Guess who just finally got her lazy butt outta bed? Yours truly, of course! I think this is a record for me being able to catch-up timewise. Woo. It's almost one-pm. Went shopping yesterday with the grandparents, and probably would have bought out the store in all of it's Crunchie products if I could have. We got Crunchie ice cream, Crunchie cookies, and of course- the Crunchie Bar. Deliciousness that has only ever graced the mouths of Kiwis. Chocolate on the outside, and honey-flavoured sea-foam candy on the inside.
<-- Crunchie Bar
But anyways- I cleaned up my room in record time (not like it was dirty or anything- just putting away clothes). Every thing's all nice and organized. We hung up my button-up shirts and jeans, and both kinda realized at the same time that I have some sort of obsession with grey tones. Not like that wasn't obvious, but it was kinda funny- then I went all OCD and lined everything up from lightest to darkest. Not like you care, but hey- It's a blog. I tell you stupid things, and you read it.
So, as of last night, I have officially had one of the weirdest conversations of my life. So, you know how the planes have little, 1ft-by-1ft lavatories? Well, when you first get on the plane, they're all nice and clean. On the other hand, when you get off.... ugh. Gross-o. Especially when you're sharing the plane with approximately 350 other people. Grandma and me started discussing this, and then I ask, "Where does it all go?"
I'm sure all of you are fascinated by this.
She pondered this for a moment before replying, "It goes into... the atmosphere."
Which would be totally disgusting, but apparently is partially true. It goes into a holding tank that gets cleared out after the flight, but also, freeze-dried lumps of brown and blue stuff has been known to fall out of the sky, and onto unsuspecting victims. Whoops.
But otherwise, I'm going to go eat my Crunchie bar. Sammi, you better reply to my letter soon. Katina, don't make me kill you.