The idea of expansion is not only old but genius and permeative.

I started working on my paper again last night and for the entire night I wanted coffee because I intended to pull an all nighter. Of course that didn't play out since my stomach felt like a vacume sealed bag that is just waiting to implode. I really should not experiment with food anymore and decide to eat it no matter how it turns out. I guess there's a down fall to having someone cook for you your entire life. Now I'm skill-less and clueless as to what I am suppose to do the when the next weekend rolls around. To Dominos we go. At least there will be tomatos and green peppers on there. Oh the green peppers.

Friday: We went out for Natalie's birthday and it was the first time to the strip club for a number of us and sadly to say, I was not as impressed as I thought I'd be. The world of television and expensive tricks on screen has made its way into my mind. But the girl who sold us beer was really nice. Plus her hair was nicely done. It's just a thing I notice.

I've been wanting to eat McDonalds for the longest time but I have not brought myself to eating it because then that means I would loose to Will. I don't know what it is but that boy drives my competitive side like Sarah going for the chocolate. Needless to say, I'm not going to consume the McDonalds until Will does.

It's not over. And you're head's not really shaped like a pot. It was the only sentence that made sense.

Winter's coming. It's the end of the first semester.

I hate it already. I wish that I could stop time to allow me to catch up. I wish I could stay 19 forever and ever. I wish that the fat girl at Escape hadn't taken off her shirt and decided that it was okay to dance in something that barely covers her shoulders. I'm not trying to be discrimitive or mean. But it's gross. It's socially indecent. So fucking socially indecent. I thought people are more self conscious now. But I guess since Britney Spears hasn't been shoving her stomach on to the screen lately, it makes others feel better.

I'm being bitchy but seriously, social decency people. Be sure to look that up.

My hair looks red/pink/purple/orange (in discreet parts).

Gross.

For some reason it feels like it's easier to dress other people than it is to dress myself. Yes it feels like I have nothing to wear most of the time. And it's ridiculous I know. But afterwhile, things tire out. Maybe I'm just be annihilative. I want to buy a turtle. At least turtles won't jump out of the tank and let it self dry. Or escape from the cage and burry itself into my walls. Turtles sound pretty good right about now.

Back to my religion paper.

There.

I made an edit. I hope you're happy William.

Smallville is old today and it's much colder than I had imagined.

P.S: Life sucks. I would say it again but I think that it is much too evident now; especially since I have stated it out right.

My Scarf is too cool. I know.

Jason says the funniest things. I asked him if he knew that he was Chinese and not white. He says that he know's he's Chinese but he thinks he's still a little white. "Look at my palms! They're lighter than the rest of me."

And did I mention that he's the safest driver that I know?

What a funny little man. And I was just reminded that Adam Brody was on Gilmore Girls before and he really is the same character over and over again. Oh how the O.C has disappointed me. The first year was not only phenominal but addictive and became a mark of that year. By the second season, it quickly lost its touch. I no longer tingle at the thought of the drama or light up when someone mentions that show but isn't it like with nearly everything? Of course there are exceptions but once again, it's disappointing. I think it's a way to make room for new things in everybody's life. I guess I'll be tucking away more than I had visioned. Time for more bookselves.

To be frank and outright rude, Hilary Duff and Joe Madden are annoying. So is Nelly. And so are fobs that don't use soap or cover their mouths when little infectious nastys are being pushed out of the host at 99mi/hr. Nasty. Yes you are. Oh and don't forget Paris Hilton. Jeezes get a life and a nose job. You all irritate me. Publicity gimmic? Probably. After all, celebrities just got some endorsement right here without having to pay anything. I know I know. This blog isn't the site of where everybody and anybody gets their daily dose of sarcasm and biased opinons. Either way, it's annoying.

I hate you all.

But I do love my music...and okay I don't hate you all. In fact I love a number of you. You all rule.

And so do I. Don't forget that.

Galaxyland tomorrow and I get to wear my yellow shoes. It sounds like a good day. I guess I'll have to see. Reinstated again, disappointment's a part of me and it doesn't seem to disapate. So forget it and leave. Leave if you will. But you're taking the bus. Like hell you're taking a car. Fuck that. And fuck this. You know what, while we're at it, fuck everything.

I can't wait for clubbing. I blame MCR for this (but you're still awesome).

Soundgirl I love you, etc. etc.....

My shirt came in and it's bigger than I expected. It fits but the seller stated "it's a junior size and expect for it to fit smaller." That's not a direct quote by the way.

Nonetheless, it's cute and I quite enjoy it despite the very-subtle fruity nature of it.

I have a four day weekend and it's pretty much full which is fine since I'd go crazy with nothing to do. Clubbing is a possibility and it's actually getting me pretty excited since I haven't gone clubbing since beginning of summer. Though I never wanted to go clubbing during the warmer days. I wonder why.

I hate the smell of busses but I am not in love with driving either. I'd rather have someone drive me, but we would have to listen to my music of course. Otherwise I would, again, go crazy.

Crazy, crazy, maybe even schizo.

That's a leap I know, since crazy is so much more broad than schizo. Although I'm sure pop culture or society in general has imposed a pretty universal image or even idea of what "crazy" really is. Take it however you like. I don't really give a horses hoof.

Sarah surely is a product of something out of the ordinary. I swear I had nothing to do with it but maybe my spontaneous dancing and expressions of thoughts got to her. I wouldn't be surprised. Sarah gave me a summary of the movie "A Beautiful Mind" and I must say it does sound interesting. Sarah wants to win a Nobel Prize. I won't type out the rest.

It's too moronic to.

I love my hiding spot especially since coffee is only a couple of stair cases away. Genius. Genius indeed. Speaking of stairs, I am more out of shape than before and I intended to utilize a treadmill again but not if everything keeps going at the way it is now.

Oh well. I guess something must suffer. Balance must be instated (or at least that's my impression of the world). You can be extreme in one aspect but lacking in another and it's frustrating. I know, it makes me go crazy.

But again, nonetheless Soundgirl I love you.

As a side note, I hate those who think it's cool to not use soap or wash your hands after using the toilet or blast their ugly rave music up so loud that it makes me nauseous.