be fine with that and there would be an unspoken agreement that I never ask you to dress up as a witch when we do it but I would be imagining it and you would be able to tell because my eyes would glaze over and then I would giggle at an inappropriate time and you would pretend like it bothered you but really you would think it's funny because you already read this blog and it's impressive how accurate my prediction was.

they call me the rambling man.  I love the allman brothers.  they kill it so hard.

Really I could end it here because that emma watson sentence paragraph was so good, but I feel that I at least owe you one haiku.  So here is your boy raichu writing a haiku for you.

i'm getting creepy.
first kailey, now ms. watson
really though. call me.

I'm starting a new segment called "pictures of people doing the shankar without actually knowing they're shaking."  Here's the first of what I hope is a long lasting and entertaining segment, but in actuality will probably end today.  Can you guess who it will be today?  I'll give you a hint.  George Clooney

It's funny because it's actually Emma Watson and I tricked you.  I'm not sure how acceptable it is to write about girls like I have been, but it's my blog and I do what I want.  But really sometime tell me if I've crossed some line of creepiness.  And by someone I mean Tim or Alex because I assume you'll both tell me that I haven't gone far enough.  Thanks for the advice, my brain's interpretation of Tim and Alex's advice based on my past experiences!  Yay limbic system!

So that's about it for today.  I know that earlier I said that they call me the rambling man, but now I would like to tell you something else that they call me.  And this is a real name that I am actually called sometimes. 

They call me wematanye

Wematanye calls them silent sticks to test your spirit of shutting up.  Pure comedic gold.