When I was in London on Study Abroad we went to the Tate Modern art museum. Let’s just say it was an enriching experience. It taught me that anyone can be an artist. Dave Barry seems to agree with me.
Every once in a while our computer speakers pick up some weird frequency and we get snippets of people talking. It makes me think of “COPS”. The other day I heard the following: (spoken with a drunkish redneck accent) “I’m just tryin’ ta tell her I can stay up as late as I want, go out when I want, drink what I want…” Interesting.
Why is it that the fancy Bath & Body Works soap leaves a nasty scum in my sink, while the cheap store brand stuff has never done that?
I ordered books from Amazon on Monday and I am furious that they won’t even ship until the 2nd. What am I supposed to read until they get here?
The girls have Webkinz animals. Is it sad that I love the games as much as they do? I really need to get a life.
I truly believe in the power of prayer.
I hate dialup internet.
If I’m going to join Facebook (it’s becoming more inevitable every day) I need an awesome photo of me, one that not only makes me look really good, but also looks totally effortless, like that’s how I look every day anyway, no big deal. Because I care so much what people think of me.
I like it when people comment on my blog. It makes me feel justified in spending the time to post. This is not a hint, of course. Wink, wink.