Wow, all in 5 minutes, I got Zwan "Mary Star of the Sea" w/ DVD and stickers(!), Gin Blossoms "New Miserable Experience," and Gin Blossoms "Congratulations I'm Sorry."
It kind of makes up for the fact that I had to drive almost 300 miles today and spend well over half of my biggest paycheck ever. Stupid contacts. Anyway, Billy, I love you. I'm sorry I called you an a-hole.

I love how I see "thugged out" black people on talk shows and they follow every single thing they say with, "Yo wa'am sayin'?" (also pronounced, "You know what I'm saying?") And I just sit there and think, "No. I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, because you sound like a ghetto version of Ozzy Osbourne, except not funny."

I first woke up a little after 1:30am because I heard yelling and door slamming. I remembered where I was, then tried to figure out who was yelling. Apparently, Joe's suitemates were having a row, with two of them calling each other "big gay fag" and threatening to get a petition to not be each other's roommate anymore. That was about an hour ago. Then I heard some female voices, then the unmistakable sound of someone puking. Then all of a sudden everyone was laughing and it sounded like a big best-friend party. That went on for some time. Then one of the guys talked at some length about flip-flops. Now there are no female voices, but still plenty of boisterous talk and occasional laughter. SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU! IT'S 2:30am! GO TO SLEEP!

And now I can't sleep. I hate SUNY. I hate losers who use college as a pretense for binge drinking.

Is sleeping late risky? Boy, am I in trouble. No really though, it says it's unhealthy for a person to consistently get more than 9 hours of sleep a night. Who does that!? Who in the world has time for that!?

Nice cape...
So this is what country music is all about? Now I know why my mom complains about it all the time. I knew I never liked Shania Twain (especially with her being on the cover of my Rolling Stone (what is up with that?)) but this is just stupid. I liked the quip someone made: "Hey Shania, Cher called and she wants her 'clothes' back." Besides the fact that I had to work, it's stuff like this that makes me not want to watch the Super Bowl, or be a part of pop culture for that matter. The world sucks.
I'm going to go watch the State of the Union address.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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Wow, money can be wicked frickin' depressing. Think you want to live in NYC? Do the math.

I need No-Doz or caffiene pills or something. I just fell asleep on my livingroom floor for an hour and a half and now I'm going to be late for H&A. RIT's sucking the life out of me.

According to MSN House & Home, Rochester has an average of 135 days per year where the temperature is below 32 degrees F. That means I am voluntarily living in a place that is colder than freezing 38% of the time.

For those of you who keep track of your weird google hits, check out the wacky search phrases this girl gets and realize that yours are just the tip of the iceberg.

Need a slogan? Check the Advertising Slogan Generator.
My favourites:
"Get the door - It's Screw Flanders."
"This isn't your father's Screw Flanders."
"Yo quiero Screw Flanders."
"Screw Flanders, the other white meat."
"Screw Flanders - Australian for beer."
and
"Screw Flanders. It's everywhere you wanna be."
I did not take the time to look at all purported 501 slogans.

This is so STUPID. I can't say anything else. It's just STUPID. Not the fact that they were investigating him, the fact that an 18 year old with a single mom has a $50,000 vehicle.

I saw the craziest thing when I was driving home from school. As I was looking through my windshield, I caught a glimpse of this odd color. I looked up in the sky and saw a patch that looked almost blue. I leaned forward and squinted, and sure enough, it really was blue. In Rochester. In January. No, I'm not lying. Maybe there is a light at the end of the hell-hole.

"...his funny facechel expressions..."

IMDb used to be so real and unadulterated. Now it's overrun by bastard simpletons.

So glad we didn't have to pay to rent "Signs." M. Night Shyamalan, you're not so hot.