Duh duh duh duuuh.

I don't understand how people are supposed to figure out a melody from that. It happens all the time, someone's humming a song that you don't understand and when you ask them about it they jerkishly say, "figure it out bub! Duh-duh-duh-duuuh." That's the point where you just walk away.
And if you couldn't tell, I had the Indiana Jones theme stuck in my head (you'll see why), so that's the melody.

Yesterday, I took a trip to the record store. There, I found plenty of record that I wanted, including Van Halen that came with a poster. I planned on getting a live Rush album, and something else. This is the point where Jason gets mad, and tries to get me to buy Pink Floyd.
Well, my dad found the Indiana Jones soundtrack. And Brooke went crazy, and I was immediately forced into buying it. AND that's why I have Indiana Jones stuck in my head.

I never thought a girl would cry about fireworks. On new years eve I was babysitting little kids, and it was extremely foggy. You couldn't see across the yard at all, so we stayed inside and watched (unfortunately) Cars 2.
It became time to celebrate the new year, and gunshot-like sounds were heard instantly. Then, one of the girls started crying. Expecting something bad, Brooke and I walked out to see a kid in the bounce house, sobbing. "I can't see...sniff...the fireworks...sniff, but I can hear them...sniff...We always...sniff...watch the fireworks...sniff...on new years...sniff"
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They're just fireworks.
Eeyup