and it begins, again

let's see how long i can keep this up. who wants to place a bet on my consistency, or lack thereof, of posting? and i write in lowercase letters because i hate using the shift key. so there.

i finished phillip pullman's his dark materials and was a bit disappointed at the end. however, i'm always disappointed at the end of good stories because i want them to go on forever.

here's a story to start things off:

my brother and i used to share an apartment and one summer evening, he had a new girlfriend over to hang out. we were all sitting around and talking, when i suddenly felt the urge for a fudgesicle. so i went to the freezer to find the fudgesicles behind a huge bag of ice. well, of course i dropped a bunch of ice onto the floor while trying to get my fudgesicle and bent down to pick it up. as i stood up to throw the ice into the sink, i forgot that the freezer door was open right above me, and i knocked the freezer door clean off of the refrigerator!