The one where I sing about Pickles
Hello there, people of the internet! (I suppose, if you stick around online long enough it becomes akin to a "Children of the Corn" sorta creepy situation, but, hey, you're here and I'll take whatever audience I can get, so thanks!) You might, at this point, be asking yourself "Holy cow! Is this girl ever gonna actually LEAVE???" I know you are asking yourself this, because I've been asking myself about this, too! I mean, this is my 27th blog post (so if you've become really bored and only recently tuned in to this process, I encourage you to take what little free time you probably don't really have, procrastinate semi- to highly-important things, and dive into the archives with a forgiving nature to my weirdness and ways). Obviously, the road from Florida to Brazil is a long one (that I won't be taking because airplanes are much faster), in fact, it seems to take longer to get there than any other YASC placement this year (be sure to c