Touch-typist.

At school yesterday I saw a girl out of the corner of my eye typing one-handed. I couldn't help turning and staring since hunt-and-peck typists are such an oddity to me. I mean, really, just spend twenty minutes learning how to type for reals.

She was actually pretty good at it, though, and had a sort of rhythm going. She would look at the screen then at her notes and then at her hand as it snaked its way around the keyboard. I was mesmerized by the smooth way she hit all of the keys with just her left hand and this is probably why it took me a few seconds to realize that she only had a left hand. Its mate was missing along with about half of her right forearm.

I quickly jerked my head away. In an instant I had changed from a rude bystander gawking at somebody's inability to learn touch-typing into a rude bystander gawking at somebody's making do despite a fairly debilitating handicap. This is huge douche-bag territory. Thankfully, she didn't notice me watching.

The worst part was that she was pretty cute and I toyed with the idea of asking her out. In the end my natural inclination towards being a weenie won out. Though I told myself it was excusable only because I had no way of knowing if she was married or not.

Destiny.

I got fifteen dollars to spend on music from the iTunes store. I still don't know how to work that thing, but I have had a brilliant idea. I will use this as an opportunity to expand my musical horizons!

Everybody gets to tell me one song to purchase. Ideally it will be a song that I will like and that will make me a more rounded connoisseur of music. You only get to suggest one song, though.

Also, only the first fifteen people. Since only two people visit this blog and only one of them can read I don't think this will be a problem.

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