'i know this much is true...'

• It's virtually impossible not to sing along to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Try not to. I dare you. Before you realize it, you're four minutes in and are singing about Beelzebub. Yep. See what I mean? I'd be all, "Ha ha. Too late. You're time has come," and you'd be all, "Curses! I MUST sing this!" This song is the perfect remedy for when you don't have eight and a half minutes to commit to Meat Loaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Light (though, if you don't, I really have to ask, what in the world are you doing that is so damn important?). I believe science will one day prove my theory.
• It's also hard not to sing along to this song, too. Even if you're a good girl and play this version.
• I am easily distracted. I just spent more than 20 minutes singing along to all the above mentioned songs. There may also have been some dancing. Who am I kidding? There's always dancing.
• All that dancing has made me quite hungry. Cinnamon toast has become my latest obsession.
• Zac Ephron is trying to hypnotize me with his piercing eyes. Good effort, Zac, but trying like this might be better.
• The real reason my kids don't have school on Friday is because High School Musical 3 opens that day, and they'll need to be there. Because I love them and will take them. Seriously. Not because of Zac Ephron hypnotized me (Though, seriously, click through those photos. Does that sound like a kissing noise? If it does, I may need to fight some little girl for a seat closer to the screen).
• You shouldn't worry about me, though. I'm still very much a Joe girl. Or woman, if you insist on getting technical about it.
• Always Home and Uncool is trying to make me have a raging crush on him, but he needs to know that he doesn't have to work that hard (but it's cute!)
• I will never, ever understand The Price Is Right. Ever. I'm serious.
• I'm still incapable of watching a horror movie while home alone at night. Damn you, irrational fear of Big Foot and what you've done to me!
• Robot Chicken is the tits, still.
• Life would be so kick ass if we periodically broke out into perfectly choreographed song and dance routines. At the very least, it would keep my friends from looking at me uncomfortably when I do this now.
• I've been remiss in my use of haiku lately.
• I'll tell myself all day that I will sit in my narcolepsy chair and read one of these books, but I'll probably spend this rainy day doing laundry, picking up, baking, and clearing off my DVR.
• Someone needs to give me a Cliff Notes version of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, because I am kind of irritating my Tool Man when I pause the DVR and ask for clarification on whether we're now in the future or the past. Trust me. I've seen all the movies. Many times. I'm just easily confused. Killer robots are wacky, yo!
• Also, the above truth has nothing to do with what might be the real truth, which is I spend most of the T:SCC waiting for Brian Austin Green to show up onscreen.
• I seriously want to be Kelly Ripa.
• I do not watch as much television as this post would have you believe.
• This kind of post is what keeps me from reading any of the above mentioned books and writing haikus.

I have cinnamon toast to go eat and some Queen to sing along with now. Feel free to share that which you believe to be true with me. Or, you know, write me a haiku. Whatever.