Tuesday, Rainy Tuesday

So I’ve been watching this show called Quarterlife. It was a show that started on MySpace and NBC picked it up. So they air one show and then it doesn’t come on again. Luckily, Bravo ran a marathon of the 7 episodes one Sunday morning and I happened to find it and I recorded them. LOVE THIS SHOW. And I’m totally bummed cause I think that’s all it’s going to be. There’s a site and stuff so maybe they’ll have more episodes. But the main girl on it does video blogs. I really feel like I’d be faster on my blogging if I could video stuff. I’m just so lazy. I just type all day and don’t want to when I come home. I’m so lame.

So what’s the latest? Um, just completed weekend one of three in a row in Houston. Madness right? But this past weekend was awesome. Went to Kaelen’s bday party, then the Rodeo on Saturday, then 3rd row from the court at the Rockets. AMAZING. Check out my MySpace for pics. If you aren’t my friend on MySpace, shame on your for one, and for two, I can send you the Winkflash link if you’d like. But it was all so much freaking fun. And I’m still tired. Forgot to set the alarm last night and luckily just woke up around 615.

I’m sitting in class right now. Won’t lie, I was really hoping we’d get rained out. I’m clearly not that lucky.

What else? Not sure… I think maybe I should take questions or requests. But then it’s really only interesting for that one of you that was nice enough to humor me.
I really want to buy a Mac. Like seriously bad. I wish it cost the same as that tax rebate stimulus thing. Then I could totally justify it. They say though that the Apple store is like the #1 place to meet a guy. Maybe I should just start hanging out. But see that’s weird to me. I mean I get the Starbucks thing. Cause you can justify why you’re sitting in a Starbucks every day. But the Apple store? After like two days wouldn’t they just call the cops cause I’m a lurker? This is something that’s really been bothering me. And I really don’t know why it bothers me so much.

You know as much as I like that the professor for the class I’m in loves me, it also stinks cause I’m always paranoid he’s going to call on me and I’m probably not paying attention. It’s a little unnerving.

So I really think I need to clean out my closet. And the sad part? I have an entire couch of clothes that I’ve already weeded out but I still feel like I should do more. I’m either a massive shopaholic, or a pack rat. Or maybe a combo of the two. And I’m just talking clothes. Saying you have too many shoes is just blasphemy so please don’t speak ill of the Steve Maddens. K?

Oh, and since I brought up the word Madden… Can Paris Hilton go away? I mean ok, if you want to believe that Nicole Richie has cleaned up her act and is all maternal then fine. That’s an argument for another blog. But clearly Paris just wants to be here. I mean they were BFF, then they weren’t, then they fake made up for TV, and now Paris is dating Nicole’s boyfriend’s TWIN. Are you freaking kidding me? Here’s the thing. Paris is such a flake, that I just can’t believe anyone is someone she’d be serious about. But I swear if she ends up pregnant, then it will be official. Babies are the new Manolo’s. That’s all I’m saying.

Ok, I really probably should pay attention. I can feel the questions coming. Oh, and I’m really trying to focus on my stomach that may or may not want to growl. I’m chomping this Wrigley’s like it’s going to help.