I'm not worried about going to hell, even if it IS as hot as South Florida, there's no way it can be as humid. Which reminds me of bad joke:
A Floridian dude died and went to hell. When he got there, the devil noticed that the man wasn't sweating, so he was like "dude, what the crap, you're in hell and not sweating?!" To which the man said,
"Eh, it's like a Florida morning,"
So the devil decides to toast this bastard and orders the heat turned up. It is done but the man still isn't sweating. Again the devil asks what his problem is and the man says:
So the devil gets righteously pissed off (heh, righteously), and orders the heat to be turned up as high as it can go, because apparently even hell's thermostat has its limits. So it's freaking hot, everyone's miserable and the man STILL isn't sweating. This time the devil just looks at him like "DUDE?!" and the man says:
"Like a Floridian afternoon,"
The devil is sick of this guy's shit. He orders the heat turned completely off. Nothing. It is done, the temperature drops and hell instantly freezes over without the heat. The man looks around confused and asks the devil:
"Did the Miami Dolphins win the Super Bowl?"
Lost? Here's a helpful hint: The Miami Dolphins football team are notorious for sucking.
So anyway, I worked and did mostly nothing but I did finally finish my application!! :D now all I have to do is fret like crazy until I find out whether I made into the next round of the application process!
Also, as you can see from the picture I FINALLY re-dyed my hair and can go back to pretending I'm edgy and/or punk and then watching Chowder on Cartoon Network
And, yeah. That's it. Nearly.
Ok. Now that's it. 'Night!