Thursday, November 30, 2006

Last of November

Starting to see what I've been missing.

Anyways, right. Today's weather was downright spring-like, and I'm thinking of lobbying someone about it. I don't know who, but I'll find someone.

Tonmorrow I start posting Christmas tunes for download, isn't that great? I'll tell you who else is great: Kelli Ali. Perfect for getting through those should-I-or-shouldn't-I? times.


Not a chav.

Registration for the spring Scrapaway has opened; they've raised the prices. Who wants to contribute to my fund?

Sorry this is so here-and-there, my thoughts are scattered tonight. There seems to be a lot of pressure on all fronts lately. I'll get my break soon enough.

♥December tomorrow!!!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Don't panic

I know that many of you out there were sleepless last night due to my lack of blogging; believe me, not my fault! For some reason, my Internet was connected (as in, I was getting like mega-high bitrate on Shareaza) but I couldn't open any webpages. It was awful, to be sure.

Let's talk current events! I got my first Christmas card today, it's been snowing on Animal Crossing: Wild World, and finals are TWO WEEKS. So excited. Here's to hoping I do well in science. At least moderately well. Please. Ugh, I so wish my professor was a guy so I could get out the old seduction shoes!

Oh, other current events? Well, someone in New Castle had her house blown up while she was on vacation. My cousin actually saw this after it had happened, and she said that it was quite a sight. According to the news, they don't know what happened yet. So it just..randomly blew up? Poor woman. The only consolation I can find is that people around here are extremely charitable, and we all rush to help one another in times like these--especially when it comes to donating to a.) church funds, b.) turkey drives.

Second news story of the night: a judge has decided that paper money isn't fair to the blind, and now the treasury has to revamp our currency. Uh, I don't want to seem insensitive..oh, who am I kidding? I'm not politically correct in the least. Look, this is insane. My grandfather's girlfriend is "legally blind" but she can see money just fine. And she can just sniff the money if she can't see it. Golddigger.

Oh, and Castro is not well enough to celebrate his birthday! I'm laffoing. Of course, I doubt they have Dairy Queens over there, so birthdays wouldn't be worth celebrating anyways..poor Cuba. :( Don't worry, Cuba: as soon as your current leader dies, we will be right over with ICE CREAM CAKES. That would be a great way to win a war. I think it would work, too.

Right, two days until December. On December 1st, I am putting my Christmas tree up and wearing my Santa hat out in public. I do it in a cute sort of way, with little pigtails. God, I probably look like a twat. Such is life.


This is supposed to be a Christmas shot, but it looks..err..

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Warm day

So, I've started buying my textbooks. What a waste of money. I mean, I looked at the breakdown of my courses..and there's this thing called a "learning fee" that's like, $60 for a three credit course. Why? I have an idea: this money could be used as a deposit on a rental textbook that the college lets students use. The majority of my peers seem to buy their books from their college bookstores--why? I almost exclusively buy mine from Amazon or Textbooksrus.com, because I find that it's a lot cheaper that way. Especially Amazon. I can get a book for $4 on Amazon that would be $60 at the college, no joke. This has happened to me at least three times so far. The college estimate for books is something outrageous like $400 per semester, while I manage to pay about $150 by buying online. College bookstores are such a gimmick.

I'm super chuffed, as finals are..about two weeks away! I'm actually really looking forward to getting my loan refund check, because I know that I'll get more than I did last semester (so I'm aiming for around $250). Technically, I should use this towards paying back my loan..NAH. I'm going to probably use it to pay my mother back for whatever my current textbook money won't cover. I wish I'd just get the loan refund SOONER so that I could buy like ultimate awesome presents, you know?

I already know what I'm getting Ben; it's something he asked for. Getting my cats a deluxe cat tower with hammock.

My friends are getting things that I haven't picked out yet. My mother is getting what she always gets, along with something that she really wants but it's kind of pricey and she doesn't like spending money on herself. I have this great plan of taking all of my spare change to a Coinstar machine and getting an Amazon gift certificate from it, because my mother took in two bags of spare change the other day and got an Amazonie for $76.05. Pretty hot. Coinstar machines are dumb unless you get the gift certificates, because then they don't take any percentage out. Happy thought indeed!

I really want to eat at Chili's. Gawwwwd. That or Chinese. I've wanted Chinese for months. I always want Chili's. Oh someone help me.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

My evening with an undisclosed politician

About two weeks ago, I ran into a locally-well-known politician while I was making my rounds. Our eyes met and his smile exuded warmth; we pressed hands and the contrast between my small, soft hand and his rough, work-hardened hand set the pace of how our relationship would be.

We made small chat, but that soon turned to things more intimate. I revealed that I had campaigned heartily for him, and his body tensed. Basically, he said that he wanted to thank me by taking me out sometime. He said that I seemed like a fine young (Republican) lady and he wanted to get to know me a little better, as a young voter demographic. I accepted. I gave him my number and he said that he would get back to me. I never expected to hear from him again.

Four days ago, he called me and said that he wanted to see me.

"Are you busy on Friday night?" he asked me. I was a little bit surprised; he sounded like a young man about to ask a girl out to prom.
"I'm fairly sure I can pencil you in," I bantered back. I could almost hear his relief. He told me that he would pick me up at 6 and we would go to eat somewhere. Who knows where that would lead.

Was I nervous? Of course I was. This was a man that I looked up to..not only was he my hero, but hell, I dreamed about him. I decided to be brave about this, because I mean, he is the one that asked me, right? I realized that he was probably more nervous about making a good impression. Maybe not. You never know.

I wore prep-casual that night. You know, my usual. I did pull out a khaki skirt, though. Not too mini, about a few inches above my knees. A ribbon for a belt. Pink and brown striped Hilfiger polo shirt. My GOP charm bracelet. Hair pulled up in a clip. I did wear heels, though they weren't stilettos. They were more..chunky-practical. Very classy, though.

I don't know what first impression I made on him, because I couldn't see his face when I got in his car. He did comment that I looked good, but his head was out the window. Smoking a cigarette. I was starting to feel like a prostitute. I closed my legs tight and smoothed out my skirt. "Where are we going, exactly?"
"Beacon Hotel." Ahh, the Beacon Hotel. I've heard of this joint. Let's hope this is just where we're eating and he's not planning on pulling a move. We drive in silence. I start to question my decision to accept this rendevouz.

We get there, and he surprises me by opening the car door so I can get out. This is when his manner towards me started to warm. I was at ease again. He was such a gentleman; holding open doors and even holding my seat out for me. I was very charmed. He ordered himself a glass of Pinot--I naturally declined and had some ginger ale instead. He ordered steak, "somewhere between medium rare and done," I ordered a chicken caesar salad with ranch dressing. We split breadsticks.

He started talking about the last election. He said that he didn't pour a lot of money into it because he knew that he would win anyway. He quickly interjected that it was because of people like me, however, that he ended up keeping his seat. He periodically would rest his hand on mine to accent certain words; he would let it linger and then retreat.

We stayed and talked for hours. We actually got kicked out of the Beacon Hotel, as they closed at 10 and we were staying past closing. We continued the discussion out in the car. I told him about myself, and he was delighted to know that I'm going to college in Butler. He asked me to intern for him. I said I would consider it.

We drove home, with an odd, mutual feeling. Maybe it was some sort of respect that we had earned for each other (his respect for me would be the respect that an elder feels for a child, while my respect would be the respect that one feels when you realize that something you worship is actually a living, human thing). We were silent until about five minutes from my house.

"You will intern for me, won't you? I'd really like you to."
"Yes."

He pulled into my driveway and we sat in silence. It was awkward, but a good awkward.

"Well, I don't really know what to say." So he kissed me. And I kissed him back. It was very good.

I got out of the car and he drove away. He called me twice this morning, but I didn't answer. He has a wife and children. I can't ruin a family, even if I have been declaring all along that I would if I could. I guess I really do have to find somebody my own age.

Friday, November 24, 2006

McCarthyism is a fetish of mine

I did a lot today; Black Friday shopping was not included on my list. I did, however, touch up my "Master Gift List." That's right--be prepared to get gifts!

I did a research paper the other day about Cold War propaganda. You know, Joseph McCarthy was a fine man.


Yes.

There is something about a man talking into a microphone that gets me going. I'm not sure what it is..if the man is being political, it just intensifies the feeling.

You have to admire a man who roots out Communism. Especially one who looks as good as Joe.


You think you're a man but you're only a boy.

They don't make men like that anymore. Sigh.

The closest would have to be Sean Hannity and Matt Drudge.



I wish Matt would propose to me. Double sigh!

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Thanksgiving Day

Well, I did better than last year. I mean, I'm not sitting here in absolute pain. Though, I did eat more pumpkin Twinkie dessert than I should have. But hey, what's Thanksgiving if not to binge on such things? Family togetherness? What?

Anyways, here's a list of things that I'm thankful for.


Paris Hilton


Pepsi man


Hilfiger polos


Girls Aloud


Gucci stilettos (Actually, I like MOST stilettos..Prada and Versace and J. Choos are also acceptable.)


Rick Santorum

Honorable mentions: Tanya Turner, Jack Abramoff, Sean Hannity..okay, I'm thankful for everything. EVERYTHING. Except, like, carpal tunnel syndrome and split nails.

Who's ready for Christmas?

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Thanksgiving

I saw my crush today. We made eye contact. Oh god. He was talking on his cell phone, as usual. He'll never love me. :(

I'm spending the entire night: baking! Yes, I am making pies and Twinkie desserts and all sorts of goodness. 3WS is playing awesome Xmas tunes and I'm just loving it. Speaking of which; starting on December 1st, I'm going to start posting my favorite Christmas songs for everyone to download. What an incentive, right?


I forget how to make thumbnails, so click here for the larger image.
I'm not sure why they made Kyle look like Hugh Grant..but I suppose it's a step in the right direction!

I leave you with this fabulous FW image. Go play the Footballers' Wive$ game. Well? Go on, then!

Happy Thanksgiving in advance. I'll be so off my tits, eating all that pie, who knows when I'll post again.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

As a brief add to tonight's post:



Poland

They'll be okay, won't they?

Bad Girls

As you all know, I love Footballers' Wive$. My favorite character is, of course, Tanya Turner, as played by Zoe Lucker. It turns out that she played a role (Tanya Turner) during a few episodes of another British show, Bad Girls.


Familiar?

This show is fantastic. It's not as good as FW, but I'd put it in second place. Yes, I love it.

It's about the inside of a women's prison. There is bullying. If I went to prison, I think I would be top dog. Yes.



I watched the entire four episodes (one disc) in a day, when I should have been working on my outline. DAMN. I finished it just in time, though, don't you worry.



No, there aren't sex scenes..yet. There is kissing. And there are hot guys in uniform syfosyhf8y82094723047rwfs. Oh DOM.

So now I'm downloading all of the seasons. I will never get anything done. :(

Sunday, November 19, 2006

The Santa Clause 3: I Love Martin Short

My brother has been whinging to go see a movie lately, so my mother finally gave in and took us to one. (I'm telling you, he's so spoiled from the summer--all those glorious free movie tickets from drinking Pepsi!) Ben wanted to see the James Bond movie, and my mother wanted to see Stranger Than Fiction. For some reason, they looked to me to decide what movie we would go see.



With a glint in my eye, I made my choice: The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause.

Ben actually went along with it pretty well. He immediately recognized my idea (go see the movie for :laffo: purposes), though he was unaware of my deep, underlying desire to see Martin Short on the big screen. Ohhh, Martin Short. Ever since The Three Amigos, I've had this fantasy..

Anyways, so we went. I was surprised that we weren't the only people in the theater. There were about 8 other families, and these two mentally challenged men who sat in the front row. Okay, I'm sorry..I laughed when I heard and saw them walk in. I'm mean, I know. I'm not laughing at them, I'm laughing at the fact that these two grown men bought tickets together to see The Santa Clause 3, and when they bought the tickets, one of the men actually asked what time the movie would end. Durrr.



Also, Ben had to leave the theater twice to piss. I HELD IT. I CONTROLLED MYSELF. He always rags on me when I have to piss before bed, but he just..TWICE.

Okay, the movie. It was bad. The ending pissed me off. Curing Jack Frost's insane evil with a "warm hug" from a little girl? What the fuck? During the entire movie, Jack Frost basically destroyed the North Pole; setting it on fire (!!), freezing up the machines, making things explode (!), and almost making Mrs. Santa divorce Mr. Santa. Seriously, he pitted her in-laws against Santa. He was damn evil. Then he froze some people, uh..took over the job as Santa, turned the North Pole into a resort..



And this was all cured by a little girl giving him a hug?! I really doubt it. Really. Really really really. Because why would a hug do the trick? He is really close to people throughout the movie--wouldn't their body heat also melt his "frozen heart"? No sense.

I guess I'm just bitter that once he was thawed, he looked old. When he was Jack Frost, he had this awesome spiked up hair, this great blue suit, and this amazing attitude problem. Then he was thawed..and his hair turned brown and flat. I was appalled. During the movie, it was just me fantasizing about marrying Jack Frost. Suddenly, it was me thinking, "What the Christ, he looks like a total minger." They made him look like a MINGER! DAMN. He kept asking different people throughout the movie to be his "elf." Heh. Oh Jack. Annnnything for y--what the christ, minger.

Then the movie had a second "touching" ending, with the Clauses showing off their baby, "Buddy." Buddy?! Yeah, The Santa Clause 4: Buddy Does Heroin. Buddy Drinks Faygo And Listens To ICP. Ughhhh.



Highlights of the movie:

o Jack Frost causing trouble--because evil guys are hot.
o Jack Frost singing during his little North Pole Broadway show.
o Jack Frost basically creaming his pants while Ann Margret sings the "Jack Frost nipping at your nose" line over and over at him.

The movie? 3/10.
Jack Frost? 10/10
Jack Frost after his meltdown? UGH 0/10

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Paris Hilton

People who trashtalk Paris Hilton suck.



You know, I don't understand the appeal of Tina Fey. She's not funny, she's not witty, she doesn't seem exceptionally intelligent. She is not really that pretty. She seems extremely pretentious. And why? Because she is apparently deemed fappable to nerds across the Internet!



I really like Paris Hilton. I don't know why. I hear people saying stuff about her, and I'm thinking, "Wait, you hate her because she put out a sex tape? That's not nearly as bad as acting like a pretentious fool, such as Tina Fey!"

I don't think that she is particularly unattractive--I actually think she's rather pretty. As for her album, well..I listen to it. A lot. Daily.



My only grievance was that little event where she promoted the "Vote or Die" scene, but wasn't even registered. My anger with that is the fact that she promoted the Democrats. Paris, NO. The whole "Vote or Die" thing is annoying, too. Yeah, because there are only those choices, right?! Damn Diddy or P. Diddy or Puff Daddy or whatever the fuck he's going by.

Right, anyways.

I like Paris Hilton. We all make mistakes. I'm sure that I will have a sex tape accidently get leaked onto the Internet someday, too. It's just the way life is.



I think I should try living like a socialite. A celebutante. Yes. Well, first I'll have to save up a couple million first. Sigh.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Zombies



Resident Evil: Apocalypse is one of my favorite movies. I have a girl!crush on both Jill Valentine AND Alice. It's awful.


I bet that you look good on the dancefloor.

I want to learn to fire a gun. Then when the zombies arrive, I'll be kicking ass left and right.


Of course, my gun would be pink.

There are some boys in the movie. Matt from RE1 is gone (well..he's there, but..uh..) and there are some evil CEO types. There are some hot mercenaries.


Nikolai, Carlos, Yuri

Nikolai has this hot Russian accent. So does Yuri, but I don't really get to know him before he uh, gets invited to dinner. If you know what I mean. (No, not that. Geez.)


PLEASE.

I think that I should probably end up with a guy in uniform. Or a guy who has a costume uniform. Or just a guy who knows how to shoot a gun and is willing to protect me from zombies, okay?!

Christmas lights.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Being Single & Me

I am a scrapbooker. Since I am a scrapbooker, I often look at other people's pages. People make pages about themselves and their significant others.

Scrapbooking is for married or taken people. It's like you're supposed to be more creative when you're having regular sex. This is upsetting!

I have been single for a long, long, long, long time. I don't usually care that much, but lately I've felt this..necessity to call someone my boyfriend. Fiance would be even better! Sigh.

I want to buy Christmas presents for a boyfriend. I want to make scrapbook pages about me and a special guy. I want to have a guy that I can snuggle up with.

Now it's depressing to be single. When you're older, it's like you're expected to be in a relationship--especially if you're female. I don't know, this may all be stemming from my traumatic feelings about Rick Santorum's defeat, or Jack Abramoff's prisontime. Ohhhh, Jack Abramoff. Such a dirty name, for a dirty boy.


Mmm, you are dirty. Slam that car door, you manly man.

I think my problem is that my connections are gone. They've all moved out of county to go to college elsewhere. I'm the only one left. It's hard being me!

On the bright side, Saturday is Scrapbook Superstation's Holiday Open House. I can't wait! Refreshments, Make-n-Takes, Discounts, Music, Prizes..it's going to be so good! And there will be no men there, so I won't even have to have it rubbed in my face that I'm desperately single.


I agree.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

My beloved Jack is locked up!

Jack Abramoff went to prison today. He is going to be there for seventy months. Why? Because he's a damn good Republican in a country that's full of Democrats, that's why! He did nothing wrong, damnit! This isn't a free country if you can't exploit some minorities for your own profit!


Oh god, he's wearing a baseball cap. That's hot.

He's in Maryland. That's the state below mine! If I go down to Maryland, I can pay off the guards and have some "alone time" with him. Wink. Since he'll be there for seventy months, he'll be so desperate, he won't say no!


What was that?

Yep..I'll just wire him and he'll charter a plane for me. I can be his mistress! Ooh la la. I really hope they don't work him hard. They say that he'll be working in food service. Whatever..if he's not corrupting, he's not really working, is he? :( Poor baby!


Just set the date, baby.

Perhaps I will follow in his footsteps and be a corrupt lobbyist. I don't know, though..I have big shoes to fill! I mean, he had a private jet for God's sakes! I don't even know how to drive. Sigh! Jack, teach me your ways! I'm begging you!


Jack, you are the epitome of a perfect male. Corrupt, Republican, a little bit overweight, and you have that baseball cap!

Tonight will be his first night in prison. Oh god, please don't let him get raped by Hillary Rodham Clinton. Please. She'll just walk in and anally rape him. I can't handle this. I have to break him out.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Hot and Not

Robbie Williams was voted "Sexiest Man Alive" or something to that effect. This was like, two years ago, but people are still gushing about this award. Yes, an award given out by a magazine really matters!

I do not think that he is the sexiest man alive. I do not even find him sexy.


IF YOU SAY SO, BUD.

He looks like the male, human version of my neighbor's little dog. I also say that about Jeff Goldblum. Oh, I'm so sorry, Robbie.

These are the real attractive men:


Prince Harry

+ Went to military school and is now an officer
+ British accent
- Dressed up as a Nazi for a Halloween party like a pompous asshole

Come on, who doesn't want to be a princess?



Colin Firth (as Mr. Darcy in Pride & Prejudice)

+ British accent
+ HOT PERIOD CLOTHING
+ Cold, brooding manner
+ Able to ride a horse very well

Okay, so I like Mr. Darcy more than I like Colin Firth. But the thing is, I like this Mr. Darcy more than I like the new Mr. Darcy:


Though, I will admit..the new Mr. Darcy does look sexy when drenched.



Desmond Harrington

+ Guh. SHifhsofshoirowerowu0429w0r wen0-284y2tw0yt 30453. He was so damn evil in Ghost Ship that it's sexy.



Matt Drudge (left, Sean Hannity on right)

+ AMAZING dresser. Seriously. I can drool over the clothing alone.
+ He claims to be a Liberta, but we know where his true feelings are..(Republican)
+ He is apparently bff with Sean Hannity
+ He has been seen holding an umbrella over Ann Coulter's head..I LOVE MEN WITH MANNERS. LOVE.



Sean Hannity

+ Hilarious
+ Very conservative Republican
+ Wears polos
+ Talks on the radio
+ Oh sweet Christ

If I can't have Sean, I think that he should marry Ann Coulter and have, like, ultra!Republican babies with her. I am convinced that their children would grow up to be really really fantastic and there would possibly be a PRESIDENT. I wish Ann Coulter would run for President.



Rick Santorum (LEFT. Ignore Trent Lott on the right. Sorry, Trent, another day and another time and another place)

+ Hot
+ Hot
+ Hot
+ Grew up in my town
+ Uberconservative
+ Did I mention how hot Rick Santorum is?

Now that Rick is out of office, his job can be: DATING ME.


Who needs an overcoat? I'm burning with love.

Jack Abramoff

I do not need to say anything. His sex appeal rose considerably after his scandal. Scandalous men catch my attention. Jack, if you read this, please call me.

Closer up:

Please, Jack. Please.

Monday, November 13, 2006

I heart this time of year

I really want it to snow. Christmas music resonates through my house, the Home Sweet Home Yankee Candle is perpetually lit, and I'm making my master gift lists.

The coming of Christmas means a few things to me. If I had to list my Christmas love!priorities, they would probably be in this order: baking goodies, listening to festive music, playing in the snow, giving, and getting. When I was about thirteen, my mother told me that one day, I wouldn't care as much about getting presents. I naturally scoffed at this idea! The next year, even, I wasn't caring as much as I was the year before. Now, getting gifts is fun, but making wishlists isn't what it used to be.

I can't wait to give. I can't wait to bake. I can't wait.

Beyond the holidays, Christmas equals Christmas break. This signals the end of my college semester, which I have been looking forward to ever since about the third week in. I'm majoring in general studies at the moment (will switch my major after I get these required courses out of the way), and I am so bored with this stuff.

Here's what I'm not looking forward to:

o Loads more traffic (and I live across from Sam's Club for Christ's sake)
o Getting run over with a shopping cart while at the store because for some reason everyone thinks that Christmas = the time of goodwill towards all mankind = getting that Tickle Me Elmo TMX faster than anyone else. Don't forget the fact that the stores will also run out of fruitcakes if you don't hurry! Run! Get them!
o You know, speaking of fruitcakes..I have a story. Last year, we bought a three-pack of fruitcakes at Sam's Club, because I had never tried them before and I wanted to. (I don't know why; it was a moment of schoolgirl stupidity.) I took one little slice from one fruitcake and we still have two fruitcakes sitting in the pantry. Fruitcakes are not good.

This year will be extra special, since I'm making my Christmas cards. Last year, I sent out about 100 store-bought cards..not this year. Since I'm a scrapbooker now, I'm going to make really pretty cards with brads and ribbons and Sizzlit snowmen and I am going to send out like 20 of these. I might even emboss them! Yes, they are going to be beautiful.

Beautiful.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

K 4 TT

I watch a show called Footballers' Wive$. It's a British soap opera--actually, off the air now. They left us with a huge cliffhanger at the end of season five and it just KILLS ME, but I digress.

The show is about a group of footballers (soccer players, for you Americans) and their wives. Mostly about the wives, obviously. Naturally, there is sex, scandal, and some pretty hot music.

Throughout the series, there is one wife who remains. She leaves for a few episodes during season four, but returns for the later episodes of season five. She is the most conniving, manipulative, devious woman in the world. I am going to be just like her one day, mark my words.

I have a tiny girl-crush on her. Her name? Tanya Turner.



Tell me she's not brilliant.

Reasons why I love Tanya Turner:

o She doesn't want a baby because it'll get sick all down her Dolce.
o She has ridiculously long nails.
o She greets her best friend (Chardonnay Lane-Pascoe) with a hug and a kiss.
o Everyone near to her is referred to as "darling."
o She got away with near-murder.
o She always gets her way. Always.
o When she left during season four, and Conrad said, "See you in Hell," Tanya smirked and said, "You wish."
o She only wears high heels, and she apparently hasn't broken her neck yet.
o When she lied in court about Frank Laslett trying to rape her, she showed remorse afterwards, talking about how she lied in front of "the Almighty" and she's "supposed to be a Catholic for Christ's sakes."
o When Jackie Pascoe had Jason Turner (Tanya's husband)'s baby, Tanya confronted Jackie and said that if she went around Jason again, it would take "more than Botox to sort her face out."
o When Tanya does cocaine, she scoops it up with her fingernails. She also refers to it as "Colombian Marching Powder."
o When Tanya goes shopping with a friend, she links arms with her.
o She has a really awesome collection of sunglasses and stilettos.

I love Tanya Turner. ♥

Saturday, November 11, 2006

I'm pseudo-new

I had a blog when I was twelve. That was a complete one-person dramabomb.
Then I had a Livejournal until I was eighteen. I loved it, but had way too many communities and friends to look after.
Now I am going back to blogger because I love writing, and I am pretentious enough to think that someone wants to read what I have to say.

I'm eighteen, a girl, and live in Pennsylvania. It is the best state in the world. We have amazing history and fabulous food. The only bad thing is that we lost Rick Santorum in the latest election.

I'm very Republican. I write a right-wing column for my college's newspaper. The issues I feel most strongly about are healthcare and illegal immigration.

My favorite color is pink, I love scrapbooking, and I play Animal Crossing at least once a day. I only wear polo shirts--preferredly Hilfiger. I love cats. I don't like most dogs. I have been called "cat-like," whatever that means. I'm taking it as a compliment.

I am in love but it is pointless. I also have a thing for married men. That won't be a problem, will it?

My favorite music: Girls Aloud, Goldfrapp, Ladytron, Paris Hilton, Dannii Minogue, McFly, Keane, Delta Goodrem, Jentina, Lady Sovereign, among others.

I have extreme jealousy issues. I love politics and history. I don't like dirt or dust or mud or bad smells or mold. Sometimes I like to clean.

I'd die for my friends. ♥

I'll post again with something more meaningful.