Pendant que mon episode de Buffy se charge;

I realise that May has been a bad month for blogging. For not just me, but for all of us, and I can only think of one reason why this is so:

Rootbeer floats.

No- hear me out. (I am awful bored because I had to wake up early because Kaylie had to run away with her boyfriend Wewic to go to Banff just now, which I found extremely offensive, as did my REM's.) This is for real, though, I promise.

P.S. Ryan, I think you should take me to Banff. We would have so much fun and wreak complete havoc on that poor town. I would probably make you stay in the car, so as not to frighten the wildlife.

But anyways:
You see, root beer floats are an example of a pairing of things that you wouldn't expect to go well together, but they do (in most people's opinions. Not in mine. But this is currently a moot point.) Just like bungee jumping and hallucinogenics, or mathematics and hallucionogenics, ice cream and root beer are two very appallingly and drastically different substances that, when combined, make a dynamic duo. Much like blogging, and, per se, the flow of ideas and words and thoughts to be interpreted into entries. The problem is is that root beer floats have become such a world wide phenomenon that excites tastebuds each and every day, people are starting to lose interest in other possibilities of dynamic duos (i.e. useless tidbits of information about your every day life and sharing online)- they fear (naively) that no other dynamic duo can possibly be as dynamic or fluid a duo as a root beer float. In short, people are scared to try combining new flavors and ideas, all because your every day person is weighed down with the godly presence of the root beer float.

But you see, then there are people like me, who do not like root beer floats- I still see the possibility of retaining the ingenuity of blogging about useless things, like this.