OLP. Good show.

Wow, apparently there is a Rochester band called "FUBAR." Wow.

Superb. I love working until midnight, then having to go right back at 8am. And I get to work until 4:30, at which time I have to drive directly from P&C to RIT because my friends are meeting me in the parking lot for the OUR LADY PEACE concert (e.g. the most exciting thing I have been excited about in a long time). Hopefully we'll be able to get into the Dino BBQ. Otherwise, I don't know where we're going to eat.
Who cares!? Raine and the boys are coming to RIT! WHEEEEEE!

Wow, Ronald Reagan is the oldest ex-president ever. Rock on, Mr. Reagan.

The audience has spoken, and it doesn't care what the judges think. The first two American Idol finalists were surprises: Julia and Charlie.

Yeah, real frigging surprise. I distinctly remember Simon telling Julia right after her song, "I think you're one of the stronger people in this competition." Sounds like he really hates her. And Charlie, hey, he sang well and represented the hood. I thought that blond ho would get through, but whatever. I voted for Julia.

You know, I had no idea Julia's sister was Isabella Rossellini. She should've signed up for "Joe Millionaire." Then her sparkling personality could've really shined through. Speaking of which, there he is. Cross promotion! Evan comes out and does nothing but show his face and clap on cue. Was this planned out three seconds in advance? "Okay, go out there and…uh…just don't knock anything over." He looks like he got lost and wandered onto the wrong set.
If you watched American Idol on Tuesday, which I assume most of you did not, this is funny. Very funny.

Amélie is a really good movie. I like the story for the most part, but I just think it's awesome cinematically.

FREAKING A, STOP IT!

From an article about 20 ways to motivate yourself to exercise:
3. Employ fear: Did you know that not exercising at all is equivalent to smoking a pack of cigarettes a day?
So you're telling me I'm going to get emphysema.

Look, if you want to get on your cell phone and have your little hissy-fit with your mommy and daddy about why your tuition hasn't been paid yet, don't do it in the middle of the computer lab where everyone has to listen to you.

Wow, it's not even 9:30pm and I'm going to sleep.

You know, it's sad, but this article thrills me. I would rather have Ben Affleck marry Matt Damon than Jennifer Lopez. She is such a beotch. And it would be really really lame if they are going through all of this relationship turmoil for publicity. I hate celebrities. But I hate J.Lo much more than most.

Wow, there is so much school-related work I should be doing right now, but instead I am making paltry posts and inane conversation with Joe. I need to buckle down.

Dinosaur BBQ... mmmmmmmmmm.....

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I love error messages.

Apparently I got a hit to my other website by someone searching for "Thing's about best friend's." Good to know intelligent people aren't reading my stuff.

Almonds & Corals... Is it possible to feel homesick for a place you've only been once? Yes, yes, oh God, yes!

Wahoo! This is the first month that I have used more than half of my "night and weekend" minutes, and I've managed to do it in 17 days! I would love to have a month where I get my entire $50 worth of "free" long distance, 350 "anytime" minutes, and the 2150 night/weekend minutes. Plus, my account balance due is now negative $5.00 because I've been making good on the offer of a 50-cent credit for every dropped call. Hey, if they want to keep their fifty cents, they shouldn't cut me off in the middle of a sentence. I use all of my minutes by getting Joe to stay on the line even when he's begging me to let him go to sleep, and three times, we've watched American Idol and following shows together on the phone, so that accounts for at least 9 of the 18 hours used so far...
Hey, I have to get my jollies somewhere, 'cause I'm not getting them at RIT. I'm going to sleep now so that I can be still and try not to think about throwing up. Stupid chinese food. I'm very tired.

You heard it here first, folks. I don't think I'm going to go to class tomorrow. Me no feely good.