Ibsen was Swedish... I think...

Hey guys.

This is my new blog here (because I'm not stating the obvious or anything). I made it because Ye Olde Weblog became much too whiny. Here is Happy. Happy is Here. Not the dwarf... Snow White reference, for anyone who was thinking "Oh man, I told her they weren't TicTacs".

Lah Lah Lah. People, go read A Doll's House right now, (you have to do it later on anyway) because I want to be able to talk about it. The grammar in it (and also many of the sayings) are strange and I am 100% sure that it wasn't in English when first written. Before you go thinking I am an idoit, I thought so before I googled it! So NYEH NYEH.

Anyone who has bothered to read to this point is probably thinking "Aimee, English assignments are not happy. Your happy blog is epic fail" but give it a chance, man! As warped as it is, I love it (probably 'cause the main character is hyperactive on macaroons). I must google what macaroons are...

Holy cucumbers!!! (If someone can find me a holy cucumber I'll give you Catherine's $10).
It's 11pm. Argh. So much for getting a good night sleep for the SUMMATIVE Nutrition test tomorrow... Oh! Woe is me!

Haha. This face doesn't care. It just uses odd grammar and colloqueal language to rival (Swedish?) Ibsen. Go my face!... Or not. Yeah, I'm going to go with not.

I have an eraser that looks like two jigsaw puzzle peices (one pink, one yellow) and they are holding hands. It makes me happyface.