The brain has reached max capacity for normalcy

What is a girl to do when, after only getting an hour of sleep, she must endure an entire day of school and regulate the moisture levels of her epidermis? THE ANSWER: wiki "fist-pumping". I am proud to say, Rosalind, that I feel enlightened after reading just the first sentence of this article : "The fist pump is a celebratory gesture in which a closed fist is raised before the torso and subsequently drawn down and nearer to the body in a vigorous, swift motion."

I am proud to proclaim that, with due credit to Wikipedia, I will never again fist-pump like a mentally challenged, seizurely walrus.

Speaking of Wikipedia, I wonder if you have ever played the so-called "wiki game". In this game, two players face off in a death match of wits, common sense and ability to see the correlation between different topics, as they attempt to get from one page to another, completely unrelated one, only by clicking links on the page. This task must be assigned by an independent third party, and must be completed in either the shortest amount of time or links in order to win.

FOR EXAMPLE, TO GET FROM: Icebergs to Britney Spears

1. ICEBERGS: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iceburgs
2. MANHATTAN: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan
3. NEW YORK CITY: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City
4. SONY MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sony_Music_Entertainment
5. LIST OF SONY MUSIC ARTISTS: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Sony_Music_artists
6. BRITNEY SPEARS: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britney_Spears

WARNING: this is extremely fun. like seriously. so fun. your face might just explode because you wont be able to handle it. because its that fun. BUT IT IS ALSO ADDICTIVE. like crack only less harmful. not that I am dealing you crack over the Internet or anything. just... nvm. just go play it. I can guarantee you will waste a lot of time, but the feeling of satisfaction you get from getting from a Narwhal to Hitler in just four clicks is just too good to pass up.

My checkers pieces and I are off to visit a certain connoisseur about a certain golden fountain pen. And so, from our fortress of solitude, we bid you ADIEU.