You're a pud.
The "Dreamgirls" soundtrack: buy it, borrow it, burn it, illegally download it -- I don't care. Just spend every day of your life listening to it, and all will be well.
It's almost surreal skimming my last entry. It's like that was a naive decade ago. The past two weeks have been such a whirlwind of... I don't even know what. Long story short: my 21st, "House" season one, "Scrubs" season three (finally!), first hospital visit, back problems, TiVo, "fuck you" ... And now I'm all smiles.
Not to mention that I still don't think I've gotten over the ending to almost every one of my favorite TV shows last week (and by "almost every one," I mean, like, three, of the eight that I watch weekly). Damn you, Keppler. That's gonna stay with me for a while...
Who would have really thought talking about the college dating scene and sex would really be so amusing? Damn copyrights, but those cute guys sure are worth it.
Less than two weeks until my beloved Academy Awards! Ellen; Marty Scorsese walking away with a small, golden statue of a naked man (PLEASE!!!); Greg Kinnear and Steve Carell in tuxes ... Really, what more could a girl ask for? It's gonna be one hell of a night.
I hate Science tests. Maybe this semester will be easier. (Ha.) Maybe if all of the muscles in my body would loosen up a bit, I'd feel better. I wonder if it was that progressive muscle relaxation exercise today... That's certainly not going to become a regular part of my daily life. (God - everything hurts.)
My Oscar speech will come straight from the heart. You just wait and see. (Boy, am I excited!)
Just remember that everything comes down to poo. (And you should really learn Spanish - you never know when you might get stuck on a tour bus in some strange Spanish city in your dreams.)
Dance with, or at least clap along to, the absurdity of life.
Good afternoon and good luck. God bless and God speed.
It's almost surreal skimming my last entry. It's like that was a naive decade ago. The past two weeks have been such a whirlwind of... I don't even know what. Long story short: my 21st, "House" season one, "Scrubs" season three (finally!), first hospital visit, back problems, TiVo, "fuck you" ... And now I'm all smiles.
Not to mention that I still don't think I've gotten over the ending to almost every one of my favorite TV shows last week (and by "almost every one," I mean, like, three, of the eight that I watch weekly). Damn you, Keppler. That's gonna stay with me for a while...
Who would have really thought talking about the college dating scene and sex would really be so amusing? Damn copyrights, but those cute guys sure are worth it.
Less than two weeks until my beloved Academy Awards! Ellen; Marty Scorsese walking away with a small, golden statue of a naked man (PLEASE!!!); Greg Kinnear and Steve Carell in tuxes ... Really, what more could a girl ask for? It's gonna be one hell of a night.
I hate Science tests. Maybe this semester will be easier. (Ha.) Maybe if all of the muscles in my body would loosen up a bit, I'd feel better. I wonder if it was that progressive muscle relaxation exercise today... That's certainly not going to become a regular part of my daily life. (God - everything hurts.)
My Oscar speech will come straight from the heart. You just wait and see. (Boy, am I excited!)
Just remember that everything comes down to poo. (And you should really learn Spanish - you never know when you might get stuck on a tour bus in some strange Spanish city in your dreams.)
Dance with, or at least clap along to, the absurdity of life.
Good afternoon and good luck. God bless and God speed.