It was a frickin' hot day. I'm not even kidding.

And the air conditioning is way too much, except in Corbett hall where it is non-existent. So you're either freezing, or roasting.

Anyone ever heard of seventy-two degrees? Yeah...that's what we call room temperature. NOT sixty point five!!!

Okay, I'm done bitching. I promise.

Have you ever been just totally exhausted because recent events have had you shivering with excitement, and it was impossible to sleep, so the next day you feel like your eyeballs are going to inflate with cinnamon-apricot marmelade and explode with such force it throws you into the throes of unconscious oblivion? But then... you survive the morning! And then...about seven PM hits and your body is just diggin' for some energy and it finds this package of it and then it SPENDS IT! Because it thought you were going to pass out, but then it's so much energy you're bouncing off the walls and then you're waiting...just waiting...for the energy package to run out and for your eyeballs to explode and for you to pass out into that oh-so-desireable throe of unconscious oblivion.

Oops. I broke my promise.

But dude, I'm not bitching. Nevermind. I KEPT MY PROMISE!!! Cuz I like this little energy package. I must say that life seems so much more interesting when you have energy to be a nutso-case retardedness bag and you bounce around and make a total idiot of yourself--but you're so busy exerting energy you forget to give a rat's ass what everyone thinks.

I wish I felt like that all the time.

But then I can't imagine that I'd get anywhere in life if I was like that all the time. Oh well. Would it matter if I didn't care?

Hm...now there's something to think about!

I like hoops and diamond rings
And other materialistic, frivolous things
Cuz I'm a self-absorbed American
With a big fat belly and a great big grin
I love democracy and power and war
Cuz I always win, you stupid-ass whore!
Don't argue with me, I know everything!
Now give me my goddamned diamond ring!

I can't believe I just wrote that! WHOA...the power of free writing.

And I don't hate America...I just hate corporations.

Ten guesses on whether I'm liberal or conservative!

Wait, are there ten possible guesses?

**tries to think of ten possibilities**

Wayyyyyyy too conservative, Outrageously conservative, tremendously conservative, very conservative, slightly conservative, eensy weensy bitty conservative, moderate, eensy weensy bitty liberal, slightly liberal, very liberal, tremendously liberal, outrageously liberal, or perfect and as liberal as they get

And by perfect and as liberal as they get, I don't mean radical, which would be communism, which would not be good.

Just perfect liberal.

Uh, hint...hint?

I really hope that no one actually reads my blog. lol