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It was sunny outside today so I went out and took some pictures whilst fashioning my fun Wonka shades.



Here's a pop culture-esque breakdown.

I don't like Carson Daly. He's annoying. And not good-looking. And terribly unfunny. I cannot believe he got his own show. Conan, on the other hand, is very funny. I enjoy his show very much. On tonight's episode, they had that guy in the audience that does the really long cheers that end up turning into narrative explanations of his life. Conan fans know what I'm talking about? But he does it all in a cheering voice. It's fun stuff. Also, the stand-up comic guest was very funny. His name is, uhh, Brian Regan. He does a bit about there being directions on Pop Tart boxes. Check it.

Last night I watched a Jim Gaffigan DVD that Shannon got me for Christmas. HILL-AIR-EE-US. Also check that.

I've decided after tonight's episode of Conan that Elijah Wood is positively adorable, and he bears a striking resemblance to a young Bono. Mr. Wood VS. Mr. Hewson.

I've also decided that my former boyfriend reminds me of Giovanni Ribisi.

It really bothers me when Hollywood decides to create a sequel to a movie that was already so incredibly idiotic in the first place that a sequel only serves to further prove its lack of substance. I.E. Big Momma's House 2.

I don't have to go to school this week because I exempted out of my exams. Except I am going to art class tomorrow to finish my clay and plaster projects. (Don't be too impressed; they both suck.) Then I have to attend the DECA competition on Wednesday, and Thursday I am coming in for my psych class because I am clueless as to what's going to be on the test next week. So technically, I am not basking in the whole I-don't-have-to-go-to-school thing. However, I have managed to relax (somewhat relax) in my time off from school. Burnt a lot of CDs. Deleted unneeded computer files/archived e-mail (inciting feelings of nostalgia). Made egg salad. Slept. Watched a Nine Inch Nails concert on DVD. Assembled my portfolio for Saturday. And today, my hair looked fucking awesome.

I am so broke right now, and it is depressing. Tomorrow I am going to Mansfield to eat Chinese with Damein, but I am only able to go because he felt sorry for me and offered to pay for my dinner. My car needs gasoline. I had to forgo paying for half of my dinner tonight at work because I only mustered enough courage to bum one dollar off a co-worker. I have to pay for work shirts and eBay items and plates for my car and my English class fee.

Plusfoodandcarfuelandvariousotheroddsandends.

Meeko is eating on his own now. I love my kitty.

In my concentrated blogging state, I completely forgot to go back into the living room to see The Bravery on lame-o Carson. Grr.

My dreams have been strangely vivid and strangely not-so-disturbing lately. I wonder why that is. I also would like to dissect Miah's current emotional state as he often seems bland and frazzled at work. Tonight, the bartender came up to me and started telling me that she noticed a difference in him, and she asked him about it, and he said that his girlfriend was "moody." Eh? I guess I'm not the only female whose "shit" he's "tired of." I guess I forgot to mention how he told me he was tired of mine. Shit, that is. And that I have an attitude, and that I am a bitch, and that is why he never wants to talk to me, so forth and so on. I am a lot of things, but the last time I checked, bitch wasn't one of them.



Everything was flooding in at once, and all of the buckets couldn't drain this place. My parents raised me well, I say that every day, in each passing year with each acceptable flaw and another day that my father sits jobless and hopeless in the living room, smoking a cigarette, burning a hole through the television screen. Everything was saturating these clothes, and I am heavy and weighted down as I drive to your house... and you climb in the car and the conversation comes with painful ease and difficult enthusiasm and don't expect me to be inviting you back. Everything was leaking out the seams -- I see them ripping while I lie on my back on the floor on the outside looking inside hitting broadside on the flipside. Everything was dripping from my lips and the eyes and the nose when I smashed my limbs into the wall and screamed of the confinement and this bottled-up combustible disparity. Sometimes it's all too much and all too little all at once.