Mumtastic...go with it.

Just kidding, I, of course, have a couple of things to say...


First, I have an addition to my Guys I Would Marry on the Spot list: Jimmy Carter. That is right. All astrology aside, the man was my favorite leader of the free world, and it doesn't get much better than that.

Second, I am falling apart. Yes, physically. My back hurts like its broken, but whatev, actually, because what I am really upset about is my nails. I have always considered them my best feature. Olive was going to grow up and be a foot model, and I was going to be the hand model and rub lotion on her feet in commercials. Except she would have to use some tanning lotion so that we could match. Anyway, besides the fact that that didn't work out for obvious reasons, my nails now look like shit. Damn. Between this and my China class that is ruining my GPA, I have no longer have a viable career path. And the nail upheaval is all due to the hair clips I've been using that require me sliding my nail under the clasp to get them open. AND, I have a sliver in my foot. But, its a good thing I have brains, because I realized that if I paint over the broken nail, it holds it on kind of like glue. I'm not that worried about the look of my nails actually, I just don't like when they break too low and it hurts. You can't even make it feel better with an ace band-aid.

Third, I am SO upset that I am SUCH a dork. Puh-lease, who writes an application essay about existentialism? For anything. I didn't even realize the absurdity of it all until I was sitting at IHOP tonight. What a place for a revelation, let me tell you. Too bad, I know Stephen and Aaron were like "what the fuck" too. They didn't say it, of course, but I could see them thinking "She wrote about fucking existentialism instead of why she wanted to travel? She must be high." Whatever. High on LIFE. That's right, kids, I happened to enjoy writing that essay because it was fun. And now I will have a honeymoon travel schedule. Ha! I will have too be filthy rich before I get married...and find someone who I can coerce into agreeing to my proposed itinerary. Wolong Panda Daycare, anybody? I will add agreement to honeymoon travel schedule to my list of husband qualifications.

Fuck, I overuse commas to the extreme. And I can't think of a word of the week because I am too sleepy. I am such a failure at life. At least I look like a British singer. Apparently. That's ace, I suppose.




“Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what, can't we all be brothers?”
- Jack Handy quotes