Pepper and Procrastination

Today's entry is brought to you by the letter P.

I am perpetually in a state of procrastination, preparing to not prepare for the precarious problems of my educational pilgramage and the palisades of life. Plus, I have plundered upon a profound perception pertaining to pepper.

Translation: I just had an awesome idea. And I don't want to do my American History homework.

So my little brother, Devin, was actually being sweet for a moment and decided to make popcorn (Ooh, another p!). The drawback: the little weirdo likes to pepper (verb) his popcorn with pepper (noun).

So of course I scarfed it down, because I love popcorn and I am, in fact, a pig (that makes 18).
I also have a cold, so I've grown accustomed to not breathing. Much to my surprise, after I scarfed down the peppery popcorn, I could breathe! My sinuses were singing like an "Allelujah!" chorus.

Long Story Short: I am going to make a cold medicine with the main ingredient being pepper and cure the world of mucus and become a millionaire.
SCREW YOU, TYLENOL! :)

Okay, okay, so it's not that great of an idea. It's not even particularly (22) clever.
But these are the things that go on in my brain. And my mind. And my head, too. ( School Of Rock quote, ya'll.)


So, I guess this post is pretty pointless (25).
And poppycock. And.... persnickety.
Pip Pip! Cheerio!

Partially,
Bailey

P.S. At this moment, we're watching Harry POTTER. Whoo, boy. :) That totals to 31 P's.
... I need to get a life. :)