"i had a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt.
she was killin' me in that miniskirt.
skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks.
she had a suntan line and red lipstick-
i worked so hard for that first kiss...
and a heart don't forget
something like that."
-- tim mcgraw

i'm feeling twangy today.

does it count as a study break if you haven't started studying yet but you should have?

wonderful night, simply wonderful. muchas gracias carey chickie! hope you had a good time too, it is your house after all... :D

so, is this beach thing still on for... whenever? someone please update me on the details of said excursion, and whether or not people are actually going, etc. last time i checked i was getting a ride with tyler or claudia, possibly both. information would be helpful.

have a good weekend everyone, don't flip out too much. i get to go pack more sand with my mother, isn't that a lovely way to start the studying?

alright. good luck to all. in a week, we will be seniors and it will all be over for at least 3 months.

(YES.)

warning to everyone out there: whiny post ahead.

alright, let the whining commence...

I. HATE. ENGLISH.

the thing is, i really don't hate it. it's actually one of the classes i like most, after math (because it's easy) and history (because when i try i can understand it). but for some reason, i can't seem to do well. the best i've done all year is an A-/B+. god forbid i should get a solid grade. and i know i'm being whiny, and that there are people in my english classes who would love to get an A-/B+ grade, but right now i'm annoyed. because i just got back my merchant of venice essay and got a B- that b�ch bumped up to a B because she felt bad about giving it back to me so late and making it hard to rewrite.

apparently i had some sort of odd reading retention failure going on within the multiple synapses of my brain stem (i don't think that even works biologically, but whatever.)-- meaning that when i read things, i don't completely process and retain the information. which means that when i go to write my essays, for some reason i get the actions and events wrong. like, just plain wrong. i'm not joking, b�ch actually told me this. this SUCKS MAJOR ASS. i thought i was done with school, i was all excited, and then it turns out that in addition to studying for four finals this weekend, i have to re-write an english paper and write out plot summaries of all the plays we've read just to make sure i haven't gotten any of the major events mixed up. i can't even tell you what a blow to my ego this is, not to mention the fact that it just makes this whole weekend ten times harder.

and now i'm all freaked out because i want to take two lewis classes next year, and if i can't get a good grade in a b�ch class, i'm going to DIE in a lewis class. not that b�ch is easy, she's just easy in comparison to lewis. or so i've heard. and how the hell am i going to live in college??? that's like, 400 pages of reading a week. if i can't "retain" that information well enough, i'm just going to flunk out. that's it, i'm going to flunk out of college.

and before anyone gets all worried, i know that i'm not really going to fail college. it just feels like it right now, because i'm at a point where everything is going to take so much more work and i'm so tired to begin with that i don't want to deal with it. shit.

it just sucks, because as many good ideas as i have in the fucking class, it seems as if when i write it down they just come out all confused and wrong. and even if i really do having something great to say, i just can't say it well enough for b�ch to get it. and the thing is, i know i'm a good writer. it's not that, it's just... i feel like i'm getting worse. someone please tell me how that works.

why couldn't i have just been done?? that's all i really wanted for today... a little peace and relaxation...

alright, end whining session now. thanks for listening.

"party over here!
party over there!
party at maddy's house because she just finished her shakespeare essay!"

ok, fine, so it doesn't rhyme. sue me, i'm sooooo insanely excited to be almost completely done with all non-finals-related work.

for the life of me i can't remember what i was going to post just now.

so, i guess we now have 5 social committee members. not 5 people running separately, just five. total. as in, a group. dude, if that works out, that's going to be so much fun!

addicted to the "friends" soundtrack someone gave me months ago. actually somewhat entertaining. i've decided hootie and the blowfish rules. or rule? rules. whatever.

it's kind of disconcerting to think about the fact that basically all that stands between me and no more homework (disregarding studying for finals for a minuto) is an at-home-in-class-essay and the spellchecking of another paper. it's so damn close to summer!

this is insanity.

must needs more sleep.

:::yawn:::

droopy eyes are returning... damn, i wanted non-droopy eyes until at least next week.

you know that it's almost summer and you are completely sick of school when getting new flipflops makes you insanely happy.

the fact that i want to go somewhere just so i can wear them out is kind of sad, actually.

must do history paper. if finish history, can partay later. with cool shoes. musn't forget cool shoes.

i'm doing that caddie-talking-to-yourself-thing. must stop.

oh well, have a somewhat shaky but still existant introduction paragraph for my paper. that's something.

hi maddy. stop procrastinating.

--the voices in your blog

procrastination is mine enemy.

i've only read 4 pages and i'm already sick of feminism.

well, okay, not really. but feminism in the context of my history paper which has yet to be written? yeah, yeah, i think i'm a little annoyed with it.

however i'm drinking water (healthy me!) out of the pretty glasses with cherries on them from draeger's that my mom and i got months ago, so that makes me happy.

i think i need to focus more.

focus!

damn, it didn't work. i have the feeling that tomorrow i will be posting something that can be likened to carey's 1:14 am post describing the 42 pages of work she has just completed. except with my work ethic, it won't even be 4 pages of work. better get on that then.

if all goes well, i should be halfway done with finals by this time next week.

(oh please oh please oh please...!)

"my god
my turnequet.
return to me
salvation."

the musical stylings of amy lee and evanescence, ladies and gentlemen!

"achoo.
achoo.
achoo."

the musical stylings of maddy's newly discovered allergies!

hmm.

dude, my car is so fucked up right now. we replaced the battery because the last one blew up (literally, the top blew off). so now whenever you open the door (even/especially if the car is unlocked), the alarm goes off and won't turn off until you start the car up. it's like it's testing you to see if you have the appropriate keys. my car is saying, "yeah, you can open the door, but can you start the car? huh? can you?!" it's getting a little old.

enough about my car. finished huis-clos, which is good because that's what i'm writing my french compo on. problem-- um, i don't get the ending. that's okay, right? i don't really need that part anyway...

this french composition is going to be the death of me.

but hey, as long as i keep chanting "two more weeks" to myself, it'll be alright.

this college thing is stressing me out before i even freaking get there. it's just one of those times (especially now because of impending doom aka finals and various end-of-quarter projects) that i just don't want to add the extra stress by thinking about how this paper or that test or this project could theoretically determine my grade which could determine which college i go to which basically dictates the rest of my life.

and i know it's not true, and i know i'm going to be stressing out over this too much when i don't really have to stress, but still. i just wanted to go in there, and tell my parents what my plans are for the next two weeks, what dates i need them to save for me, etc. and suddenly we're talking about grades and college and i say, "i don't want to talk about it." and my mom goes, "wait, just say what you were going to say! you can't always walk away from things..." and i'm thinking, "why the hell not? it's not really relevent, it'll just get you all thinking i don't take my grades seriously. what is the point of further contributing to this conversation?"

i just wish i didn't feel so bad for not wanting to talk about it. she's putting so much effort into everything and i really do appreciate it, but i really really really don't want to think about all the things i haven't done that i could have done that would make this easier on myself. i don't need that now because i can't change it.

argh.

so, it seems to me that some little boys around here need to do some growing up. and for the first time in a while, i'm not referring to the obnoxious 9 year old known as my brother; i just got back from babysitting the cutest little 3 year olds and their semi-spoiled older brother who, being 9 years old as well, is friends with my brother. now, let me just say that i know i'm a pampered princess half the time, but at least i know enough to say "please" and "thank you" when someone does something for me. this kid just orders me around, asks when i'm cooking the pizza, when i'm making the popcorn, says he needs juice and milk and more popcorn and then just sits there watching his "harry potter ii" without a care in the world.
it's not even that i care that much that i have to do stuff for the kid (hello, i am babsitting for goodness sake's...), but the fact that he does this without knowing that he's doing something considered somewhat inconsiderate by most of the menlo park populous that really irks me. i was thinking about it earlier, this kid could either grow out of it and be the greatest person, or he could grow up to be the most spoiled 30-year old ever who only wants a wife to do his laundry. hmmm...

in other news, it seems as if i too am now a member of the employed club. at least for the month of july 7-august 8, but hey, it pays pretty darn well for a summer camp counselor. maybe i will get to go to italy next year...

junior car wash tomorrow. then cfp formatting. then more car wash. think i should turn in my article already?

if you think about how fast this year has gone by, and how much we've all grown up (most of us at least) and changed and what we've experienced and been through and ruined and put back together and dealt with and talked about... and how different we'll all be next year and how much more mature we'll be and what we'll know then that we don't know now...

... it's insanely intimidating-- but at the same time, incredibly exciting.

one week left. oh. my. god.

"and so i fall
i don't wanna feel this small
you know i just can't handle this
handle this at all
and so i fall
i let my heartbeat drop
i falter as the music stops
and you watch me as i stall
and wonder when i
fall."
--something corporate*

*pseudo-depressing, mucho beautiful. definitely new favorite song.

"every day
life's getting harder
and you're living
like a fish out of water."
--OPM

it kind of bugs me that whenever i sit down to post something, i have to consciously censor what it is i'm going to say. i don't like the fact that if i want to bitch about the 3 huge papers i have due next week that i haven't started yet, i can't because it's too "boring" and people will then go off on tangents about how everyone posts the same predictable things, listing my predictable topic as "shitty homework" posts. i don't like that i feel like i have to impress people, even on this stupid thing which is supposed to be an expression of what i think about and who i am right now. well, what if i think about school? i worry about my academic career. i worry about whether or not slacking off a little will turn into slacking off a lot and then i won't get where i want to go. i worry that people will stop listening to me if they don't like what i'm saying. and i don't like worrying about those things. just because thrilling things don't happen to me every day doesn't mean i don't have a place where i can vent about the pseudo-mundane day-to-day events.
so just suck it up already.

so. damn. tired.

retreat was good. i don't feel like anything really changed, i don't know why but i feel like i was expecting a major shifting of the earth's tectonic plates to occur or something. or at least some teenage drama. however, i was sadly disappointed and not so much as a bitching-session took place. the one thing that might be different would be that now i know where i stand a little bit more in terms of some friendships; i feel like now i know how much effort i'm willing to put in for the amount that i get back with certain people, when to keep trying, and when to give up. i think it's good that i've learned this now...next year will be much simpler if i know which friends actually care about my friendship instead of just me caring about theirs.

no more pondering, off to bed. sleepy time for all.

one of the most annoying things is when you finish a book and it was good, and you liked it and it was well-written, but then you find that you just didn't really get it. you don't understand what the hell it's supposed to mean or what really comes out of it all. what's up with that?!?

i'm a big believer in the first/last line meaning a big something to a book. however, when you don't know what that something is, it becomes kind of a problem.

i also find it interesting that i got an invitation yesterday for the end-of-the-school-year-party that's being held at my house. hmm. did someone not check the addresses on that or something?

is it just me, or am i the only girl out of the late-night-movie-bunch who actually went to bed when she got home at 4:30 in the morning??

then again, i did have strep all week so i figure it's okay to not enjoy the sunrise. i, on the other hand, got to enjoy the wonderful 11:30 sunrise-- otherwise known as listening to my stepdad pack dirt in the backyard so that we can expand our patio. repeated pounding noises gets somewhat monotonous after a while.

in other semi-related-news, prom was awesome. it was such a change from the woodside proms just because of the size of them both, but it was still great. everyone looked amazing and the music didn't totally suck all of the time, which is good. i just hope i took enough pictures!

the movie on the other hand, was sort of a different story. i'm glad i went to go see it, it was really fun and i didn't have to do much except try to stay awake, but some parts were just so laughable that it kind of killed the moment a couple of times. maybe i can talk to claudia about it and she'll know what i mean... (don't want to ruin it here for anyone who hasn't seen it yet.)

retreat tomorrow, bright and early. good god.

off to set up my mom's hammock-birthday-present and read in the sun. maybe if i'm lucky and don't put on too much sunscreen, i can get less white! (i'm being optimistic here however...)

thank you all for coming last night, i hope everyone had a good time! (emily, do you possibly have alex's address? i'm a total nerd, but i'm sending out thank-you-cards and it's kind of hard to do that if i don't know where he lives.)

well well well... prom excitement has started! need to talk to some people about some things today... hmm...

alright, need coffee/chai/warm liquid from starbucks-type substance. see [almost] everyone tonight, all dolled up! (and have fun at extreme sportz, you crazy kids.)

so, lately i've been in this mood of "what does it all really matter?". i've basically decided that if i don't do a couple minor homework assignments, it will be okay because i can just study my ass off for finals and get a good grade and drag my grade back up to what it should be.

i don't think i've yet realized that a) if i just did the little homework now, i might not have to drag my grade up any because it would already be fine, and b) that might not be enough in any case so i should just stop whining and do it already.

bet you all thought i had finished with the bitching-about-homework-posts, huh? yeah, well, i like to keep you on your toes. good stuff.

is it shameful if i've actually started watching "dawson's creek" regularly? not that i'm obsessed with it or anything, i just think that it was remotely entertaining in the beginning (the first few seasons) before they sent them off to college and ran out of plot-lines. i guess i figure that it shouldn't matter what tv shows i watch or if i like dancing around my room to justin timberlake occasionally because i'm still me and if people suddenly stop liking me for my little vices and quirks then they're stupid and can just kiss my ass anyway. so, um, yeah.

alright, i'll leave you all to decode and then ponder that last paragraph. see most/some of you tonight.

heh.

say "cfpness" really fast. it's funny in a kind of twelve-year-old-boy-humor way.

i don't know if i just care too much about what people think, but i find it a tad shameful that the series finale of "dawson's creek" made me cry.

...then again, one of the main characters did die. i think it's okay to cry whenever someone dies. law of the movies.

for some reason "semination army" by the white stripes is an incredibly pleasing song for me, even though i constantly swear that i hate the white stripes more than almost any other band.

"you're going to fly away
glad you're going my way
i love it
when we're cruisin together..."

yes mother, i'm doing my homework...

ahh, such a diligent student.

now i'm addicted to this funky "summer vibes" cd i bought while getting an alarm clock at the pottery barn yesterday before my doctor's appointment. there's lots of old, cheery music on it. (which normally i'd think was funny, but this time it just makes me want to jump around.) maybe i'll play it on friday for everyone...

...no! bad maddy. need to study chem.

going forth into pits of voltaic cell hell now. see everyone tomorrow.

poolside in
tuscany. not cool. /kid,
and be too
busy to get a
shower knowing that
a favorite movie dvd would
work on
the weekend, and not
much that too busy to el assuming you need
you? /said
by all plans are
those random characters
like cry me here. /poolside in tuscany. body {
margin: 0; padding: 8px; : #
f90; color: #ff9; : none; } a:chem
test on folks! where at
the class... /

yet another way to determine that i am, in fact, really sick: i have taken my mother's copy of the 2003 grammy nominees cd to my room and am now listening to britney spears' "overprotected" and "girlfriend" by 'nsync.

someone, help me. please. now accepting cd compilations of good music. anyone wanting to contribute to the "save maddy's taste" fund can find me here.

University of Pennsylvania
You were a hard-working wannabe cool kid, and now
you are at the Ivy Leage equivalent of a rich,
suburban high school, and all of the kids used
to be too hard-working to be cool, so now you
all pretend to be cool together. As long as
Daddy keeps sending you money and you keep that
coke habit in check, you're degree will mean
something someday, even if none of your classes
did.


Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
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right, that pesky coke habit. got to work on that. (...once again proving the accuracy of these quizzes...)

ah, i love you iris. muchos gracias chiquita.

...and it's fixed.

two things:
1) maddy, you need to come up with a different message. no apostrophes.
2) i know it's fucked up right now, i can't figure out why the comment system's making it do that. however, it works. will debug tomorrow since i have nothing better to do.

yay! hopefully it's all going to work now.

mini-update for everyone:

1) i went to the doc today and apparently i have strep again, but el doc-o said i just have to chill out tomorrow and take meds for a couple days and i'll be good as new (hopefully) by the weekend. that said, all plans are still on for party/prom-ness. everyone who reads this (that i know of) is invited to el party-o (assuming you want to come), which means that blythecaddiecaitlincareyclaudiaemilyiristonikatmiketyler should all plan to get asked about whether or not you're going. i'm very sorry if i forgot someone but i don't think i did. (someone please let me know if i'm a total dumbass.) panos and alex are invited too if people want them to come, but you (claud and em) will have to take care of that portion.

party info: starts at 6, goes until 10:30 because my mom is worried about me staying up late two nights in a row. sorry for all who wanted to stay later, you gotsta go by 10:30. we're serving food, let me know whether you want a hamburger, veggie burger, or hot dog. if you want to, you can bring a favorite movie (dvd would work best, but vhs is not entirely impossible...just really hard) and we can pick once everyone gets here.
because i'm not coming to school until wednesday and that's a bit of short notice for everyone, if you are planning to come on friday for some period of time at all, please email me at justpeachymads@yahoo.com and let me know what your plans are. also, because i would appreciate it if you guys could try to keep it on the d-l at school-- some people know but some don't, and i don't want anyone to be offended. if you have any questions you can call or email or try to ask when we're not in front of a lot of other people. thanks ever so much, that is all.

2) iris: it won't let me make you an admin member until you become a team member, so i guess i'll just wait until you do that to click on the little thingy thingy. or you could try to click on it on your own, i have no idea how this works. thanks so much for volunteering though, it's great of you!

have a great night, i'll see you all on wednesday. (hope to hear from people about friday-ness...)

la. the web guru is here. now all i need are admin privileges and maddy's blog will be gorgeous and work and you will all be able to tell her so.

--web guru

i swear to god (you listening up there??), if i get mono again and can't go to prom or have my thing on friday... i am going to raise hell. this is so not even cool at all. screw life lesson shit, i just want to have a reasonably stress-free, good-time last month of junior year with my friends and soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.

this. is. not. cool.

i love the feeling of being almost-done (as opposed to done-done) with the hardest task of the day and taking a shower knowing that you don't have to freak out the second you're done with it.

you know what? a root beer float would be really good right about now. hmmm....

on the one hand, i love checking blogs and reading all the interesting (usually) things that people have to say because we're not all together all the time and just to have something fun to do that helps me procrastinate. on the other hand, i think it's a good thing that sometimes people are too busy to blog because it means they're taking full advantage of life and not just sitting around in front of the computer waiting for someone else to post (even though i do that too sometimes :P).

lacrosse tournament was great yesterday morning. had to get up at 7 to play three games in a row, but it was still tons of fun. when i left at 12 we had won two (10-2 and 5-3) and lost one. it was double elimination so i don't know what happened after that, but i'm sure everyone played well.
went to kfog's "kaboom" last night (think boat up to city, watch fireworks, boat back. good stuff.), and it was really fun. the firework's were amazing, there's not much more i can say about them. they were really spectacular. the boat ride was fun, tyler's friend james and james' girlfriend carmen and i kind of hung out so i wasn't just being totally anti-social, and i read more of kat's book, and slept a little on the way back home. (which is a major accomplishment for me because normally i can't sleep unless i know i won't be woken up for several hours.) overall i had a great day yesterday....
...but now it's sunday and i have a shakespeare essay due tomorrow that i haven't even looked at the topics for, and a chem test on wednesday and at least three assignments to make up, and i have to find time to plan el party-o.

:::sigh:::

i hate having wonderful, exciting, full days in the weekend, and then having that mean that later i have to cram all my work into a span of few hours.

alright, no more complaining about work. i'm going to go find something to do instead of whining about it all...

ps-- still need help on comments. come on folks! where are the techies when i need you?

seriously, anyone out there want to help me with this comment thing, feel free! no charge whatsoever, no nothing, just helping out a good friend. come on.

...please??

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
"cry me a river" by justin timberlake. (i know, i know...)

2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
the slow one by evanescence on the daredevil soundtrack (number 17), and "full of grace" by sarah mclachlan.

3. Name three songs that turn you on.
"wake me up inside" (title?) by evanescence.
"all the things you said" by t.a.t.u.
"sex and candy" by marcy playground.

4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.*
"monkey wrench" by foo fighters.
"somebody's baby" by phantom planet.
"my alien" by simple plan.
"i feel fine" by riddlin' kids.
*post-"post"-addition to the list: "hit me with your best shot" by (??)

5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
"everywhere" by michelle branch.
"good riddance" by green day.
"bouncing off the walls" by sugarcult.
"don't speak" by no doubt.
"sweetness" by jimmy eat world.

i can't for the life of me figure out how to work this shitty comment thing anymore, but i've already spent at least 30 minutes on it so i'm done now. you guys will just have to blog comments to me. that or help me figure this out.

this windy weather is very confusing and disconcerting. is it going to rain, is it not going to rain? who knows. (not me.)

listening to shakira, reading a peruvian novel, signing up for latin american history next year. trend much? (actually not really, but don't kill my attempted-pattern-finding-skills please.)

kat: i'm reading aunt julia and the scriptwriter and it's really good, but i'm kind of confused: when there are those random characters like police officers and magistrates and all of them are "the soul of rectitude and goodness" and their stories end with questions, those are the soap operas, right? or are they real but the point is to make them look like soap operas? help please, oh contemporary world lit guru! (or at least, person who has taken the class...)

this thing of me obsessive-compulsively (is that a word?) checking my email is not doing wonders for my productivity level.

btw, this whole people-sucking-up-six-feet-of-space-on-either-end-of-their-car-thing is soooo crappy. i found a spot okay this morning, but before that i drove by all these empty little sections where at least two more cars could have fit in if the stupid drivers of said cars had just pulled up a smidgen more. i think we should make an announcement in the bulletin or something, this is a serious issue!
(not really, but it is seriously stupid. therefore...)

(and if anyone thinks i'm being weird about my birthday, it's only because i haven't really announced/celebrated it with anyone but my family for the last two years...

(:::sings:::)

"happy birthday to me! happy birthday to me!..."

:::GRIN:::

ahhh.... i love today...

You are Beast!

You are brilliant and extremely clever. You can
handle almost any problem swiftly and
efficiently. You are devoted to philosophy and
are always up for a good discussion.
Sometimes, though, your anger gets the best of
you and you upset those whom you care about.


Which X-Men character are you most like?
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man, how come i can't get a pretty one?

this whole limo-no-limo thing is too stressful. i wish people would just pick what they want to do for prom and stick with it, none of this wishy-washy "i could do this, but then again..." stuff. this isn't the last prom of your life! just pick something dammit!
(the above not directed to anyone who reads this. fyi.)

i sincerely hope that any social functions occurring this month are as good as they seem to promise to be. come on now.

gracias for the info peoples. as of now, i'm thinking the night before prom (the 16th) because then everyone's done with ap's and it will get people in the party mode for the next night (or something like that). hopefully most of you guys can make it, details to follow.

time for another short poll:

if i were to have a birthday party (which, as of now, i'm seriously considering, hence the poll), which date/weekend would be best for most of you?

a) next weekend (the nights of the 9th/10th)
b) the 16th (the friday night before prom)
c) the weekend of the 23rd/24th (memorial day weekend/ the weekend before our last week of school)

it wouldn't be anything hugely complex or fancy, i was just thinking of having a bunch of people over to watch movies (everyone could bring one of their favorites and then we could vote or pick names out of a hat or something) and eat food and have cool bar-y drinks without the bar part (aka alcohol- my parents aren't quite that lenient) and just basically hang out. anywho, please respond if you want to come or think you can or if none of these days work or if all of them work, etc. you get the idea. gracias chickies!

sat's: went well. didn't kill me or severely drain me of my knowledge. always good to still have your brain cells.

movie: good. not amazingly good, but still very entertaining. fun afternoon out with the girls, at any rate.

prom: really really fun. mike's date was really nice and we kind of ganged up on the guys when they ditched us or made stupid comments. music kind of sucked but there were more slow songs than normal so i guess that's a bonus. and tyler gave me his jacket when i was cold so that was a nice little pick-me-up. :D
(downside: my feet hurt like a mo. i have a blister starting right on the ball of my foot and i can tell that's not going to be happy later. i also just got to sleep around 2:15 am, and seeing as i woke up at 9 and have to drive to san mateo at 11 for a job interview, i'm not too excited. all i really want to do is sit around in my pjs. oh well, at least i get to get lots and lots of coffee, si?

off to see the kitchen, i need breakfast if i'm going to stay awake enough to get on the stupid freeway. have a good sunday, all.

ps-- whose birthday is on tuesday?? oh yes, that's right.
(correct answer= MY birthday! "MY" meaning maddy's, not all of yours too. oh whatever, you know what i meant. )

i'm such a nerd. i was just going to post something about how now i'm happy because my in-person-interview for a job i'm applying for is going to be taking place at a starbucks. wow. i need something new to fixate on...

btw...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONI!

HAHAHAHAHA.

i just found out that the number one song on the charts the day i was born was "addicted to love" by robert palmer.

is that not completely perfect or what?