Ok, I finished the first season of 24. It was ultra good.
NINA!!! what. And I still maintain Sherry Palmer is an uber-bitch.
Anyway... not much else in my life. It's only 11. I don't want to go to bed. But I probably will soon. Why, you ask?
This whole not-working thing is starting to really get to me. I think I might try to find some volunteering thing soon. I really want to take a class or something, but those cost hundreds of dollars that I don't have right now. So no Vaginal Fisting class for me.
Damn the Vancouver weather.
My mom made spaghetti today. It was so tasty. Spaghetti is one of those things I feel like I could keep eating until I exploded because it's just so damn tasty. Mmmmm.
Also, may I just say that I think the best news headline I've seen in a really long time has to be "Giant Popsicle Melts, Floods NYC Park." Naturally, you have to read an article with a title like that. Turns out Snapple was trying to break the world record for the largest popsicle in Union Square today, but before they could even get it erected, it started melting really quickly, and ended up actually flooding Union Square. Apparently, the melting got out of hand. "The 25-foot-tall, 17 1/2-ton treat of frozen Snapple juice melted faster than expected Tuesday, flooding Union Square in downtown Manhattan with kiwi-strawberry-flavored fluid that sent pedestrians scurrying for higher ground." AHHAHAH They had to shut off several streets and use fire hoses to wash away the stickiness. AHAHHAAH THEEEEN I get a call from Sexy teen this afternoon, and guess where he is? Yeah, that's right, Union Square. For something totally unrelated, but still.
I feel like that's a good way to end an entry. I can't really think of anything that tops that.