Officially Declared HEATHER DAY

So, today (well, this is going up after midnight, so yesterday) was the birthday of ma camarade de chambre, Heather Michelle. Look at her, isn't she lovely?
Yeah, I'm not actually this cruel. Here's a good picture I have of her, showing when she gets that goop washed off her face and actually puts makeup on :) (This was in the case of "Man Night"). I officially declare this blog as an homage to my lovely, wonderful, incredibly eccentric and spontaneous roommate, Heather Michelle. (I would have Jason Castro's version of "Michelle" going on in the background with my voice spontaneously yelling "Heather!" before all the "michelles" in the song. I sing the "Heather Michelle" version all the time...but I don't know how to do sound clips, especially since we haven't actually recorded our lives yet, as we've always planned to...)
Anyways, this is to Heather.
Once, there was a girl, who had the most awesome roommate in the world. The roommate's name was Britt. And this roommate loved the girl totally a lot, because the girl (whose name happened to be Heather) could make some MEAN chocolate souffle and could cause incredibly spontaneous things to happen, such as losing one's hair virginity. Yes, I said it. I have officially used chemicals to change the color of my hair. And it is all due to Heather. NOTE: my hair in this picture is not accurate. it has recently been sliced super-super short. like awesome rockstar short. it's pretty cool and very avant-guard :P
Anyways, back to the story. One day, this girl (named Heather) came home from a rather exciting shopping excursion with her very interesting sister-in-law and announced that she had fish. Not one, but two beta fish came to be apart of their household. Their names were Fred and Ginger. They lived in a cute little divided tank with blue rocks at the bottom that caused severe chemical problems in the water. The saddest thing was, these fish were not allowed, and would have to be stored under the bed during cleaning checks *gasps!*.
However, tragedy was to strike. But a few short days after the adoption of our beloved friends, poor Ginger suffered a fatal...death, and floated to the top of her tank, belly-up. The inhabitants of apartment 279, especially the new widower Fred, were heartbroken. Shortly thereafter, a funeral was held and Ginger's body was given to the porcelain gods.
Fred became one of those lovely merry widowers that has a sweet bachelor pad, as the divider was taken out, the poisonous rocks were removed, and his water was made super clean.
Back to our story, Heather and Britt very quickly became addicts of a certain show called American Idol. They began as fans of a young boy from Utah named David Archuleta, and still love him dearly, but have since realized that his voice can't do much. He's kind of stuck to lyrical ballads. They have since decided to love 1) David Cook, because his awesome rocker-ness is so freaking awesome and they secretly think he's actually going to win, 2) Michael Johns, because he's Australian, way hot, and has an amazing voice, so could totally do the rocker thing too, but more awesome, and 3) Jason Castro. This third person they don't think will win, but they love him. They love him first and foremost because he's so incredibly attractive. They even like his dreads. And because his awesome, laid-back, Jack Johnson-esque style is really cool. Heather and Britt have become very open-minded concerning dread locks :)
Now that you know about my secret pop-culture obsession, I will drop out of the third person. It was getting kind of hard.
That's my life recently. And my seriously serious opinions on life, the universe, and everything.
--name that movie, by the way :)