hi. i forgot how to blog but after leaving an abnormally long comment on cha's blog, i remembered.

i love how i have control over tricia blogging. it's great. without it, i wouldnt have known that john & beth are engaged. so lucky. oh tricia, yeah, see, mike lost the ebay bid on the ring. fucker. he was at school when it was ending and the bid went up to past two hundred dollars. he really should have kept bidding till he won. really. that was the DREAM.

by the way michael, i didnt really mean fucker. im sad i dont have my dream ring tho, but unless you can give me a real roof over my head, then the dream ring shall remain as such.

why did shavonda give it up to landon? i dont think i could ever go out with a curly haired guy... let alone sleep with him. how many hot curly haired guys have you met & wanted to later cook breakfast for them (if you know what i mean)? sorry, just cant think of any. no offense to curly haired guys out there. i remember an ex told me that he had wavy hair. that scared me. for some reason, someone saying that he just had a bumpy head comes to mind right now. HA.

scary casebook equals really good class. i actually raised my hand in two of my classes this week... watch, probably never again. i got lectured by my dad about my non participation tho. see what happens when you tell your parents things.

i had a really good banana pancake yesterday. it makes me want another but i also want to add nuts to it, either macadamias or walnuts. (come on, what's a blog from me without a mention of food?)

i asked michael what we were doing for valentines day and then he said he'd visit me and we'd hang out. i tried really hard not to make the sad voice and just said ok... and then later i asked him why we were just going to hang out on valentine's day and then he got exasperated with me and asked me if i really thought that was all we were going to do. then he brought up the fact that i told him that i was sad he didnt surprise me more often, and how i get mad when he tells me that he's getting me something or he's going to surprise me or something because that's like dangling bait and that's just wrong.... so he said that either way he just loses. i told him, somewhat shamefully and bashrfully and reluctantly, to just tell me that he's planning something and to leave that at that. he laughed at me. i did too.

im sorry but that super sweet sixteen show is all that is wrong in america. yes they have very nice cars and very nice dresses and very bomb ass parties (not really, tho, it's not about parents showing love to their daughters/sons, it's about the money and not much else), but still... they're gross and bratty and materialistic. i know it's terrible for me to say this, as i go to a school where a lot of the girls probably had sweet sixteen/eighteen parties and i treasure lindsay (my purse) very much, but there's a limit to materialism and knowing that you're materialistic and/or being grateful for all of it. greed is bad. it makes me sad because everyone, including myself, is a victim.

maybe that'll be my lenten promise. limit my greed. i have to limit my spending anyway because i have to save up for upcoming trips & investments (yes investments, not purchases, but investments).

houston gouging his own eye out. that means it like, doesnt work anymore, right? ew. i dont like dat.

where is chrissytina? how come she's been m.i.a. since forever?

JAMI I MISS YOU.