You know what sucks? When you talk on the phone with a guy every night for six weeks but live 2,400 miles apart. What sucks even more is when you meet someone who may be funny enough to go on a date and is somewhat cute. What happens with the other guy at home? Someone is going to get hurt and it sucks. Maybe the guy at home wasn't the 'one.' Maybe he is. I dunno. What I do know is that it's 3:13am and it's time to go to bed cause someone has to go to work tomorrow. Damn you pointless parttime job!

The only time I awake from reading articles and writing papers is when I chat on AIM. I will be two seconds away from breaking the keyboard with my unconscious head when someone will IM me and I will inevitably wake up and have a 30 minute conversation about NOTHING. Then, after I finish the AIMing and put up an away message and return to my work, I experience full-blown narcolepsy. So sad.

I love reference pages of articles. You think you have 35 pages to read, in actuality, there's only 32 pages. Oh the little things in life that make me happy. Where's the penis?

It sucks when you're in class and classmates have circular arguments for 10 minutes. "Well I think...," "Actually, I believe..."

You know what? I don't really CARE what you guys think about this topic. Maybe the first three minutes was interesting, but it's time to shutup and move on. You've made your "point" and you're boring people. However, y'all give me a few minutes to post a blog, so thank you 'classtime bogarts.'

I love how I can purchase $200 worth of bathroom equipment and not feel a tinge of happiness, but when I buy the perfect $1.99 lipgloss I am elated for the rest of the day.

Seriously, this time management thing is getting a lil ridiculous. I say I'm leaving the house by 10:30am and start my homework at the cafe by 11:00am. How do I not get to the cafe until 11:30pm and start my work at noon? DAMN YOU GRANDFATHER TIME, or whatever your name is. Fucker.

I'm totally freaking out bc i just realized that the altoids ive been chomping on are made purely of sugar. i feel like veruca salt and im going to blow up into a huge purple blob...or would i turn into a huge white chalky blob?

I think it's completley rude when two people come to a coffee shop together, sit at two different tables, use a third table as a drink holder and paper organizer, and hog up the electrical plugs. These people should be forced to listen to Sting for 36 hours straight and I'm not talking about one CD on suffle and repeat all, I'm talking about Desert Rose on repeat.

You know what sucks and is partially evil? When I meet cute guys and think there is a potential hookup, I forget all about 'him.' When those cute guys later turn out to be complete douchebags and/or creepies, I automatically call 'him' to make sure he's still there for me. Arg. Maybe it's just a cycle of behavior that I need to stop engaging. It's like Pavlov Stimulus Response mechanism at work. Cute guy --> no call, Douchebag --> call. There should be a new equation that is Cute guy --> no call, Douchebag --> kick in the balls.

There are wayy too many beautiful people in California. Damn those mixed raced babies! People should really stick to their own kind so that there would be more ugly people around me, well more ugly girls because I want to look at hot men.

I'm currently at a cafe where I usually study on the weekdays. It seems that the weekend manager at this cafe is completely insane. We are all trying talk with our friends or study but no one can hear each other or concentrate. Maybe if he turned up the music a little louder, i would go entirely deaf bc hearing is so overrated.

It's so racially diverse in California that even the squirrels are of "color."

There are gray squirrels and black ones and the black ones are vicious. They don't care if you're running full blast on the sidewalk. They will stand there staring at you with their snarled teeth until you're 2 inches away and then they sprint towards your ass.