I suppose that the end of the quarter brings a lot of things. Like the end of science fair, work being finished up, of course the whole studying for exams clause, but most importantly , the end of PE. Today, I took the last PE class of the foreseeable future, ending the months of torture that accompanied PE days. It’s been over 40 classes, and I must say that, despite what everyone seemed to think, it really wasn’t worth it. How would you like to spend four hours a week with a class full of immature 14-year-old boys that like nothing better than to beat up specific people. But it’s over! Take that scum! No more twenty minute grudges on a dropped volleyball or missed catch. Of course, I still have to live through family life with these same people, which promises to be pretty bad.

Right now I’m watching a few minutes of Twister on TNT. It’s pretty much been like this: It’s good that they were able to drive through that raging ball of burning gas and not even get hot, good thing they ducked just in time to avoid that flying house, we just survived a tornado… Let’s make out!, and so on. Oh, and I’m sure glad all those people died to find out the most breaking news of the century - things in tornados spin around in the air!

I have come to the realization that my blog title has almost nothing you to with me, which brings up a topic, naming things. I have the hardest time with this. I’ll want to name a website, get a new username, come up with anything that can change how other people view what I’m putting out on the internet, and I can’t do it (I’ve had this username for over five years now, I hate it, but I don’t have anything better, now do I? Ha, I can even remember when I thought up “plasmaball3000″…Memories). A few years back when I was actually an ok web designer given my age (now I haven’t created something original in over two years, so you can imagine I definitely couldn’t get back in the flow if I tried, or had the time), I can remember sitting around in the computer chair, half watching TV with my sister, trying desperately to think of name for my site. Three hours later, and to no progress, I give up and do something else. These were the days when I could afford to lose hours of my life and still have time for homework and the like, wow have times changed. It took me about 30 minutes to title this blog (a personal best, I must say), but the only reason I thought of it was because of the Mall of America bags hanging on my wall, one of which had the words “You betcha.” on it, and thus my blog was named. That ended up being a very long description of how much I suck at naming things, and the consequences that have stuck with me to today. But I suppose that there are worse names than plasmaball3000… take cottoncandy2012 for instance, or bradsgrrl. I consider myself lucky.

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Name your blog “Only the chipmunks know for sure.”

Well I’m not planning on changing the name, it’s a tribute to Minnesota - however stereotypical it may be.

It’s not a stereotype- not if Frances McDormand does it

i think i would worship chipmunks if i were not already alextarian. HERE is the story of the great bear, and therefore the belief system of alextarians:

once there was a bear. this bear was big, big i tell you, this bear was BIG. he had green fur and blue blood. one day the bear got SO big that he exploded, and his fur became the earth, and his blood became the water, (etc etc etc) and his burs became the plants.

this is also the complex religion in our extra credit project for history!

you should all become alextarians. or worship chipmunks.