I friggin love being awake at 7am on Saturday morning. IT'S GRRRRRRREAT!

I am so allergic to everything. Especially stupid Easter lilies.

Rochester Police have identified the victim in Thursday’s shooting outside a store on the corner of Child Street and Jay Streets. 32-year-old Eric Williams of Rochester was shot several times. Police are looking for two male blacks in their 20`s who were observed leaving the scene in a 1990 Chevy vehicle. Police say the shooting was not random and appears to be drug related. Anyone with information is asked to call 911.

I used to drive through that intersection every day when I worked at Gregorio's. Yay.

I'm thinking I should buy a Nerf Crotch Bat.

Update, 19 1/2 hours later: Dave, I wasn't asking if you wanted to go to that HBO Def Slam whatever WITH ME or anything. I was actually half-mocking your interest in slam poetry. By half-mocking, I mean just regular mocking.

"Shacking Up: The Smart Girl's Guide to Living In Sin Without Getting Burned."
I know it's stupid, but that title makes me laugh.

56% of poll respondents on Asheville, NC's Citizen-Times website voted that yes, they are boycotting French products.

I know I'm not the only one who is sick to death of this windbag.

RIT hosts HBO Def Poetry Slam on Friday, April 18th. Interested, Dave?

Speaking of Weddings...
Freddie Prinze, Jr. told NW magazine that he was so ill before his wedding to Sarah Michelle Gellar, he was surprised he made it down the aisle at all. "I don't remember the details, because I was drunk most of the time," he admits. "The night before I ate something and I got so sick I started hallucinating. I was literally shaking on the floor. My best man comes in and I'm butt naked on the floor in a cold sweat looking for my mom. He was like, 'You're getting married in five minutes, your mom and everyone is sitting down waiting for you.' He was dressing me and I had drool on my cheek. His hand was on the small of my back, holding me up straight so I didn't fall over. But I survived."

Wow. That must be the most romantic wedding story I have ever heard.

DAMN IT!!!
I don't know what is wrong with my alarm clock, but this is the second time this week that it just hasn't worked. Great. So not only did I miss M&P lab, I am going to be at least 1/2 an hour late for Photo. I don't know how sensitive Owen is about lateness, but this isn't the first time I've been late. WONDERFUL DAY.

4:48am... I am going to sleep for 2 hours and 12 minutes. Drawing is the devil.

It's 3[:57]am; I must be lonely.

I'm starting to get scared that this is going to turn into an all-nighter. I don't handle all-nighters well.

I am so mad. I have lived in the greater Clover St./Monroe Ave. area for more than 17 months and just yesterday I found a faster and much less road rageous way to get to RIT. It only takes 2-3 minutes off my commute, but there are 5 fewer traffic lights and a heck of a lot fewer cars. Too bad I had to wait until there are only 4.5 weeks of school left to figure this out. MSN directions... for once you came through. Now if only you hadn't given me erroneous directions for getting through Syracuse...

Mom, Dad! What are you doing here?
We were planning on enjoying a relaxing vacation, but since you're here, we have to do some meddling.
We met the nicest boy in the cabin next to ours. He's not very ugly. You should marry him! Or at least use him to conceive a grandchild for us!
There he is, at the buffet.
[shot of a fat man sticking his fingers in a pot of bisque then licking his fingers]
He seems really nice, but... well... I already have a boyfriend.
Oh yeah? Where is he? And why isn't he here right now, fathering our grandchild?!

Funny high school memory of the day: Zoot Suit Wyatt.

How does 21 credits for fall quarter sound? Good? No? Well too bad. Two 5 credit classes, two 4 credit classes, and a 3 credit class. Lesbo-liscious.

Come get your fortune read!

I freaking hate making my schedule for school. It's so great when 2 out of 5 sections of a course list the instructor as TBA. No matter what, at least one class completely screws up my schedule. I hate RIT. ONE MORE FREAKING YEAR!