I believe I shall add to Irony's manrant. Ahem. Why is it that that stupid beanpole from that Bend It Like Beckham movie is the same age as me and gets to make out with Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean while I have to sit through Bio? For the love of Rory Calhoun, it just isn't fair. And also, the gorgeous guy who was infront of me in the dining hall at lunch: Who are you? You know who you are. Who are you? Oh yeah, completely off the subject, it's sad when you order a book from Amazon and get it with two-day shipping and it's still cheaper than buying it at the school bookstore. That place takes your money and your heart.

PS If that previously mentioned blood relative does infact read this, I know you hate us mentioning anything about males as we are supposed to be eternally twelve, but this is for all those mom-taking-drugs references. Seriously. Scarring