I finally understand the premise of Star Wars. Luke and Han are trying to get hold of the stolen Death Star design before Darth Vader does. Wow and it only took 22 years.

This entire time I thought it was about fighting aliens, incestuals, hairy people, "before-The-Fugitive-Harrison-Ford," and a dude with really bad asthma who wears only plastic black garb.

You know you're pressed for time when you do yoga poses in the shower as a segue from working out to make food to eat while studying.

I read too much gossip columns because I've started to dress like Mary Kate and Ashley. I'm wearing a long sleeved, long torso shirt with a long skirt and ballet-sandlelies, basically a semi, yet clean and cute homeless look. Awesome.

I am turning into an official nerd. I like Star Wars I.

What is up with Ewan's hair and who told him to cut Annikan's hair like that? Just because he will be the apprentice does not mean Annikan should be forced to look like trailor trash circa 1982.

Queen Almasomething's personal makeup artist has glaucoma and bilateral myopia because she/he does not know how to apply lipstick and blush like a person with normal vision.

Additionally, Samuel L. Jackson left his acting skills on planet Earth when he traveled far into the galaxy.

Is it strange that when I see Parker's peanut butter biscuit I want to take a bite?

Poor Mr. Blog. What did it ever to do deserve such neglect? It didn't do anything, I tell you! We should blame graduate school. Stupid higher education my ass. Don't believe what teachers or parents tell you. They encourage you to get a higher degree so they can privately laugh at your inner and outer torment.

I feel like dying!