ew diet snapple

They didn't have regular peach iced tea so i took the diet one. never again.

I realize i'm a solitary person; but what I want is someone to be solitary with, if that makes any sense. no? that's okay.

"I think he's just a sensitive metrosexual." The mystery of my french teach's sexual preference remains totally unsolved, and for once I am baffled. We will know soon though...very soon.

I'm trying to capitalize...I don't know what it is about blogs and aim that makes me type in all lower-case all the time. It's time to change that.

Days like these (rainy ones, for those reading this outside of the tristate area--although I can't possibly imagine who that would be) can be tolerable in moderation. It's refreshing..but if this goes on for much longer I'll become crazeeeee. Never mind, I hate the rain. And I don't like my pants getting all wet at the bottom, but I do not want to invest in 1.) galoshes, because everyone and their mother owns a pair. They used to be practical but now, augh. NYU posers can do miracles when it comes to turning practical things into shallow fads. and 2.) UGGs. Thank god they're not fashionable anymore, I won't see them next winter. So sick of them.
So, I'll take wet pants over conformist foot apparel. Hm.


Jack Johnson is great but all of his songs are um...the same? I still love him though.