The Witch Doctor, Shock, and Girl Scouts

My witch doctor absolutely hates me. There's no doubt about it.

I was laying down on the stupid chiropractic bench, and [unwittingly] trusted him when he took my head and cranked it until it snapped. I'm not even kidding! It was awful! It popped six thousand stars! My natural reaction was to scream and go into shock, which for me consists of rapid secession of "tiffs" [more like hisses] for an extended period of time. To add insult to injury, he says to my mom "Wow! That's so cute! Is she a singer?" Apparently my diaphragm's capacity is awe inspiring. Who knew?

My cousin is a Girl Scout. I never cared to be. My aunt [my cousin's mother] is the troop leader. Unfortunately, at a holiday dinner I responded to a question ["Is there anything you can do that you'd like to teach to my Girl Scouts?"] as "Well... I dance interpretively." For those of you who know me, my dancing skills "A spastic piece of kelp" [Compliments of The Little Mermaid III: Ariel's Beginning]. However, she took me quite seriously. Later that evening, she realized that I wasn't exactly being serious. Of course I felt bad for being fake, and to redeem myself in her eyes I said that I was the head designer for my school's newspaper back in junior high. Which I honestly was. In which case, she asked if I would be willing to teach a dealio on news fliers for their troop. I can't exactly say no to people... I feel too guilty. So, several weeks later she came over and debfriefed me as to what would be the proper structure for this meeting, and what the goals were.

Tonight, I went and played teacher for an hour and a half, and it was more fun than I expected. Of course, we didn't get the paper done, but overall it was a good experience.

News flash: YANN TIERSEN IS TOURING THE US NEXT SPRING! :D I am so freaking excited; I just found out and my eyeballs are about to explode!!!! Ciao. :}