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.