Let's get down to business.

Am I talking about me getting down to business to actually write on this blog that I created months and months ago?

No.

Am I talking about me getting down to business to get straight A's in every single new class this semester?

No.

Am I talking about me getting down to business to actually clean my half of my dorm room that has been a disaster of clothing since about Thanksgiving?

Oh, goodness, no.

If you don't know the phrase that comes directly after "let's get down to business," then I don't think we can be or are actually friends because Disney clearly failed you as a child or adolescent or teen or somewhat mature adult.

I will prove to you, you poor, sad, deprived child, the usefulness of knowing the context of such an intense phrase:

I was walking on my cheery, cold, sick way to the Tanner Building one morning last week. I wasn't feeling that great so I was walking at approximately a snail's speed. As I enjoyed my solitary walk, I happened upon a real gem of a conversation of the two people behind me. They eventually passed me because I was still plodding along at my sad speed. The real magic occurred, however, when they split to walk in two different directions a ways ahead of me.

I feel like now is the appropriate time to bring up their description:

Boy.

Girl with bun.

(Just to clarify: It wasn't a messy/chic blogger bun.)

(Not even the ever-so-popular the sock bun.)

(It was the full on Shang hairstyle.)

OH, HE OWNS THAT PONYTAIL.

Now, this girl did not look like a shirtless, ripped, Chinese, male, fictional, animated Disney character. She was just wearing her hair up like I know every girl has done on at least some day in her life.

The only reason, in fact, that I even noticed that she wasn't sporting that hip and trendy sock bun was because, as the boy and the girl parted, the boy gave his farewell and a final piece of wisdom:

"Watch out for Chinese warriors!"

What a good friend.

I haven't the slightest clue how that came up in their however lengthy or short conversation, but the first thing I thought of was Mulan.

Then, because of my supremely snail-esque pace and the fact that they were now so far ahead, I could hear the people behind me talking about such an unusual tidbit of knowledge that was passed along to the bun-wearing girl. Whilst trying to cross the street and get to class on time, all I caught was:

"Slightly racist, but good advice."

And, when you really think about it, it's true.

That is how you learn new things, not just at school, but also on the way to school.

So, the moral of the story here, my true Disney-lovin' friends, is to watch out for Chinese warriors as they are the ones who get down to business to do nothing else but defeat the Huns.

No, really. Watch out.

They're as swift as a coursing river.