I'm scared to change my top 8 on Myspace. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but as more of my internet-retarded slash internet-delinquent friends sign up for procrastination websites like Myspace, the more shiftings around I will have to do. I hope no one notices!

I am so going to purchase stock in Febreze. I Frebreze just about everything; socks, gloves, scarvess, the carpet, jackets, the dog, pillowcases, backpacks, purses, blankets, and shoes. I am like the grandpa with Windex in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" except the movie I star in will be called, "My Eating Disordered Mixed-Race Give it Two Years Drunk-Fest."

Um I can't seem to get it right with Parker, poop, and Palo Alto. Go alliteration! I dumped his bag of "pupu" in a private resident recipticle as I walked Parker and this random lady yelled at me that it was a "compost only" bin. She continued to tell me the trials and tribulations of having people dump plastic bags in her bins because the men won't dispose of the compost and she has to fish out the bags. Furthermore, she told me to "go get" what I dumped and I said.. "No, it's too far down. I'll get it on my way back." Her reply, "NO YOU WONT!!"

Okay. Hm. Seems like Palo Altans like dogs and animals, but don't like feces. I can see that.

Today has got to be one of the worst Mondays experienced. Not only did I wake up three hours later than intended, I didn't have time to do all my laundry. The dryer wasn't working so I have clothes, duvets, and sheets hanging around the shoebox. Additionally, it's raining (continuously for the past five months), so nonthing will dry within this lifetime. I had to haul ass and bike to school in the rain and represent my research group. It was awesome because not a soul inquired about my group so there was no point being there. Now it's time for homework. GREAT! I LOVE MONDAYS!

All this negativity is annoying. I will make an exerted effort to love Mondays because they aren't going anywhere. They, apparently, come every six days, so I have to make the best of it. If only Monday was an actual person so I can punch him in the face.