I think I've been watching too much Lizzie McGuire lately. Admittedly, I used to watch it every now and then, but that was just while I was finishing my homework. I think it's gotten to the point where I've actually seen every episode. And the movie. Like twice. And I can't stand Hilary Duff.
Disney channel is like a training ground for future hoes. There was Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera, of course, and also Lindsay Lohan, star of Disney-sponsored made for TV movies like Life-Size, and yeah. Hilary Duff. And I get the feeling if they ever have the chance to break away from Disney Channel, Christy Carlso Romano and Alyson Michalka will follow the same beaten path. Oh. And Ashley Tisdale. Definitely Ashley Tisdale. To be honest, watching the Disney channel is a daunting experience at times. Why does everybody have to be so fake?! >.<
Next thing you know, it'll be that Sally chick (Alyson Stoner) on Mike's Super Short Show. I think she has the potential.
What's with these supposedly "wholesome" shows going with the hoed-out appearance? Like 7th Heaven. GAG. That show. I mean, Ruthie. She was this cute little girl. Now she's like this hormone-infested, babbling idiot who dates guys like way too old for her. Eww. And why do all the characters on that show insist on getting married and having children like right after high school? It's nuts.


Also. Why do people make icons with text that is obviously unreadable? I just don't get it. What's the point? I know my vision is bad, but it's not that impaired.

I finally got my Super Marioworld today. Finally. I don't think I should have had to pay like 5 dollars for something as small as a Game Boy Advance video game cartridge when it took them two weeks to get it to me.


Now to make that stupid Omalink reservation because I can't find someone to give me a ride back to Lincoln from Eppley. That stupid reservation is like $50 and I'll get back 2 hours later than I would have otherwise because I have to wait for the next available bus. Ugh. I had a ride with my cousin, but my mother is making me do this instead because it's a waste of my cousin's time to pick me up and bring me back to Lincoln. Even though I've already paid her.

The morning dawns cold and gray. And I am awoken by the sounds of frantic shuffling that can only be Ruby trying her darndest to make it to the airport on time.

I am 20. ;_;

The real reason I made this entry is to rant. Because damn it, I realize it is the last day of exam week, but I think I deserve one of those "Happy Birthday" signs just like everybody else. Everybody else gets them!! >.< AND this happened to me last year, too. AND my birthday is going to be on the weekend for the next two years, so you know I won't be getting a sign for those birthdays. And if I'm still in the dorm as a senior, then wow. That's kind of sad. Kind of. But I WANT A SIGN.

That is all.

OMG, I am such a loser. None of my friends here want to do anything with me... : ( Nichole keeps flaking on me! ;_; I am actually considering going to the Polka Festival in Ennis with my parents tonight. AGGHHH.

At least in Lincoln, I could walk to the Union or around town if there was nothing else to do. Summers are always miserable, seems like. Every time, my parents reproach me for being such a bum. Eventually-this year it occurred especially early, my mom asks me what my friends are doing and why I'm not doing whatever that is with them; she even encourages me to have a party. Anyone who knows me semi-well probably knows that with the exception of like...2 times in the past, I rather dislike parties. I've probably written about it before on here. On the other hand, I am always up for going into town and just hanging out, always wanting out of the house. But for some reason the friends I make tend to be homebodies or something...They'd rather stay at home and watch tv or read. Hey, I get you, reading is awesome. But golly...not all the time. I often wonder if I'll ever find a friend I can call up in the middle of the night and convince to go into town bowling or something, or anything. I get lonely at night, I guess. I don't like to sleep, though I tend to do a lot of it. Nothing says depression like waking up and wanting desperately to go back to sleep because the prospect of facing another day is too tiresome.

So I guess I just need to make new friends, or find the confidence to do everything without them. On your own isn't so bad.


I'm sick of this depression, emo, stress phase. It disgusts me more and more these days. And I know, I've just realized really, it's just a crutch for me. It's just a way to keep myself down and out. An excuse for why I'm not the best I could be. An excuse for why I don't even try to be that person. Right now, I'd like to stop facing all this drama and laugh at life again. And I know how to do it. So maybe I finally will. Well, probably not.

At most, it can be considered cheap imitation coffee. You know, like the kind you can just stir in some hot water and be done with. That's not coffee. Coffee is brewed. Coffee is filtered. Coffee is not just the product, but also the process. In fact, I believe it could easily be said that real coffee is more about the process than the product. With a decent coffee grinder, you can turn ordinary store-bought, run-of-the-mill coffee into something worthy of consumption. If you take a tiny cup of coffee and mutate its existence with the addition of condiments of a lesser renown to near beyond recognition, you cannot possibly call that coffee. A grape may be a grape, but when exposed to the elements, it becomes a raisin. No matter how you may try, it can never again hold its former status as a grape. To be certain, if you suffer your coffee the aforementioned condiments, even whilst it may retain some semblance of its coffee-taste, it is no longer coffee. In truth, it never was. This cafeteria "coffee" is no coffee at all. That fact aside, if you can call that mutated substance coffee, certainly you can call these cafeteria "mocha cappuccinos" cocoa. For, with one drop of coffee in the cocoa, you condemn it to coffee status-it is never fair to mislabel items. By this logic of yours, one drop of cocoa added to cappuccino becomes cocoa. There is no getting around this. You cannot legitimately call the two "one in the same." You most definitely wouldn't get away with it. For, the very conjecture you make rests on the foundation of a dichotomy: one or the other, but not both. And when you dare to make amends for your mistake with such a feeble statement about the possible synonymy of the two, you are indeed the face of contradiction. Think twice before you are to judge the nature of this beverage. The name "coffee" is sacred, and there is no room for impostors in its title.

I was very bored during lunch.

The Joker - Steve Miller Band