Much Ado About Nothing: I’ll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No; if a man will be beaten with brains, a’ shall wear nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it, for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but, in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.

Today has been the most slow day ever and in fact slower than high school. Yes, I have all A's and really I think I'm a Genius, but no one else does because I'm a dork and say random things like:

" We don't ever talk about how cows are just the resemblance of ethnicity in our society."

But here's what happened to me last night. So here I am waiting for some comments last night and I get none. So heres the story. Like I usually do at 9:30 I get a sugary craving and go through the fridge and the pantry. There was absolutely no chocolate in the house, no caramel, no butterscotch, and defiantly no chocolate syrup.

So finally digging into the pantry and I found molasses, so I took a spoon and traveled towards the computer and almost tripped ( like the klutz I am) and had a spoonful of molasses exactly on the lips. So I finally got my self cleaned up and I put the molasses back and went back to doing what I am doing now.

With Love,

L