Driving home from Wal-Mart, Joe and I were engaged in mindless chatter. It gave way to the following conversation.

Joe: You live, you learn, then you get Luvs™.
Wendy: Are we going to buy fancy, expensive diapers for our kids?
Joe: No, we're using cloth diapers.
Wendy: Oh-ho, and are you going to change and wash them?
Joe: No, you are.
Wendy: Then we ain't usin' no cloth diapers.
Joe: Why not? Don't you want to be traditional?
Wendy: That's not traditional, that's like, antiquated. I'm taking your paycheck, and I'm buying the nicest diapers there are. And the fancy quilted butt-wipes.
Joe: But I don't trust those plastic diapers.
Wendy: Trust?
Joe: Yeah, the plastics probably leak toxins into your baby while it's wearing the diaper.
Wendy: Hello, my name is Joe. Even though I refuse to touch the cloth diapers, I will insist that our babies wear them because "plastic" diapers will leak toxins into their skin.
Joe: What?
Wendy: Name one store that sells cloth diapers.
Joe: There are some.
Wendy: Name one.
Joe: Well, you don't have to buy a lot, because you use them over and over.
Wendy: And who washes them?
Joe: You do.
Wendy: Right.

Wendy likes Jello Jigglers™.

One hour and seventeen minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, my phone rang. By the distinctive ringtone, I could tell that the call had originated at my parents' house. I decided that even though I wanted to keep sleeping, I should answer the call. I pressed talk and said, "Hello?" My dad said, "Hello, is Jeff Peterson there?" I said, "Uh, no, this is Wendy Peterson..." My goony dad couldn't remember which speed dial button he had programmed for me and for my brother. So he thought he was calling Jeff. Yay. Less sleep is awesome. Just like less shame.

If I saw a car hurtling toward David Alan Grier at breakneck speed, I wouldn't yell to him to tell him to get out of the way. I'd distract him, so that he would get hit, and die. And painfully.

What a boring life I lead. I have no friends to speak of in Rochester, and I'm excited about moving home to live with my parents for the summer. I am excited about the thought of saving over $1500 just by not having to pay for that stupid apartment for 3 months. All day yesterday I didn't go outside until about 5:30pm. I spent my day sitting in Joe's dorm room puttering around on the computer and watching television. We went down to see his sister and her husband and their dog (who loves Joe more than anything, I think) and that was the highlight of my day. I'm not doing anything today either. I just have to do my linear perspective drawing and then go to work at 2:30. Fun times. I guess I just thought college was going to be more interesting.

I don't have any comments. I just thought it was an interesting picture.

The video for [Madonna's] album’s first single was pulled due to offending images of her throwing a hand grenade at a George W. Bush look-alike — an image Madonna said might be misunderstood while the nation was at war with Iraq.
Really, what is there about that to be misunderstood? How could that be understood another way?

Hello!
If I can stay until this August, I'd like to move into your apartment at the end of this May.
WOOHOO!!!

I saw a poster at school today that was simply handwritten on thin cardboard:

Puppies for sale.
Price: 1 lime, 1/2 cup mayonnaise.
Cannot be paid in cash equivalent.
Must love your puppy.

Neat. Someone using google.ca got to my blog by searching for "package powdered gravy parking lot."

Note to self: Kill Bjork.

Anybody love Guster and want to go see them with me at SUNY Oswego on Thursday, May 1st? Open invitation.

I have been having the weirdest dreams lately.
I just dreamed that I was Ben Affleck, and Jewel was my girlfriend, and I was walking around downtown Jamestown during Lucyfest eating uncooked dough in the shape of a 6-pack filled with bottles of Labbats Blue and I was trying to figure out which way was west and then a wise-cracking well-dressed teenage black guy gave me a bouquet of multi-colored roses and told me to get in a limo.
Analyze that. I dare you.

I just ate the mother of all burritos. It must have weighed a pound and a half. It was tasty.

This article is really funny. Sometimes it's funny when old couples scream at each other.

I just learned that the sun rises and sets 4 minutes later in Rochester than it does in Oswego. Neat.

Don't act too shocked to hear this... There is not a single good show listed on the Fall TV Sneak Preview list. TV is such a craphole. That's why I stick to my computer full of Simpsons episodes. And by the way Matt, I only voted in your poll ONCE. *and I did vote for the simpsons*

Wow. Someone got to my blog by searching for "Mark McGrath penis." Wow.