i like to practice flying without wings. i also love telling people about really really long dreams that i have and watching them pretend to be interested. i like to watch plants grow, and water boil. i like to practice moving objects with my mind, although i haven't actually done it yet. but the practicing is fun enough.
People who are real. People who are funny. And people who are really funny.
where do i start? polka, polka, and more polka. i wish there were more polka bands so that i had more polka songs to jam out to.
Butterfly Effect, Stand by Me, Goonies, Fried Green Tomatoes, Weird Science, Girl Interrupted, Best in Show, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Napolian Dynomite, blah blah blah who cares.
Havent you ever heard that television rots your brain? me neither. comedy central rules.
The Greek name for a butterfly is Psyche, and the same word means the soul. There is no illustration of the immortality of the soul so striking and beautiful as the butterfly, bursting on brilliant wings from the tomb in which it has lain, after a dull, groveling, caterpillar existence, to flutter in the blaze of day and feed on the most fragrant and delicate productions of the spring. Psyche, then, is the human soul, which is purified by sufferings and misfortunes, and is thus prepared for the enjoyment of true and pure happiness.