I love peanut m&m's, especially the Valentine's Day ones.

I have decided that I am not very interesting and I will tell you how I found this out. On my way home from work I hear on the radio that there is a casting call for Survivor cast members just down the road from our place. I think, why wouldn't someone pick me to be on a reality show? I know what your thinking, how vain am I, but honest none the less. So I think...I'll call rosie and we can dazzle these producers and then be two of the eight hundred people to get a call back. rosie can talk a lot and I am always interested in what she has to say so surely everyone else would be too. So we get to the restaraunt Sam's Boat where all this is happening and we get a long application to fill out full of questions about ourselves. Peice of Cake. Then, after waiting in a long line we had two minutes of talking about ourselves in front of a camera, the camera man, and pretty much everyone else watching. After 20 or so minutes of filling out the application, rosie and I quickly talked our selves out of this whole process. I realized I am boring, I haven't really done all that much that would make me any different then anyone else and here's the kicker: I would probably not be prepared to build my own shelter and find my own food at the ridiculous chance that I would actually be on the show which was stated that I would have to do in the contract. I am sorry for all 4 of my readers for writing this much about nothing at all that happened. Dang. It wasn't a total loss, I watched survivors premier for the first time ever and I'm hooked. I am so impressionable. I should have written that down on the application.
For anyone out there that is up between 7 and 8: Saved by the Bell comes on TBS and pretty much puts me in a fantastic mood for the rest of the day. Today was the first day though. I hear Cody is buying the seasons and I applaud him greatly. I worked out so hard this morning I almost passed out at curves. How weird am I. I am ashamed. TGIF because I need a break.