Thinking of creating new, super-secret blog that no one will be able to find. That way I can post all my disturbing thoughts and rest assured knowing that no one whom I care about reading them will read them. Does that make any sense?
Just got back from the gym. Funny how my will to exercise vacillates so much. One week I'm all hyped up to do it, and the next week I can barely drag myself out to the car. Sucks that I can't go with the flow on that one, because I'll get all out of shape and never get back into it. For working out, music is the deciding factor - I can listen to my Discman and work out simultaneously, and then I feel like I'm doing something constructive. Speaking of being constructive, I've got history reading to do, which is something that becomes quite difficult when there's music playing. I suppose I'll get to it eventually.
My pride took a nice slap in the face today when I realized I can't free-style a German oral. I tried to get out of it, but to no avail... hoo well, at least it was only practice. I'll do better in 35 hours, when I'm going to be taped.
Jihad left town again, which wasn't incredibly disappointing like I thought it'd be. Either it isn't or it won't sink in for a while. Had fun while he was here, at any rate. Watched a lot of movies. Free Emperor's Palace food at Mini-Sheik's surprise birthday party... if it weren't for the overload of sophomores it would have been a rockin' party. Man, I saw a lot of sophomores this weekend.
New developments on my math... Costco free samples are the greatest. Even when you actually buy food, it's pretty darn cheap. Good bonding times. Watched some rugby in fantastic weather. Schweet.
Waiting to hear from Pomona. Others are waiting on Stanford, and I'm partially glad that I won't be among the rejected, but then there's always that little part of me that says "what if?". But hey, if I had applied, I wouldn't have gotten in, and even if I did, I wouldn't have the money to go there. Heck, 'SC didn't take me, or at least give me sufficient funding as they did for a friend of mine. But what am I bitching about... I've got my path figured out. Opportunities abound, and I'm determined to exhast them. The most education for the least amount of money. Woo-pah.
Thinking it's time for a cinnamon roll (or as Batman calls them, "biscuits with frosting"), and then bed.
Note to RF: using the phrase "hella kinky nylon girl" has some baaad connotations surrounding it. Consider rephrasing that, if you would. See how all the adjectives modify "girl", even with the absence of commas? Word order changes or hyphenation, thank you very much.

softly now, you owe it to the world
and everyone knows that you're my favorite girl
but there's some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you and you're not meant for me
here's to our problems and here's to our fights
here's to our achings and here's to you having a good life
for me

softer now, you owe it to yourself
and don't think that you will be left on the shelf
'cuz there's someone for you and there's someone for me
like me you'll meet them eventually
here's to your lover and here's to my wife
here's to your children and here's to you having a good life
for me

louder now, you've lost all your pain
you're married with children and happy again
now I'm regretting the move that I made
fatal mistakes are so easily made
enough of my problems - they only cause fights
forget that I loved you, I promise you'll have such a beautifully happy and painlessly romantic good life
for me

that's Francis Dunnery's Good Life for ya