Family time in Texas is the straight tightest.

Today, I learned to use a handgun. Apparently, I have pretty good aim for a first-timer.

Later, I went with my cousin et al. and gorged on happy hour nigiri/gyoza/sake bombs at a classy sushi bar.

In conclusion: Vacation > School

Reminder to self: When I get home, I need to cut my old jeans into cutoffs.

I haven't started packing yet...

staticprevails09: http://youtube.com/watch?v=aT434G38OBg

kerfuffleshuffle: hahah omg i heard this in best buy the other day and thought of you

kerfuffleshuffle: MEE AND YOUUU SETTING IN OUR HONEYMOON, THERE'S GENOCIDE IN DARFUR

kerfuffleshuffle: THERE'S GENOCIDE IN DARFUR

staticprevails09: meeeeeeeeeannnndyouuuuuuuuuuuuuu

kerfuffleshuffle: it sounds more like 'WE'RE A CONSCIOUS POP PUNK BAND TAKE US SRSLY PLZ"

staticprevails09: MEEEEANNNNYOUUUUUUU

staticprevails09: HON-EY-MOON

kerfuffleshuffle: GENOCIDE IN SUDAN

kerfuffleshuffle: INVISIBLE CHILDREN GO WITH OUR EQUALLY TRANSPARENT LYRICS

staticprevails09 : lol

kerfuffleshuffle: i'm a total dick now, huh? sorry, darfur.

kerfuffleshuffle: i just don't think issues like ethnic cleansing are best brought to light by bands that leave out vowels from song titles

staticprevails09: thnks fr th gncd nfo

My little brother cracks me up.

You know that that one guy you kinda know from school or at parties, who has a six-pack and always takes his shirt off for no reason? Everyone knows at least one of "that guy."

Yeah, well, ever since he's started working out, "that guy" is also my little brother.

Best song + music video of 2007

ilu mmgrgr

kerfuffleshuffle: who sings that l.o.v.e. song?

kerfuffleshuffle: and if you say ashlee simpson, i'll smack the shit out of you

staticprevails09 : i dont think ive heard it

kerfuffleshuffle: yes you have

kerfuffleshuffle: http://youtube.com/watch?v=JErVP6xLZwg

kerfuffleshuffle: it's nat king cole, thanks

staticprevails09: ooooh this song

kerfuffleshuffle: yeah

kerfuffleshuffle: when i hear this song, all i can think of is 4th grade girls singing it in a circle at a slumber party

kerfuffleshuffle: oh wait, that's because that's what i did in the 4th grade

staticprevails09: me too, what a coincidence

Tempura?

I'm not a big movie junkie, but Brian just sent me this trailer that blew my mind:


I absolutely must see this movie.

HOLLAAAA

I don't know if reading (almost) nonstop for three days straight now has made me delirious, but I cracked the fuck up when of the authors of my books discussed the "holler of the dollar."

It made me think of so many ridiculous rap references, only with a middle-aged, balding, white guy in a suit who has high blood pressure and an iced-out grill, and he's making it rain on D.C.

Since when am I so boy-crazy? This is pretty embarassing.

Sometimes, when I'm bored at work, I like to look up pictures of students who submitted trouble tickets.

HellooOOooOooo new bioinformatics student, Mr. Uzilov. I think I UzilovE the first picture on the website you asked me to post in the graduate student directory listing.

Okay, back to work.

Oh, the discomfort I endure for fashion...

Cotton spandex jersey Gloria-V body suit + Jeans:
Adorable in theory, Heinously wedgie-tastic in practice.

Finals are in two weeks...

There's really nothing like waking up bright and early to a full day of nonstop reading.

Also, can I just say that I love the term, "joint resolution?" Not as a drug reference, I think it just has a nice ring to it. Also: AUMF. It just rolls off the tongue really nicely.

A little holiday secret...

I really don't like Thanksgiving food.

It's amazing how much more passive-aggressive I've become in the past few months.

Just now, I got into work only to find some grad student doing homework on my computer (which is only technically my computer in that it's the only one in the lab with administrative privileges given specifically to me for work).

Instead of asking her to maybe swap computers, or ignoring the situation altogether and accepting it as a nice break from work, I got on another computer and started eating lunch really loudly.

Oh Caesar salad, you are so fresh, leafy, and full of flavor! I hope my impassioned savoring of your crispy hearts of Romaine (coupled with crunchy garlic croutons) won't have an adverse effect on other peoples' ability to learn!

FYI: It worked. She left. Victory is once again mine.

Goddamn, I'm immature.

Who needs sunlight, anyway?

If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting on the couch in my underwear for the next two weeks doing this:

I'm sorry, Matt.

The most gorgeous boy at UC Santa Cruz has class at 10:00 every Tuesday and Thursday morning somewhere on the east side of campus. I know this because he and I are consistently on the same bus every Tuesday and Thursday morning, and I consistently have trouble not staring at him.

That is all.

How I spend my days...

kerfuffleshuffle: i'm listening to dirty rap music and cooing at pictures of adorable bunnies and puppies and kitties
wisepanda4188: I'm not really surprised, to be honest
kerfuffleshuffle: one day, i'll find someone who shares this hobby
kerfuffleshuffle: and we will probably be BFFL's and get married maybe
wisepanda4188: or at least a civil union
kerfuffleshuffle: yeah

Mama would be so proud.

Being the diligent student I am, I finished my legal theory paper Monday night, despite the fact that it isn't due until Thursday.

On Tuesday, for the hell of it, I chatted with my professor about what I'd done with my essay. He advised, albeit very nicely and helpfully, that I cut about half of the 8 pages (i.e. almost completely rewrite it all), read 500 pages of another political theorist's essays, then try to look at the prompt from a different angle.

So that's all I'm doing today. I'm not going to study much for my bioethics midterm tomorrow (despite my being terrible at all things science), because I want to get an A on this fucking paper. It's not even because I want to ace the class (which, okay, I totally do), but more to prove to myself that hard work really does pay off, and that I can do this.

Hooray for self-motivation!

I hate this paper.

Oh my God, I fucking hate legal theory. And legal philosophy. Fuck them and the people who write their stupid, idealistic, rambling, incoherent, 800-page treatises.

This week needs to end now, thanks.

Someone call the waaah-mbulance!

Halloween was really disappointing. Now I'm just looking forward to Winter Break. Mmm...

I know Political Jurispridence is important...

...But I can't bring myself to pay attention to Hans Kelsens' theory on Grundnorm.

This morning, I woke up earlier than usual to pack a lunch to bring to school with me. I took my time carefully wrapping up a warm, toasted bagel with cream cheese and lox before getting sidetracked by an early-morning phone call, and running out the door to catch the bus onto campus.

As soon as I'd stepped into the threshold of the lecture hall, my stomach dropped: I realized that in my flurry out of the house, I'd left the lunch I'd so painstakingly prepared at home, on the kitchen counter.

Even though it's sunny and warm outside, today will be a sad, sad, hungry day.

It's Britney, bitch.

I'm buying Britney Spears' new album, "Blackout" next Tuesday, the 30th.

Seriously, though, fuck the haters.

I'm home! Frealsies!

I've returned from more American Apparel-ing in Ft. Worth, and am back to the comfort of my parents' home/refrigerator. My mom bought a shitload of lobster for dinner, and I'm way stuffed.

I have a lot of things to look forward in the upcoming weeks. :3

My new Life Dream:

I want to get a pool full of Pomeranians......And go swimming.

Melissa and I got to talking...

kerfuffleshuffle: you know what's funny?
kerfuffleshuffle: besides sheryl crow lyrics
kerfuffleshuffle: titanic quotes
starryaira: lol
kerfuffleshuffle: take any quote from that movie out of context and throw a "-titanic" at the end
kerfuffleshuffle: it's hilarious
starryaira: haha
kerfuffleshuffle: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120338/quotes
kerfuffleshuffle: i'm seriously LMAOing over here
starryaira: lol
starryaira: you shine up like a new penny
kerfuffleshuffle:
" Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this...
Jack: All right.
Rose: Wearing "only" this. "
kerfuffleshuffle: BAHAHAHA
kerfuffleshuffle: oh my god, i'm dying

C'EST MON ANNIVERSAIRE!

It's my birthday!! Yay! Happy birthday to me!

Who knew 5cm of thin plastic could so easily fuck up my ability to function?

For my upcoming birthday party, I put on a set of some ridiculously long, ghetto acrylic nails I got for four bucks at the mall.

Now I literally cannot perform, or at least, successfully execute even the simplest of tasks. Picking up a pencil off the floor, typing faster than my grandma, and picking my nose have suddenly become frustrating (and sometimes treacherous) tasks.

Seriously, how in the fuck do those manicure-crazy girls get shit done?

I'm scared.

I had a nightmare last night where my family and I got caught in the middle of a terrorist attack. Then I wake up and see this:

French Foreign Minister Bernard Kouchner says the world should prepare for war over Iran's nuclear programme.

Source

I know the "world leaders" have been jonzing for war with Iran for a while, but when the French want to declare war, it's like, "OH FUCK, SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL."

wee-oh wee!

If we're not married by 40 and we still get along we should just get married.

Drunk IMing is fantastic.

Bit shit poppin', and little shit stoppin'.

I got two fat paychecks two days apart. I love you so much, American Apparel.

Janelle took me to the Garden of Eden and we swam around and drank beer with her house mates and their friends. It was so so so pretty. I'm pretty good at skipping rocks.

After that, Jerome and I went out for Sushi Totoro, then grocery shopping at Trader Joe's. Tonight? Who knows! I love not having any real responsibilities.

American Apparel...

...has me jet-setting like whoa. SUP SAN DIEGO!

My day job rules.

My boss just came in, and while I was showing him all the new additions and fixes to the site, he caught a glimpse of my "Funny Cat Picture of the Day" iGoogle add-on. He immediately grabbed the mouse and started clicking through all the kitty pictures for a good five minutes, giggling at all the wacky kitties. It was really cute.

Back in the Cruz, for now.

Wowie zowie, Jerome just made the most delicious omelette evar.

<3 <3 <3

fhdsjkfhdskjhfdskjfh

I'm modeling for American Apparel in Las Vegas and I just got a free pair of sick-ass Reeboks at a party just now and I'm srsly having the time of my life.

I type gooooooooooooooood

My first day of my first trade show!

The highlights, because I don't want to forget:
-Getting dressed by our own stylists
-Having pictures taken
-Meeting Dov Charney
-Dov tells me I'm cute, that he used my pictures in a couple ads
-Walking around all day in booty shorts
-Saw Lil Jon, brushed shoulders with P. Diddy, was declined at an offer of a free sample by (a very well-dressed) Ice Cube, watched Russell Simmons make a phone call, saw LL Cool J take pictures with fans, chatted with Steve Aoki
-Eating dinner at the Four Seasons...in a sweat suit
-FREE FUCKING CLOTHES
-Invitation to a GQ party, and sitting out
-Free drinks, without question
-Holy shit my life is baller

When it rains, it pours.

American Apparel just called me. I'm going back to LA to take more pictures. Like, tomorrow. Sweeeeet.

Literally 3 minutes after American Apparel called, I got a call from the law office to which I applied on Tuesday. I got that job, too.

Holy shit I'm gonna be busy.

Because I totally need a third job...

I have a job interview at 1, but I'm also making a pizza, and I don't think it's going to be finished cooking before I have to leave.

UGH LIFE IS SO HARD.

Fuck drug addicts.

Some motherfucker stole my bike. Fucking sawed through the locks on it and everything. It wasn't just any bike; my dad used to ride me around on it when I was a baby, and recently lovingly cleaned up and fixed it up for me to keep. That bike meant a lot to me.

Matt's sister told me about a local guy whose car was returned after having been stolen 50 years, and that miracles do happen, but I'm pretty sure it was probably spray painted a different color and traded for a few hits of smack down by the San Lorenzo River.

I really, really fucking hate junkies.

I'm in love with my first new house.

I'm in love with...

• Watching the summer afternoon sun set over palm trees.


• The smell of salty (but not too salty) sea air.


• Waking up to the faint sound of sea lions barking in the distance.


• Hearing loud popping noises coming from the Beach Flats, and running around my house screaming, "OH SHIT, SOMEONE JUSS' GOT CAPPED!"


• How all of these sensations can be realized from my very own house.

EW WTF

I accidentally went into a Flickr BDSM photo group area thing.

People can be so so so so so so so weird.

The irony of this situation kills me.

In an attempt at self-improvement after months of lethargic bliss, I swore to myself last night that I would return to a regular exercise regimen.

I trudged to the health club this afternoon, and in the locker room, made a point to stretch every limb and muscle in my body, so as to avoid (or at least allay) the inevitable cramps and soreness of not having exercised in ages.

I climbed on the treadmill and did a steady 15 minutes of brisk, uphill power-walking before breaking into a run. I suppose I grew a bit overzealous, and eventually worked up a sprint, when my keys jiggled out of the treadmill's tray.

Stopping the machine, I stepped off the machine's conveyor floor to pick up my keys. As soon as I stood up, everything faded to black, and I felt my body convulsing violently on the floor in a motion reminiscent of a seizure.

I finally woke up with blurry vision, trying to remember where I was. I managed to stand up, and, staggering, moaning, and panting the whole way, dragged my cut-up, bruised body back to the locker room. Why no one noticed anything, I know not; I suppose seeing half-conscious, agonized individuals wandering the halls is a normal sight among health nuts at the gym.

Fast forward to three hours later, I'm in the ER. Not epileptic, pregnant, or ill, just totally healthy. I didn't have a seizure, my head just lacked oxygen and blood flow as a result of physical overexertion.

In short: I try to get healthy, but then my body tells me to fuck off, and I end up in the hospital. Something tells me it's way easier (and less painful) just to be squishy.

Goddammit I hate adult fanatic Harry Potter fans.

I went to Border's today to pick up a copy of Gore Vidal's "Clouds and Eclipses," which I'd been itching to read for the past few weeks. When I stepped into the (rather long) line to pay, I noticed that everyone--everyone else standing in it was ardently clutching the new Harry Potter book, and nothing else. A middle-aged lady behind me was immersed in conversation with another 20-something girl, discussing how much more "poetic" Rowling's writing grew by book.

What a sad, sad world in which we live. The one book people finally do read is a children's book, and every non-child who takes it seriously (I.E. who dresses up for premieres, who is on edge at every "harrowing" plot twist, who claims affiliation with a fictional school's dormitories) is either stupid, or only keeps up because everyone else does. But it's usually both.

I'll bet anyone five bucks that today and yesterday were first time in years that half of all Harry Potter fans nationwide have set foot in a bookstore.

I feel embarrassed just looking at this picture. Really.

Seen during 6 hour layover in the D.C. airport:

I wish I had the balls to take pictures, but I didn't.

1. My high school's quarterback whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me. This is the same guy who proudly told me at a party senior year that he "got the section's [football] trophy, and was now going to get some pussy." In the airport we shared a double-take, a confused stare, and an awkward moment.
2. Intense-looking soldier in complete desert camouflage drab and heavy-duty hiking backpack, slurping on a bright pink smoothie while leafing through a women's magazine at the magazine stand.
3. Man who seems to have consumed fatal amounts of carotene in a short span of time; his face has a bright orange hue, and he has neon yellow hair and beard.
4. The most adorable family in the history of life: everyone has their nose in a book, and mother and son hold hands on occasion while the older sister smiles at what she's reading.
5. Frizzy-haired woman clothed head to foot in cheetah-print spandex, sitting next to me and looking eagerly over my shoulder at every word I type.
6. The Crocodile Hunter, in the flesh, sprinting to catch his flight.
7. Middle-aged man with a ridiculously thick head of salt-and-pepper grey hair. We can only speculate as to how natural such a lush mane can be for a man that age.
8. Blinged-out guy who looks like he just walked off the set of a hyphy rap video shoot, eating French fries and reading "Eragon."
9. Morbidly obese woman eating a sub sandwich. She squeezes one end too hard, and mayonnaise oozes out of the middle, spilling over the rest of the sandwich. With the amount slathered on, there is no conceivable way she can taste anything but mayo. I bet myself that she's going to wipe off the excess sauce, but I'm wrong: she takes a huge, voracious bite, and it makes the slightest squishing sound. I feel like puking.
10. Fat stack of the new Harry Potter book at the mini-Border's. The manager of the store, a small, energetic Asian lady, kept trying to convince me to get a copy (40% off! Good deal! Only $22!), because almost no one had bought any yet. Suck on that, Rowling.

I hate the Harry Potter series

FYI: Voldemort kills Snape, Beltatrix kills Ron, Harry kills Voldemort.

There, I ruined it for you. Now none of you have a reason to give J.K. Rowling any more money.

Cue fireworks, patriotic music.

Me: (wielding a can of Kronenbourg) AUX ARMES, CITOYENS! ON VA PRENDRE LA BASTILLE!
Mom: You're a pain.

Happy Bastille day, kids!

Le sigh.

This morning, the UC decided to be a sexy sugar mama and deposit Mystery Money in my bank account. This is most exciting.

I'll probably have something fun to blow it on when I get back to the states. Until then, I'm going to keep playing Pokemon Breakdown Blast!, and try not to be too bored.

sup france

Back in the mère patrie. Updates later.Le French toilet.

Deng, you cultured.

Grades are in.

WSUP I GOT AN A CON. LAW

I'm gettin all educated n shit.

In celebration, I think I'll spend the next three weeks Europe, and I'll probably leave tomorrow. I'll take pictures, I promise!

I wish I could spend my whole summer in Santa Cruz

After several hours of praising it as the best in the world, I finally managed to drag Matt to Mary Ann's Ice Cream. We decided to split a cup of strawberries and cream, and after his first spoonful, Matt sat back and made a big "Mmm" sound. "This is so good," he said, "Why would anyone ever want to commit suicide?"

It was probably the most adorable thing I'd ever heard anyone say in a long time.

Why I won't be leaving my mom's couch for the next 2 weeks:

I could really go for some pot stickers right now...

I just woke up to the TV on, blaring news of Paris Hilton's Prison Hunger Strike, and how medical experts and fans alike are distraught over her "troubling weight loss."

Despite my sleepy, medicated stupor, hearing this made me stop for a second. Paris Hilton? Not eating? Is this new?

Christ, I need to get out of the house.

Unf.

I just got my wisdom teeth removed. I'm not enough loopy and a little lonely.

I really wish I could eat Spaghetti-O's. Life is sad right now.

School's over. My roommates have moved out. Let's do this shit.

Tonight is the first night in ages that I've actually been completely alone. I'll admit, the first hour of solitude was intensely uncomfortable: having been constantly surrounded (or at least, a room away) from the presence of another for the past nine months, it was almost eerie knowing that my entire building is empty, save one or two semi-strangers a floor below me who also haven't moved out yet.

But now, it's actually kinda nice. For the first time in ages, I've been able to watch infomercials, rap along to dirty hip-hop at maximum volume, pick at final-exam-induced pimples, and play video games all in my underwear, without having to be considerate of others' feelings/interests/eyes.

Getting a place to myself next year is gonna be fuckin siiiick...

YUM YUM

HOLY SHIT I'M BEING EATEN ALIVE BY MOSQUITOES OR SPIDERS OR OTHER ANIMALS WITH SMALL TEETH

OW OW OW

Facebook Graffiti Pt. 1

Instead of working on my final paper for Con. Law, I've been spending ridiculous amounts of time drawing Facebook Graffiti:
I'm especially happy with the way the Sushi Totoro picture came out. Sometimes, I think I should be an art major. But then I remember what hunger feels like, and get back to reading million-page books.

This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot.

My life is still pretty fucking rad.

Last night, I went to the Red Room with Janelle and Victoria (shh, don't tell anyone!). I'm fairly certain that I made a total ass of myself at a few points in the night, but it's okay, CUZ I GOT A GRIP A FREE DRANK (from complete strangers!). AND I lucked out, because I didn't actually black out until we got back to Janelle's. Hooray for irresponsible underage drinking!

Then I woke my sorry veisalgia'd (yeah, I just made a medical term into an adjective. What now?) ass up at 7:30 this morning to get to campus to take a final. Being the responsible student that I am, I packed a Scantron and a #2 pencil in my purse before going out with Janelle the night before, and even managed to make it to the lecture hall a half-hour early. And I totally aced that shit.

Afterwards, I went to Joe's and enjoyed a MASSIVE AND DELICIOUS sub sandwich, while reading some local hippie newspapers. That definitely cured my hangover.

Tonight: Sushi Totoro with Matt, The Beginning movie premiere (I was an extra in it!), and Janelle and I are getting a keg for the end-of-the-year Fish Rap Live! party. Mmmm, alcohol.

P.S. I don't care what you say, this man has the voice of an angel, and I refuse to stop playing this video repeatedly, despite my roommates' (very vocal) complaints.

Mmmm whatcha sayyy?

Holy shit I fucking love good-ass a capella groups.

I'd easily leave Matt for the entire UNC Achordants group. Their in-studio recordings and their live performances all seriously just blew my mind. Sorry, Matt.

NOW YOU FUCKED UP! NOW YOU FUCKED UP! NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP!

Because I'm writing my American History 15-pager:


P.S. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME I HAD A LITTLE BIT OF CHOCOLATE ON MY FACE?! HAVE I BEEN WALKING AROUND LIKE THIS ALL DAY? GAWWW!!!

Says Fergie: I should probably take my broke ass home

Why I am currently poor as hell:

• New digital camera (for vacation)
  
• Fancy Father's Day gift
• Sushi Totoro
• Adorable home furnishings
• My employer only issues paychecks once a month/will put my bonus in my account when it damn well feels like it
• I forgot to cash my AmerAppar check (my bad)
  
• Sushi Totoro (Yes, I realize I've already mentioned it. The repetition is meant to be emphatic. Hurr.)

Now it's time to hide out in the library for 800 years and write a grip of papers (instead of going to work)! Boo to finals week/poverty!

IF YOU AIN'T GOT NO MONEY TAKE YO BROKE ASS HOME

Call me ditzy for thinking this, but I wish I could erase stupid memory from my brain and replace it with more important things. For example, all the lyrics to Fergie's album, "The Dutchess"? Not so important. Remembering Supreme Court Justices from 1801 to present and the cases over which they presided? Pretty important. At least, for school.

In other news, I really am lactose intolerant to whole milk products, and Ben and Jerry are kicking my ass.

I'm probably going to gloat about this for, like, eight years.

To all of ya'll who thought I was fucking around:

(click for bigger)

It's not huge, but I don't care: I'm officially a professional hipster. And I got Dov Charney's autograph. Yessssssss...

Why I sometimes like coming home:

At the dinner table:

Mom: So your brother hasn't been doing so hot. He just got suspended from riding the bus home for five days.
Brother: It's not THAT bad.
Me: Oh, really?
Mom: Yeah, he was giving the bus driver attitude.
Brother: She wouldn't tell me why I had to move to the front of the bus, and I told her it was my 6th amendment right to know what crime I was being charged with.
Me: Nice! But...I don't think those rules always apply to school buses.
Mom: Oh, don't encourage that behavior!
Me: What? It's a good thing that he questions authority. And it's a bonus that he actually knows his rights.
Mom: Stop it. Getting into trouble on the bus is bad behavior that shouldn't be commended.
Me: Oh yeah, what about Rosa Parks? She singlehandedly started one of the more successful Civil Rights movements in American history on a bus.
Mom: (glaring at both of her children) Well, Rosa Parks didn't have her parents on her back.
Me: No, she had the entire black community on her back.
Mom: Shut up.
Me: You just don't know about science and technology.

Hey baby, que paso?

On Saturday, I flew down to Los Angeles and fulfilled one of my dreams: I modeled for American Apparel. A shallow aspiration? Sure. But seriously, I got to do it, so fuck you.

Also, after last weekend's experience, I take back what I said months ago: LA is actually pretty cool. If you ignore the smog, the traffic, the high crime rate, the flagrant disregard for the environment, the visible socioeconomic disparities from one neighborhood to the next, and, depending on the part of the city, its plastic-y inhabitants, it's actually a really fun and "happening" place.

"Are you here for vacation? Family?" "Work." "Oh."

In LA. Updates later.

Why don't you put on some Birkenstocks and protest something, ya dirty hippie?

Earlier today, my mom sent me an email that was neither inspirational, nor forwarded 400 billion times (see right).

Surely she doesn't mean to insinuate that I am a lush! She must be alluding to the muffin top that spills ever-so-slightly over the waistband of my tight, tapered jeans! Do I need to lose weight? According to my mom, yes, yes I do!

Jest aside, the article got me thinking: if I'd gone to a junior college, would I only be susceptible to junior heart disease? What would happen if I'd not pursued higher education at all, but rather, taken up alcoholism in and of itself? What then?

But seriously, though, my Wiimote is still Wiimissing. If the status of my Wiimote were to be represented as a Homeland Security Threat Level diagram, it would look something like the image at left. Yes, I spend way too much time in Photoshop. No, I don't have friends.

Ceci n'est pas un Nintendo.

I can't find my goddamn Wiimote.

Shit's about to get ugly.

I don't mean to brag or nothin' but...

...As of right now, my life is pretty much awesome.

HA HA SUCKAAA

I have a blog! I'm copying Janelle! Hi, Janelle! I haven't had a blog since high school!

In other news, our friends at the corner taqueria probably think I have a crush on them. Today was my fourth time eating there this week. But honestly, who can deny their fresh, affordable, and delicious menu items? Not I.

In other other news, I hope the shirt I ordered two weeks ago comes today so I won't have to do laundry.