You can't take a shower! I'M taking a shower!

Do you want to know how many adults I saw at the Carver Shaw's in their PJs tonight? A LOT. My God, do you people own any real clothes? They're called JEANS. Learn it, buy it, wear it. Hah, that kind of reminds me of the phrase we used to have about boogers when we were kids. "Pick it, lick it, flick it." I did everything but the "lick it" part. Us cool kids just used to pick it and flick it. If you licked it, you were just downright weird.

We turned out fine.

We are the same kids that STARTED the yo-yo revolution in the fifth grade. Everybody started to bring yo-yos to school after we started to. At recess we would be all like "yeah nice yo-yo, but does YOURS have a BRAIN!? Can you 'walk the dog' with that shitty thing?! How about 'CAT'S CRADLE'?! 'Around the world'?! Yeah, you can take your Butterfly and put a bag over your head over there in the corner, we have FIREBALLS."

It seems as though every time I try to plan a day to just do all of my favorite things, not have to worry about being somewhere at a certain time, not have to worry about seeing who at what time and what to do, to just do anything I wanted, something happens and it doesn't work out. I'm just wondering why people can't leave me alone sometimes. I seem to be asking for that a lot lately and it never really happens.

I'm currently watching "Made of Honor." It's an okay movie, but in the beginning, Patrick Dempsy is supposed to be like this womanizing manwhore. Which doesn't make any sense because, well, he's Patrick Dempsy. I know a lot of people think he's this handsome God, but personally, I think he is a wicked dork. He's just the kind of guy that makes you want to yell out "Heyyyyyyyyyyy DORK!"

Oh Patrick Dempsy, in this movie your girl just got taken away by a ugly blonde Scottish guy who wears a skirt. DORK!

I think everybody should listen to the song "Cosmic Love" by Florence + the Machine. And read the poem "Your Laughter" by Pablo Neruda. YAH HEARD?!

-Jenny