OH NO

There is a reason why I'm putting a bunch of random pictures up. I'll explain someday
I Like tuttles.I will be here in 3 months. That's a coral reef. I like tuttles
I also like this guy.And this guy. But not his mustache.

Watch this. It's funny even if you don't know who Petter Northug is.
http://www.johnnyklister.com/post/537156662/petter-northug-can-cure-cancer-viamb


Beaver says HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ok time to get my laundry and sleep.

I think this is appropriate: an email I received 3 minutes ago.

Share your experience with the world!

Share your study abroad experience by applying to be an IFSA-Butler blogger! We will select at least one student per country to keep a blog that will be featured on our Web site (www.ifsa-butler.org). By writing about your experiences, not only will you have a record of your study abroad experience to share with your family and friends, but you will also give other students a glimpse into what life is like as an international student.

Being a blogger is a great resume builder! We also give preference to past bloggers for our ambassador program (http://community.ifsa-butler.org/group/ifsaglobalambassadors), in which former students are paid to represent IFSA-Butler on their home campuses.

If you are interested in having your own blog on our Web site while you’re abroad please reply to me by April 30 with a brief explanation of why you would be a good blogger. If you currently maintain a personal blog, please also include the link(s). I will pass your information along to our blogger selection committee for review. You will be contacted by the selection committee only if you have been chosen as a blogger.

For more information, see the attached document. Let me know if you have any questions!

Cheers,

Rachael

I don't think they're ready for my blogging skills. I will probably not send them the link to PTPC (Pleather Turquoise Phlebotomy Chair).

PS I should def put this on my resume pause NOT

Still mono free--what a relief for hughsy!

Oh whoa. someone just kicked in our door again. WHOA. emergency carpenter is on his way. Again, really really sucks to be that guy. Atleast I get to meet him this time. Perhaps I should ask him how he got into this wonderful profession. Maybe he'll be a hottie and sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to woodland where carpenters flourish (no pun/innuendo intended). Just like my new hottie, Hugh Dancy. Can you say mmm mmm good. Also, my awesome neighbors are playing weird ukelele music, which my roommate says is actually "Beruit good music." Whatever the balls that means. Now they're playing the Allman Brothers. Such weird music choices for 1:30am on a Saturday night...or Sunday morning I suppose. I just really love all the characters that I share an education with. Oh did you know that our perpetrators were wearing tuxedos? Classy bitches. In the most literal sense. Kinda like the tuxedo that my lover (Hugh Dancy if you haven't figured that out by now) was wearing in Confessions of a Shopaholic, which I watched this evening before all this grand excitement. It's a great movie, contrary to what your movie instincts are telling you. I mean there's a mega hottie in it, and he wears great clothes. And bam. Blockbuster success by my standards--which are sky high, btdubz. You know what isn't such a great thing to watch? The recording of my Brahms concert. I got through about 2 minutes before I had to shut it off. And part of that two minutes I had to leave the room to put sweatpants on because I couldn't bear listening to myself tune. Perhaps I have a problem? I wouldn't say it's low self esteem as much as it is hating watch my arms shake when I vibrate (again, don't take that sexually). Don't worry, I'll be able to watch it all the way through in a year...or 5. Maybe I'll let my kids watch it. I'll say, "look young Skogan, that was mommy when she didn't have the money to look like the trophy wife that she is now because she married your daddy. Also, I'm way way more talented now, like, DUH." Trophy wives have to sound dumb, duh. Just kidding. I'm not actually going to marry up, like I make people believe, unless of course Dan becomes some sort of -illionare. But my son will be named Skogan--or daughter. Please, it's a great name. Don't even try to deny it, gypsy. I picked that up from Rainer. He calls me gypsy atleast 3x a day. But it's ok because Esmeralda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame was a gypsy, and she was an animated hottie; therefore, I'm a hottie that everyone loves. That's why I'm dating Hugh Dancy. Did I mention he's British? It just keeps getting better huh? Well I'm a little tired of waiting for this dang carpenter, and honestly I'm too tired to interrogate him on his life choices. I mean, he could be a hottie, and I could be missing out, but my beauty sleep is just too valuable. Goodnight love bugs.

Yepz

Okay so i really really really dont have anything to write. i have ten million papers to write... which sucks balls. so i've been doing that. and when i'm not doing that, i'm sitting on my ass staring at a wall, not thinking of writing on bloggie. and also, not doing anything kind of makes it hard to have anything to actually write about in general. right now i'm sitting in my psych lab being super bored and avoiding an 8 page paper on the Mexican independencia. fuck my life. only 3ish weeks of school left thank god. then i plan on writing an epic blog post. i'm also writing a long story about my sex life and when it's more complete i plan on letting you all know where to find it. crap. have to work.

When I grow up, I want to be an emergency carpenter

There's a nice breeze coming into my window right now. I think I shall shut the window, because my arms are getting goosebumps. Why do they call them that? Is it because goose skin is bumpy? As I was contemplating that, I shut the window. Guess what was right outside my window? No, not a creepy creeper face, but a lamp. Apparently my awesome neighbors threw an awesome "let's throw lamps out the window" party this weekend. Too bad I was in B-town (Bangor) this weekend watching Wisconsin lose to a bunch of JOB pussies and skiing on mud lakes, and I missed it. Who knew that mud skiing would be way more fun than water skiing? much less snow skiing. Anyway, apparently the S Brunswick block goes loco when I leave for B-town. My awesome neighbors also kicked my door in, and security had to call an emergency carpenter at midnight to fix it so no creepy creepers would come in and steal my nutella or my slippers.
First question: since when have carpenters been oncall? I mean really, how often do doors need to be fixed or cradles built or tables enlarged at random hours of the night. I feel real bad for that dude. He probs had no idea what he was signing up for when he chose to be an "emergency carpenter." He probs thought, "hey, maybe being an emergency carpenter means that in times of turmoil, like being on a plane that has faulty landing gear, I have to quick build some wheely apparatus to land the plane safe and sound OR when Big Papi breaks a bat in the middle of a big game, I have to quick make him a new bat." Yeah not so much. Dude, you have to fix things that awesome college neighbors break in their belligerent drunkness--like doors. LAME.
Second question: who knew that these bamf doors could be kicked in by awesome drunken neighbors? Really, these are like vault doors. Heavy and just really badass. But apparently not so much. I mean, when Wilson, my mono infested friend, threatened to infect me after kicking in my door and spitting on my toothbrush, I laughed. He probs weighs less than I do, and there is no way in hell he could kick in my bamf door that protects me at all times. Well, let's just say my awesome neighbors proved me wrong. If I get mono, I will never talk to Wilson again. I'm going to go throw my toothbrush out now. I've had this toothbrush for 3 months anyway, and apparently I'm suppose to throw out my toothbrush out after 3 months, according to Grace. Who knew? This is just a day of knowledge!
Today is Emma's birthday. I feel like everyone who reads this blog knows lemma, so I can say that. Happy birthday lemma. Year 19 of life is pretty lame, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it anyway. Looking back on my 19th year of life, I think I can say I accomplished some relatively cool things--like getting my door kicked in or becoming Lemma's friend. I also realized that ducktape is a great way to patch pants, even if it is red. This morning I found out that trying to cut up waterbottles usually ends up with broken scissors. Good thing I hid them under a stack of papers, so Chantal will never know, and I'll just buy her a new pair of shitty pink scissors. For realz, what kind of scissors cant cut up plastic? Gosh... Let's get real scissor makers. Maybe I should have an emergency carpenter come in and fix that shit.

So right now I should be reading or working on a lab report about clams and lobsters or putting away my laundry from last week. Whatever. Responsibility is way overrated. This post has been all words and no pictures, and everyone likes pictures way more than words, so I will leave you with this:

BEST PICTURE EVER. Q: What the balls is on my head? A: probs a pink ferret

PS I used "probs" 4 times in this post (5 including this one). Don't be annoyed. I knew it was happening.

4 Minutes.

I have to leave in 4 minutes, but i just wanted you to know that i WILL be updating later, i know i know i'm a bad blogger. but i promise i will later. i had to talk about my new haircut. so i needed a haircut and karen said she could do it... and she did... and now i'm not so sure of the outcome. i think i kinda look like demitri martin when it's curled under, and when it's curled out i kinda look like farah fawcett. inputs? blaggin laterrrz

OMG

So I just realized that I got a really bad grade on a TAKE HOME quiz because I'm a freaking idiot and didn't answer two of the questions. I was so flabbergasted as to why I did so badly, then I looked through it just now and realized that it's not because I'm a dumbass, it's because I'm a complete dumbass. Now that I'm all pissed off at myself, I can't imagine I'll be able to fall asleep. Nobody's online (since it is 1:45am), Nate won't respond to my skype calls, Nate is bored and wants us to update the blog, so I decided to blog. Nate also said that the blog has been super depressing lately, which is completely accurate, so I'll try not to dwell on my idiocy for too long. I'm an idiot. Ok, I'm done now.

Well I just returned from a rather eventful spring break. Some highlights would include drinking Beck's at sugarloaf and downing a bag burger, drinking white russians with Lemma's dad, drinking legally in Canada, and drinking Baileys. Ok so that was the alcoholic in me talking. Some real highlights were seeing Penguins at the biodome, going clubbing for the first time ever, eating poutine at 3am (gross), ordering that poutine almost entirely in French--and I've only had 1 quarter of French and that was in 7th grade! great success--I also watched almost an entire season of scrubs in the comfort of my own bed, memory foam and all. Michelle so graciously pointed me out to Matt Macone at UMaine, so I had a substantially awkard convo. I had a radio interview on MPR. And if you already know this because you're cool and listen to MPR on a regular basis, Susan Nance has probably the sexiest voice ever. I'm pretty sure if I had her voice, rpattz would be my boyfriend, and instead of me making him talk incessantly I could hear his sexy British accent, he would shut the hell up and make me talk dirty to him always. If only........I also had a big concert with this big violinist. She was actually quite small--like size 5 feet--but she was BIG as in she graduated from Julliard and then got her masters from Julliard and then debuted in Carnegie hall...yeah, BIG. Her name was Kinga, which is like kangaroo or pongo or something, and she was polish, so she also had a wicked accent. cool shit. I'm kinda overtired so I'm not going to go into it more.
Today I had to kill a lobster, which was terrible because I hate killing lobsters. It's the main reason why I don't eat them. Oh here's a funny story:
So we went out to eat after my concert, and by we I mean me, my parents, and my uncle. We went out at 8, so we were all really overtired (like I am now), and then the adults started drinking. By the time dessert rolled around, my uncle was a tad bit tipsy. The waiter (who had an abnormally high pitched voice...odd) came by, took our order for a Boca Negra (which means black mouth if you were wondering. It was a chocolate torte thing--chocolate in your mouth: black mouth. Get it? nobody else does). So the adults were all giddy for the cake. At this point I didn't give a shit about anything except sleeping. The waiter then came by again and said they just sold the last piece of Boca Negra, to which my uncle responded, "Oh I knew it! I heard her ordering it, and I thought OH SHIT, that's the last piece. That little bitch." The waiter just kinda left, then the head waiter or something came over and told us they "found" another piece of Boca Negra. And all was happy. Except me, I was fucking tired. Nonetheless, it was hilarious. Also, if you want anything in life, just swear in really inappropriate situations or be drunk. My family is crazy. And that's why I am going to Hawaii with them...not because I lost my job or anything. Here's a pic of Hawaii. This is for me, so that I can forget about how much of a depressing idiot I am. OK THAT'S THE END of the negative nanciness. I promise. Just look and enjoy.

As you may have deciphered from recent posts, these past couple weeks have been, let's just say, shitty as balls. I was laying on my bunkbed trying to do my reading for music, which was only 21 pages, and all I could think about was the moderately terrible events that have been occurring in my life that seem to be adding up to a fucking catastrophe. Now that I'm writing this, I feel like a dbag since there are so many people around the world that have WAY bigger problems than I do. So, in order to alleviate my current state of dbagness and negative nancy state of mind, I'm going to conjure up some positive things that have happened recently (if my ski coach was reading this right now, thank god he's mo def not, he would be so proud--he thinks I'm a major negative nancy pants).

Today, I got approved from Bowdoin to go abroad next semester! Which reminds me... This is an abroad app essay in the making that everyone should and will appreciate (courtesy of Lemma):

Describe yourself

I am very goal orientated. One of my biggest goals in life is to marry up. After I saw pictures of hot aussies in Cosmo I decided I have to go there to find my future husband. I have very high standards. The Australians in cosmo met those standards and they are also movie stars meaning they are rich. So I will be meeting my standards and I will become rich. Goal achieved.
I am a hard working, dedicated, team player. I am compassionate and I am Emma’s best friend. I am very dependable. I am honest. I do not know how to surf. I like to try new things. I do not like squid. I like older men. I like the ocean. I am easy to live with. I am Emma’s big spoon. I like to make people smile. I didn’t like apples when I was little, and I like them now. I eat cereal a lot. I am glad I am not an only child. I hate conflict. I like sleeping in tents. I am a push over. I am easily entertained. I wish I knew how to play the piano well. I am a horrible speller. I am not a slow driver. I like to make and listen to music. I am a creeper. I burp a lot. My feet smell when I wear my Australian Emu’s. I am vulgar. I like it when young children use vulgar language.


In case you were wondering, I did not send that essay in. Even though that describes me probably better than what I did write, which was something along the lines of dedicated, intellectual, outgoing, compassionate, blah, blah, blah. The only thing that matters is on the outside anyway, right? Which is another awesome thing about living the aussie life for a while. I'm so coming back tanner, blonder, and skinnier, maybe even with a sexy accent. I should probably work on that now. Since I'll be going to Montreal (BALLIN) over spring break (SPRING BREAKKKK!), and nobody in Montreal except Aliza knows who I am, I can just practice my australian accent and I'll get all sorts of hott canadians all up in my grill. Great success. Well I'd say that's enough uplifting food for thought for now. Back to my reading.

Sex toys and mexico.

So I felt bad about leaving such a depressing update last night. I've come up with a solution to my sleeping around problem. I've come to the conclusion that I will buy a vibrator. That way, I can just pretend I'm sleeping around. But I won't be a slut and get aids. This is the one I'm probably going to buy.

It's called "Butterfly kiss" and the tagline is, "Flutter your way to pleasure with this sweet little butterfly." which makes me laugh hysterically. So

me of these things are fucking expensive too. This one is the Lelo Golden Vibrator will run you up $1500.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!? FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS!??! ONE THOUSAND. FIVE HUNDRED. DOLLARS. Kind of ridiculous if you ask me. And the weird shit that I found when I was on these sites was amazing. Like this one. I used to have a belly button ring with this shit on it, and when it caught on your skin that shit was painful. cant even imagine this on a vagina. ouch.

Then there were some that didn't even make sense and creeped me the fuck out. maybe someone who has a fetish for the 2nd Pirates of the Caribbean?? Someone who thought the Kraken was super hott?

And here. is the piéce de résistance. This beauty is called, "The Accommodator." Brilliant, no? As a woman though, i'm pretty sure i wouldnt enjoy this. It's honestly creepy as hell.

Okay. enough with the dildos. At this current moment I'm listening to tapes (yep. tapes.) to learn spanish. they were made in the 80s and are all, "where is the taxi station?" which will be extremely helpful when I go to Mexico in 2 days. I haven't packed and I'm not really excited because I don't really know anyone else that's going. I dont even know what i'll be doing down there. the whole trip is really disorganized and just. blah. I'll probably just turn these shitty tapes off and watch Bones and maybe nap. Read Jane Austen for the 20934857th time. I love feeling like a lazy shit on vaca. makes me happy. Love you mare. love you aliza. love you natie.... i think i got everyone who reads this.... hahahah oh god.

Depression at its finest.

Do not read if you are looking for a pick-me-up or if you ever wish to feel happy again:

So mare said I can use the blog for a therapist. and i will use visual aids as to give it some kind of levity. So here we go.

I've been drinking. A lot. Like, 7 days a week, starting at 9am a lot.

and I've been sleeping around. A lot. Like, sleeping with a guido. Twice. And then sleeping with some guy in my music history class. who's really not attractive at. all. and this kid must have had acidic sperm or something because it broke the condom.

and my friend hannah had to drive me to get the morning after pill. on valentines day. Hey! who needs chocolate and flowers when you can have plan b!!!!

It started right after Fred dumped me. well. not dumped me. god it's been a long time since i blogged. fred is this guy who is perfect in every way shape and form. He's a grad student who is miraculously rich, drives a motorcycle, used to be on the hockey team, works for NASA in the summers, is gallant and just, a nice guy. He took me to see avatar, paid and everything, and was really affectionate which i found disarming seeing as all I'm used to is Ryan. who would never, ever show affection in public because he was so horribly embarrassed by me. (why? i still don't understand.)

Anyhoo. Fred told me one day that it just wasn't going to work. Gave me the whole "just friends" speech. and seeing as we only went on one date and hung out only a couple of times, it wasn't like he actually dumped me. It was just the whole being rejected thing I guess. and then the drinking started. and the sleeping around. And i realized that the only way i can feel wanted is through my vagina.

I'd give anything not to be rejected again because i just dont think i can handle it. It sounds stupid and childish, but somedays I don't think i'll ever get over ryan. and i've been calling him ryan now because it actually physically hurts to say the "a" name. it's also easier to say "he left me" instead of "he dumped me" or "he broke up with me". why? who knows. Our anniversary is coming up. Gonna be a tough one. April fools day. i wish it had all been a joke. just one. big. joke.

I really have nothing else to say. This has been the worlds worst blog update ever. sorry to the multitude of fans out there. fuck.

LOOOOVE

MICHELLE.

Since this was the shittiest day ever, I'm posting the 10 things that Michelle and I love the most in this world. Instant happiness
(these are not necessarily in order of increasing happiness yield. Except for #10. Duh.)

1. Whales. Preferably orca whales. see previous post

2. Star Wars. Even if Mark Hamill is only good looking in A New Hope. Darthy makes up for it
3. Fabio. Better known as Scott Woolweaver
4. The $1 bins at target. Especially a week before major holidays i.e. Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, July 4th, the first day of spring...you know, the important ones
5. Miley Cyrus and her clothing designing talents.

6. Kevin.
7. Alabama and everything that comes with it--hushpuppies, dank weddings, southern drawls, southern boys, southern manners, drank, zebra-skin rugs, drank
8. Cody baby


9. Mimosas. Especially if it's 11am

10. Nate. and Sam too. Duh.

Imagine diving naked into a swimming pool of awesomeness

A lot has happened since break. A whole big lot. Since I'm usually really lazy and make lists instead of being all elaborate and eloquent, I think I'll just keep up my rep.

1. Michelle and I made friendship bracelets while watching Free Willy. We may or may not be a couple of 13 year old girls. Also, what would you do if you saw a whale in the forest? It's ok if you don't have an answer because I certainly have no idea. I mean, I would want to save it and maybe try to save it, but let's be honest, I don't think I would help, at all. Then I'd probably cry. Everyone loses--I lose, Keiko loses, the forest loses. That's a lot of blubber.

2. I smacked down a 15k skate race

2.5. I almost died. Context: we stayed at this sketch motel in Lake Placid. Grace and I roomed together in this sketch room. There was this "dung" noise that would periodically sound in our room's wall. We inquired as to whether the boys next door were just playing a one pitched string instrument of some sort, but to no avail. Then, on the tv, channel 19, let me paint this scenario for you: there was a thermometer on the left side of the screen and a heartrate monitor/EKG type machine on the right side of the screen. On top of the monitor were toys (cars, dogs, etc.) and something that looked like a barrel of a gun. This creepy little scenario was on channel 19 constantly. Always. One night, when the creepyness got a little out of hand (the "dung" got louder and started moving around the room) we realized that the barrel of the gun on channel 19 was pointed toward the wall above Grace's bed. And what did we find in that spot? A piece of duct tape, the color of the wallpaper, covering some sort of defaced part of the wall. CREEPY. We then decided that someone was trying to kill us.

3. Chris, Dan, and I made a snowman in front of a dining hall window with a 3ft long penis.

4. January 24, 2010 was the best day of my life. We had the best OD ski ever, with the best snow ever (especially now that a monsoon is passing through Brunswick...). I gave Walter Shepard, the biggest baller in my life, the biggest hug ever. Tim slapped my ass. We did flips into beautiful powder. There was chicken parmesan for dinner. Win.

5. The girl's team did a strip tease for the Bates boys. They loved it.

6. I had to profess my love to Tim in front of the whole team....and every other team on the EISA circuit due to a lost pepper bet. This is how I did it:

To the greatest coach in the whole EISA circuit,
I love it when you make that fine ass work it,
when you're rocking out to Tik Tok, or singing with Jay-Z.
The way you sip that gallon jug just drives me crazy.
I know that Carnie Crush is not for coaches and the like,
but I made an exception...and I wish I had a mic,
because I want my feelings to resound loud and true--
OMG TIM IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

He loved it.

7. Chris Plys.

8. The Americans are KILLING it at the Olympics. Also, I'm pretty sure that if I dyed my hair red, I'd look exactly like Shaun White. Also, I'm pretty sure that his second run made me jizz in my pants. Kinda like when I found the video of Chris Plys making his guitar gently weep for MTV. Can you say O face?

9. Sunday funday is happening this weekend. You all know what that means. Why yes, it does mean that the Middlebury Carnival got postponed one day, but more importantly, I will be crunk Sunday night. It could have been Saturday night, but orgo will surely be tons more fun with a huge headache (...not).

10. Oliver Burruss believes that the entire Bowdoin ski team is the spawn of Nathan Alsobrook.

That's all I can think of for interesting happenings about for the past 2 months or so. Don't worry, if I remember anything else, it'll fo shiz be up pronto/ASAP/AQAP, because my work load is, dare I say it, not so bad. Plus I need to keep Michelle up on my life since we haven't skyped in probably 3 days.

damn you caffeine

There have been complaints about the scarcity of updates, which is such a good thing. People love us, Michelle! They really love us. I blame this lack of blogging on the black hole of torture that was this past semester. Thankfully, grades are in, I did satisfactorally (def just made up that word--call the patent lawyers), so the semester is completely and oh so officially in my past; therefore, I have no excuses to not blog. Also, I had my first entire cup of coffee for a long long time about 2 hours ago, so I'm wired and ready to ramble. Sad story is that I desperately needed that cup of coffee to stay awake for the entire Avatar movie, which was 3 hours long and started at 9:40pm--or I thought I needed it. My heartrate was so high the entire time that I might as well have been doing a workout (secret training, bitches). So I had no problem staying awake, and the only thing the coffee did for me was make me have to go pee every 30 min. I felt like such an old woman, which sucked because the movie was just so fantastic, amazing, extraordinary, mind blowing, and every other synonym for awesome, and I just didn't want to miss a second. Never again will I sneak coffee into a movie theater, no matter how ingenious my sneakery might be.

Did I mention how incredible avatar is? I'm pretty sure I hate humans and earth and money now. Too bad I actually don't hate humans and earth and money. I felt like such a loser driving my gas guzzling yuk home from the movie theater, listening to Ke$ha sing about P. Diddy and pedicures and being crunk, all of which are things I love (well, I only love P. Diddy a lil bit). Maybe someday, probs in 2012, I'll get swept off to another planet that looks as though a giant black light is hanging out in the atmosphere by a buff, sexy, blue alien. Hopefully these aliens won't have such long hair, because lbh that hair was a bit creepy. We can live happily ever after without global warming or politics, and maybe I'll be smart like Sigourney Weaver because of my Bowdoin degree and I can learn about trees and such (and those crazy bugs that spin around. Who thought of all those weird animals anyway? I really really seriously want to meet that person because he/she must have the biggest baller imagination ever). Too bad this whole runaway to another sweet ass planet won't actually happen. Depressing. Let's discuss something that is actually logical, plausible, and completely realistic...like how fabulous the bag burger I ate yesterday was. It was even great when it sat like a brick in my stomach while I ripped up a 5k classic race. Needless to say, I've learned from all these pre-season races what NOT to do before my actual races.

Also plausible and realistic: Jason Bourne. I watched Bourne Ultimatum last night. Another awesome movie, and not just because Matt Damon is a hottie with a naughty body. It's also the violence and the car chases and the violence that makes this movie awesome. I also like that Matt Damon hardly talks in this movie. I find these stunning men even more stunning when they don't say anything. Maybe it's just because I'm so antisocial, I just like to sit and stare at my men. No talking. It's annoying. Ok, so I'm not that antisocial, but I do love that he busts chaps all over in silence. Violence is the answer, you know, silent violence. But don't tell my alien boyfriend that, or that I'm cheating on him with Matt Damon. He might just send his fire bird after me. Kinda like the phoenix in Harry Potter. So many movie references with so many hotties (yes I was in love with Daniel Radcliffe in like 6th grade), it's just so overwhelming. While I'm at it, let me just throw out Star Trek: Chris Pine is oh so fine.


And with that, I'm off to bed. If the caffeine will allow me... PEACE

PS Alabama won the BCS. awesome.