Life as of late...

Life has taken an interesting turn lately.  So far, this is turning out to be my favorite year of college, despite that this semester has been incredibly trying for a variety of reasons, especially as of late.  

My dad had surgery on September 29, and while it was a successful surgery, it's been really difficult to deal with.  I have come to dread visiting my parents' house, just because it's impossible to tell whether my dad is going to be having a good day or a bad day.  It's painful to watch someone I thought was invincible be so weak and in so much pain.

It seems like I am constantly surrounded by people my age who are engaged.  I'm in no rush to get married, but I can't help but feel that I am missing out on something.

I also can't get over how incredibly sad and nostalgic I have felt lately, about almost everything.  I think the feeling has more or less passed by now, but things were rough for a while.  I am very aware that I didn't handle my feelings in a way that was intelligent or constructive, but it was fun for the most part.

Do you ever have a feeling about something in your future, and the feeling is so strong that there's no doubt in your mind that THIS WILL HAPPEN?  I've been having that feeling lately, and it is so hard to disregard it.

The longer I work with children, the more excited I get to become a mom someday.  I feel like this is a sign that I am growing up, because when I used to think of children my first thoughts were something like, "What the fuck would I do with them? 'Go play in traffic honey, Mommy's on Facebook,'" and now my thoughts are more like, "I can't wait to have children because I want to teach them and enrich them, and they also better be cute and talented."

I am anticipating Thanksgiving break more than ever before.  I don't think I've ever needed a break from school so badly.  Also, I have a lot to be thankful for.

Autumn and everything in it.

Summer is over, and my junior year of college has begun.  Much to my dismay, I just turned 20, and as it turns out, most of my friends are 21, or turning 21 fairly soon, making me the faithful DD for the duration of this year.  There is nothing better than compliments received at 2 in the morning in front of Dempsey's.  "Emily, your hair is so pretty.  ALL. THE. TIME."  "It's soooooo nice you picked us up, because now when I go back to get my car in the morning, there'll be a coupon on my windshield for a free burger or shot or something!  Woohoo!"

I also love my schedule for this semester.  Intro to French is wonderful, because as much as I struggle, I love that I am actually learning something new.  I find the cultural aspect of it much more interesting than the actual language.  Did you know most French businesses give all employees five weeks of paid time off every year?

Advanced Media Writing is fabulous, because it gives me a chance to do what I do best, write and edit.  My favorite class period to date was last week when we got to analyze leads to stories that were actually printed in the Forum.  It gave me a chance to rip apart the terrible writing they mass produce, as well as correct it the way I would like to see them publish it.

I have mixed feelings about Communication Analysis.  Somedays I think it's going to be an incredibly easy class, and other days I feel like this is going to be the class that I struggle with most.  My group research project is going to be interesting.  My group and I are looking for a correlation between cell phone use and relationship success, to see if availability of constant communication helps or hurts relationships.  I'm excited to start in on it.  All of the prep work we've been doing in class so far is incredibly boring, and our classroom is stifling hot, making it nearly impossible to take notes of levels and types of measurements. :/

Communication Law originally started out as my least favorite class, but it's slowly working its way into my heart.  I'd say right now it's somewhere in my right ventricle.  Interesting topic for the day:  Can First Amendment rights hold true to publishing companies when a book they produced may have played a major role in a murder?  Case in point: today we watched a video on a triple murder of a handicapped boy, his mother, and his nurse, carried out by a hit man his estranged father hired, so that he could gain access to his son's $2 million trust fund given to him by the children's hospital when a breathing tube came dislodged, paralyzing him.  I don't need to go into logistics of the case, all that needs to be said is that when the hit man's home was searched by police, they uncovered a book entitled Hit Man: A Technical Manual for Independent Contractors, which is a detailed how-to manual, published by Paladin Press, providing information to successfully carry out a hit.  Excerpts of the book were read to us by our professor, and they were truly chilling.  He then went on to tell us that the book wasn't written by an ex-green beret or someone with experience in this, but a single mother living in Florida.  To me, it doesn't matter who wrote it.  Even if this mother was just trying to support her child, who did she think her intended audience was going to be?  She wrote under the pseudonym Rex Ferel, meaning "King of beasts" in Latin.  Clearly she was aware of the power and controversy this book could cause.  When the president of the publishing company was questioned in court, he admitted to not caring what the consequences of publishing a book like this could have.  After much debate, and a switch decision in court, it was decided that First Amendment rights did not apply to this book.  We then had a short class discussion on this that left me itching to discuss it further.  Anyone who wants to take me up on this offer can feel free :)

I am so glad I am in choir again.  I have missed singing so much.

If I didn't want to graduate in four years, I think I would take a 100-level class in every subject offered.  I love learning.  Knowledge is power.

The future is looking awfully exciting, as I begin to prepare to study abroad in Australia next fall, and the probability that I can intern with the Star Tribune this summer is looking up.

On a less educational note, fall TV premiere time has got to be my favorite time of year. 

Oh, Canada...

So last night Jacob and I embarked on a camping adventure at KOA.  We successfully pitched a tent, and moved the picnic table and fire pit.  We did have to make a quick trip back to civilization to pick up batteries for the boom box because I bought the wrong ones, and I spent 5 minutes and 14 seconds inside Target getting the correct size.  Back at the camp site, we made a fire by continually pouring charcoal lighter fluid over pine and bits of newspaper for an hour.  I ended up eating a cold hotdog in a bun.  Later we went to ask our seemingly friendly Canadian neighbors for help.  They showed us a little trick involving a cardboard egg carton, paraffin wax, and wood shavings, and the father even chopped our wood for us with a sterling silver ax.  Once the fire was going, he brought the entire fam over to our sat where we sat around and watched the flames change color due to some cool Canadian pine cones.  Then they were off to end their night with "boards games, and then bed."  Ours would end with wine and creepers, and a jaunt through the site in our snuggies.  At 6 AM, Jacob woke me up to look at the bunnies under his car, it started to rain, and Jacob went to take a shower. Upon his return, he was ready to leave, so he took off the rain cover and poured water all over me, and then pulled the blankets out from under me while singing "Colors of the Wind."  Not my best morning.  We ended the trip with breakfast at Perkins, and the realization that those Canadians could have axed us last night in our sleep, and thrown our remains into the woods.

Tonight, we toga.

I wish I was as accomplished as ***.

It's official.  I took the week of August 16-23 off from both my jobs with the hopes of salvaging some fun out of summer.  Hopefully this mini vacation will consist of a lake trip, camping, and a trip to the cities.  Either that, or it will consist of me lying in my bed for an entire week.  I am still paranoid that the latter will be the case.

My anxiety level has been quite high lately-not healthy.  I know that it stems from my dad being sick, the fact that I am working two jobs, one of which starts very early in the morning, and shady people, and that some of it is just self-induced.  Whatevs.

Lunch with Gretchen at Huhot tomorrow!  Can't wait.  So glad I am only scheduled until noon tomorrow.

I cannot wait to have my friends from Trollwood back.  Like seriously.

So glad Monday night happened... For so many reasons.

*** is Dumbledore!

Confessions

1.  I love college.  The independence and rigorous curriculum is what I have been craving since 10th grade.  I just wish someone would have told me how much summer after high school would suck.  I thought the summer after junior year was bad, when I didn't do Trollwood and worked 20-25 hours a week at Sunmart.  I now work upwards of 55 hours a week and try to be in bed 11 PM every night.  My plan is to take a week off from both my jobs in August to just relax, have fun, and spend time with people.  My fear is that I will take off a week where no one will be available to do ANYTHING and I'll just sit alone in my apartment wishing I was working.

2.  I am a compulsive worrier.

3.  I have spent too much of my time trying to hold on to a few certain people, and every time I think I'm better off without them,  I get incredibly sad and pray that they still want me in their lives, and grovel my way back to them, only to let myself down again.

4.  A large part of my obsession with the material part of marriage (i.e. the wedding ceremony) is due to my fear that my dad won't be there to walk me down the aisle.  I never thought he wouldn't be there, but one of the first things I thought of when I found out he was sick was, "Will he be there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding?" 

5.  My dad is my hero.

6.  One of the worst things about being "the funny one", is that I feel like I can never be sad.  I would love to confide in my friends about some of the things that cross my mind, but I feel like I would be a burden.  It's better for me to just paste on a smile and whip out the sarcasm, and tell all my feelings to a piece of paper that can't offer feedback.

7.  I don't care how young this makes me sound, I wish I had a best friend.  As much as I hate to label my friends, I would love to have a #1, someone who I know would be there 100% of the time.  Sadly, I'm trapped in this mindset that I care more about all my friends than they do about me.  Sorry.

8.  I miss performing more than anything in the world.  Whenever I go to a play or a muscial, I sit through the entire thing and leave feeling incredibly jealous.  Sorry if I never look enthused during curtain call, I'm just wallowing in my jealousy.  Besides academics, performance of any kind was the one other thing I felt I excelled at, and felt 100% confident doing.  I feel like I've become so boring, and all I do is work.

9.  There are some things I wish I could confess, but I am afraid of who will actually read this.  I am a compulsive worrier.

10.  I also wanted this list to be at an even 10, but I'm drawing a blank right now, except for confessing that the future both excites and terrifies me, but I feel like that is an assumed emotion that is shared by many.  Oh, here's one: I wish my poetry wouldn't suck so much.

Proofread

skim the pages

soak in the detail

glance over me

a fragment of the sentence

and incomplete idea

incorrect

you try so hard to fix me

but the words don't seem to fit

and improper grammar is such a turn-off

Maybe they're so awful because the only time I feel compelled to write poetry lately is behind my counter at Herbergers.  The bras don't exactly scream 'inspiration'.

Let it be

I expect too much from people.  Just because I would do anything for the people I care about doesn't mean they are willing to do the same.  I don't even ask for that much, just an hour here, an hour there... Apparently that's too much to ask.  My bad.

As happy as I can be with the way things are going for me lately, someone around me is always making me feel insignificant.  I honestly feel like sometimes I would be completely content with just packing up and moving out of here and never communicating with anyone from my past again.  

Relationships between people change.  I wish I had an easier time accepting that.  I think I just let myself get too attached.

What a week.

My icon has died, and with him, so has my childhood.  Sometimes I feel a little silly, because I am so incredibly sad about the loss of Michael Jackson.  I didn't know him, but I have spent 20 years being influenced by his music and his message.  I guess that's reason enough to mourn.  Cody and I made t-shirts to remember him by.

I truly love living downtown.  It's so easy to find a good adventure, and one only has to walk about a block to do it.

I have just about the easiest job in the world, but taking 40 6 and 7 year olds to any public place is just asking for trouble.  Whoever decided that age group would enjoy three hours at a Redhawks game in 90 degree heat where they couldn't play on the playground and could only go to the concession stand once is clearly delusional.  The pool is a more kid-friendly environment, but the minute we get in the water, I have 10 kids all clinging to me saying, "Take me to the deep end!"  They don't understand why all 10 of us can't go at the same time without drowning.

Ah, sweet summertime...

Children

Sometimes my job makes me really excited to be a mom.  Other times it makes me want to rip out my uterus and stomp on it.

The people living in the apartment above me sometimes have squeaky bed sex.  Part of me wants to slip a note under their door telling them, because maybe they aren't aware.

straight up and dirty

God bless Twitter.  Not only does it allow me to inform my followers of my day-to-day activities, but it also gives me a chance to send out mass drunk texts to my friends, as well as strangers.  Genius.  My personal favorite Tweet to date is either "I made my drink into a sandwich" or Caroline's tweet "Beef is delirious", both which occurred in the same night.  Rock stars.

Sometimes I look at my family and ask myself, "How the hell am I not adopted?!?"  

I recently made a list of qualities I look for in a potential mate, and came to the conclusion that the chances of someone fulfilling all of my requirements and being straight are slim to none.  I spent an hour trying to revamp this list, and the only thing I changed was height requirements.  I am now accepting males with heights falling in the range of 5'8"-6', instead of 5'10"-6'.  Clearly, this opens up a door to many new possibilities.

Graduation season is upon us, and with that brings multiple afternoons and evenings of too much free food and awkward encounters.  The free food usually outweighs the awkward encounters, although sometimes not by much.  In the state of our economy, it is nice to know that some people can still afford to have an open bar with drinkers served by a tuxedo-clad bartender at their open house.  Gives me hope for the future.

(818): i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on

(818): and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top

www.textsfromlastnight.com is the greatest thing that the internet has given me since Bo Burnham and Mirandasings08.  It's comforting to know that there are people in this world that text their friends more embarrassing things than I do while intoxicated.

Summer Reading List

*Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand ( started it last year too close to finals and didn't finish it.  This time, I will succeed.)

*A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce (I can't guarantee I'll finish this one.  I couldn't finish Ulysses.)

*Choke by Chuck Palahnuik

*The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides (read Middlesex, loved it.)

*Until They Bring the Streetcars Back by Stanley Gordon

To be continued...

In other news, school is almost done and I have been writing a lot more lately as a stress reliever, mostly poetry, mostly angst-ridden and mysterious.

Corporate Coffee Love Story

Inject your caffeine into my veins and

Slow-drip through my body

Energize me.

Awaken me from my espresso dreams and

Brew in me a vision of 

The future.

Drink me down, greedily guzzle

Savor the flavor, but be careful

I'm hot.

When you get to the bottom and I am empty

I hope I leave you wanting, craving, needing

More.

 

Seeing green

Omigod.  People make me so angry, and this anger isn't even justifiable because it's jealous anger.  I'm not usually a jealous person.  Even better.  I actually used my journal today to flush out some of my emotions.  It was refreshing, but at this point I would rather talk to a person than a book.  Sadly, I don't have time for that.  Anyway, I never really say what mean when I talk to someone about my "feelings".  Sometimes I feel so soulless, because I don't let other people in on my feelings.  Shouldn't I want people to care about me?  I just know that an emotion-laden talk right now would bring me to tears, and I do NOT want anyone to see me cry.  Soulless.

Cold water surrounds me now.

This week has been very inconvenient, in a FML sort of way.  I haven't been this glad to see Friday since this time last week, and I will probably be spending my evening in solace, as I feel to crabby to go to the party I am supposed to be in attendance at tonight.  Surrounding myself with drunk individuals in a small apartment no longer has the appeal that it did a few days ago.  Tonight I would be perfectly content with sitting in my room watching a movie in the presence of a small amount of people, but no one else likes that idea.  Unfortunately, the approaching end of the semester has caused people to binge drink on the weekends, and I work tomorrow morning.

I'm usually not one for vanity, but I have been tanning lately, and I must say that, while permanently causing skin damage, it has removed my hereditary dark under eye circles for the time being.  I don't plan on living to be old enough to see the brutal effects tanning has anyway.  For now, I will bask in the glory of not being able to count every vein running through my body.

9 days of class...4 days of finals... Hallelujah.

 

4/20

a day of pot smoking, and, apparently in Fargo, of sensationalized news.  I am currently ashamed to be a journalism student here, thanks to the yellow journalism our local newspaper has decided to publish.  This is worse than the editorial they ran a few months ago from a faithful reader who was upset that, although the price of gas has decreased dramatically, the price of potato chips continues to rise.  What's worse, a few days later the Forum ran an editorial from someone responding to the previous one regarding that, although he is an avid chip lover,  of both potato and tortilla varieties, he has now boycotted both kinds to "stick it" to the chip companies.  And I thought that was bad.  Nothing is worse than slandering the name of a talented young gentleman, and a prestigious organization he is affiliated with, just because it will get people to read the article.  This is lazy journalism, plain and simple.  The flood is over, and no NDSU football players have been arrested for DUIs in the past week, so clearly, the time is right to publish an article about a "Trollwood star's arrest due to domestic assault".  Perhaps the writer partook in a few too many 4/20 activites before sitting down to write the story.  I can only hope that is the case.

"Smoke the marijuana, sail the sea of sin..."

What's the definition of a compliment?

Sorry, overly friendly Herbergers customer, I do not feel that, "You look just like Miley Cyrus!" is a compliment.  Especially when She is 16 and I am almost 20.

Who's your favorite president?

Today I let Sebastian talk me into getting Twitter.  Yet another dumb thing to have to update.  However, thanks to Twitter, Perez Hilton can tell me that Zac Efron is going to be on the cover of May's GQ(Gentleman's Quarterly, not Gypsy Queen).  I guess that's good to know.  Also I can use it to know that Sebastian is still alive, because he updates about every half hour.

Today I got an Easter card from my grandma with $10 in it to "buy some gas or a latte or something."  She's so precious.  I hope she sends me cards with money in them for as long as she lives.  Not just because of the money, but because of the cute things she writes in them.  If I get married and give birth to my children named after liquor, and they get married and have children, maybe named after liquor, maybe not, I hope I can be a grandma like my grandma, and write cute little heart-felt sayings and suggestions of what to spend the money on, only I also hope I can stick a Benjamin in their cards instead of a Hamilton.

Speaking of Presidents, Herbert Hoover has to be one of the worst presidents the United States has ever had.  He only took action during the Great Depression because the people demanded it, and his plan of "action", the RFC didn't do anything to aid in recovery.  How could he say the country was "economically sound"  when the jobless rate was 25+%, banks were collapsing left and right, and there was no end of decline in sight?  Huh, sounds familiar.  Anyone who doesn't believe Bush was a modern day Hoover must also not believe Anna Nicole Smith is dead(RIP).

I am in need of a good book to read, however, it needs to be one I can finish rather quickly, as finals are fast approaching and I don't want to get halfway through a long novel and have to take a break due to numerous hours spent studying.  That happened with Atlas Shrugged.  As liberal as I am, I love Ayn Rand's blatant conservatism.  But you know I've hit rock bottom in my novel collection when I am rereading Twilight and that book fucking blows.  I'm really glad I own the whole series, and paid money to see that pathetic excuse for cinematography.  New Moon is sure to be much better, being as Bella is suicidal the whole time.  How uplifting.

I do not like Microbiology, but my professor is a woman after my own heart.  She unknowingly quotes Youtube videos... example:  first day of class she was rambling and said, "Now I know you're sitting here thinking, 'She's talking to me about stuff... Why?'"  I couldn't help but silently snicker because that happens to be a quote from "Show Me Your Genitals".  She also says things that I already have said, or will probably say in the future.  Yesterday she referred to all the students who helped sandbag as "gems".  Probably the best part of my day.

I have rediscovered my love for Matt Costa and Gavin Degraw.  I have my iTunes on shuffle, and not brag, but I have incredibly good taste in music.

Snap back to reality

I am so not ready to go back to school. I am especially nervous for microbiology lab, as I started growing an EMB agar plate of E. coli bacteria on March 3, and my first day of bio lab since then will be on April 7. What does this mean? This means that by now there are millions of E. coli colonies growing on that plate. E. coli is going to take over the world.

I actually don't mind my job when I feel like it is necessary and useful for me to be there. I am also finally back to getting my 15-20 hours per week, like I requested at the beginning of the semester. I feel like my manager heard through the Herberger's grape vine that I was pissed about getting only 8 hours a week for a stretch of time, and I feel a little bad. But only a little, as my manager rarely listens to anyone needs and concerns. In economic times such as these, one should not be bitter about being a retail store manager; one should be thankful to have a job. The jobless rate is currently up to 8.5% and could be as high as 10% by the end of this year. That terrifies me. It makes me feel like I need to write a skit about the dire state of our economy, film it, post it on youtube, and pray that somehow Barack Obama sees it. I wish Obama had a Facebook, so then I could post my video link on his wall, and also maybe spend some time commenting on his pictures and liking his statuses. I would also maybe like for him to have an album called Editttttts!♥*, and use piknik to edit some his favorite pictures with inspirational quotes and hearts.

Last night some friends and I were discussing being able to genetically program your children. I decided I would genetically program at least one of my children to have gills and a shark fin. Also, some choice names I have picked out are Jack Daniels and Bacardi Razz. Did I mention I have taken a three week vow of sobriety?

My houndtooth rainboots arrived in the mail a whole 2 days earlier than they were supposed to and I couldn't be happier!

A Recap of Yesterday

I thought about blogging about my day yesterday, but then I realized that yesterday was sad and pathetic day for me. In short, it was filled with mindless television, cake baking, and re-reading a shitty book. Today is infinitely better. I was able to leave my neighborhood, went tanning, get to go to work, and then I get to participate in social interaction. I almost forgot what that was. Being stuck inside with just my family yesterday made me overanalyze silly things.

I have been told by numerous people that I remind them of Chelsea Handler. I don't even watch Chelsea Lately that often, but I did last night, and I do see similar traits, especially in the humor department. It has now made me paranoid that people think I am trying to be like her; not the case. So now I look like Hilary Duff with the personality of Chelsea Handler. Maybe I should change my name to Hilary Handler and move to Hollywood... nah, too much alliteration.

Record Breaking

My house has turned into utter chaos. There are nine people and a dog living in my modest bi-level home. The dog has started eating our sofa. Whether she is doing it out of boredom or spite is still in question. I watched golf for 3 hours yesterday and didn't fall asleep once. In my dad's effort to help with the flood, he made us time all our showers this morning with the microwave timer and mine couldn't last more than four minutes. For some reason my mom is making turkey with all the fixings for lunch. Also, she is wearing shorts. My sister has a Facebook and has been on it constantly, and announces to all of us when she gets a new friend. It's the simple things in life that excite her, apparently. Apparently, Barack and Leslie decided that the world is not ready for the Gemocrat party. I guess I'm going to spend all day downloading music. Save me.

Midwest Divas.

Dreams came true and my life was changed last night when Cody and I roadtripped to Minneapolis to See Leslie and the LY's. Unfortunately, it's back to reality now with the Fargo flood. I don't think I have ever been more terrified in my life. I want to go help with sandbagging efforts, but right now I don't even think I can drive my car to Nemzek because it is snowing yet again.

I believe that if Leslie Hall and Barack Obama combined forces and became the Gemocrat party, they could come to Fargo and save us from the rising flood waters with gold spandex, glitter, and buckets to bail us out of the flood waters. It makes me feel good to know that even in a time of crisis, I can still be witty.

Someone please explain to me how this is math:

According to my math textbook, I can use a truth table to determine that George Washington was not the king of England. WTF.

Release your inhibitions

I really need to get over this unhealthy obsession I have with control. Human beings are cruel. Life is cruel. There are some things I can't make better, just because I want them to be, and that drives me crazy. There are so many people I care about that I would trade places with, just so they didn't have to deal with their pain. I'm not trying to sound like a saint or a martyr, because I'm probably the furthest thing from one. What I really want to do is be the person that everyone goes with their problems, so I can be the one to make them magically go away and get all the credit for it. I guess I'm more selfish than selfless.

I wish I could just stand on a rooftop and shout all my emotions, with the knowledge that the people that needed to hear them, would. Along with control, I need to let myself open up. I can't blame the past anymore. I should be over all of that.

Whatever. Amos Lee says it best:
nothing is more powerful than beauty in a wicked world.

Remember when snow days stacked right up there with Christmas? We were perfectly content with not going to school, spending half an hour getting bundled up to go outside for 5 minutes, and sitting at home with your mom all day baking cookies and watching a movie. Pretty sure I was not perfectly content with any of that today, except the whole not having class thing. Not that my mom and I baked cookies together or anything, but I'm pretty sure we watched some shitty Lifetime movie together, and if I wasn't on the internet, I was either texting or napping. I cannot wait to peace out of here tomorrow morning, even if it means leaving at 5 A.M. and facing what will most likely be a trecherous and boring 7 hour drive to the airport. The warm weather and Disney will be well worth it.

Tonight's episode of American Idol proves that no one should sing Michael Jackson songs but Michael Jackson. Apparently he is calling his tour "This Is It". I don't like the finality in that. I can't see MJ pulling a Cher, and having like 5 farewell tours. If only I would have been born earlier. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

I can't believe I did this.

How many times did I tell myself I wasn't going to get a blog? At least 70. I feel bad for my journal. It's got like 50 pages that I attempted to write on. Some of them simpy contain a date and a time stamp. Others have sentence fragments such as, "I swear to God...", "I think that...fuck, writer's block.", and "Today I made a turkey sandwich." I posted a few journal-like entries as Facebook notes, and while I was able to get out a steady flow of words that didn't have to do with what I made for lunch, I felt like posting my thoughts on Facebook seemed like a desperate plea for someone to offer me encouragement, or better yet, just tell me what to write. Actually, I don't see how this blog is any different. Fuck.

I am so thankful that Fargo Coffee Co. exists. Finally, a place where I can go at any hour of the day or night, to drink shitty coffee, sit around, watch TV, and do nothing while actually being out in public. Genius. There's nothing better than being obnoxious while watching Chelsea Lately with Jacob in the presence of strangers.

On March 24, one of my dreams will be fulfilled when I get to see Leslie Hall live in concert.

I thought another one of my dreams would be fulfilled when Michael Jackson announced a comeback tour. When he says tour, he means 10 concerts, all in London, starting July 8th. He better televise that shit.

Thank God I live in a region of the United States where it snows ALL THE TIME. There's nothing I enjoy more than navigating my little Alero through narrow streets going 10 MPH and crying behind the wheel because my ice-coated windshield wipers don't work and there is no place to pull over because I'm on a college campus during prime class hours.

"Blood on the Dance Floor" is easily one of the best songs MJ released in the '90s. It's a shame that more people don't know about it.

So I think I have this blog because I really want a celebrity to read it.