WHY? I cannot for the life of me figure it out. I start with my thumb, and work my way to my pinky. And every time I start cutting my nails, I always have this conversation with myself:
"Remember. Cut all of them. Don't skip your middle finger. All of them."
"Got it. We'll go one by one. It'll be impossible to miss."
"Impossible indeed. You got it. Mission: impossible."
"That was a great movie."
"I saw Night of the Museum 2 last night. It was so good."
"Probably not as good as the first, but it was fun to watch."
"Yeah, I agree... the first one was better. More character development."
"I felt like I connected with Larry in the first one. In the second one I was like, eh..."
"Yeah it's because he... HEY!! DANG IT!!! WE SKIPPED IT AGAIN!!"
"AAAAAH!!! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN!!!"
"WHY! WHY! WHY!!!!"
It's some sort of weird joke that my body plays on me... every single time! You might think I exaggerate. I can only remember ONE single time in the last 6 years that I haven't skipped my freaking middle finger when cutting my nails, and that time, I was focused. The second coming could have happened and I still would have gotten it.
In fact I only brought this up because I just cut my nails like 20 seconds ago, and it totally happened. I was day-dreaming about who knows what, and this is what I get:
I simply can't understand it. Perhaps I never will.
In happier news, I hung out with my old friend, MaRin, a couple nights ago. Yes the "r" is capitalized. That's the only reason we're friends.
Also because I seem to be collecting friends that went to Gao Shan, Taiwan on their missions. Like my new roommate David, my old roommate Cody, my old friend Marissa, MaRin, my mom....
There's a pool party here tonight if anyone reading this lives in Provo, and reads it sometime tonight... Free pizza! Yeah!
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