Happy April Fools Day! I have no clever joke to play on you, sorry.

I wouldn't mind the rain so much if it wasn't so frickin' cold outside. Wind SUCKS!

Now I have to get married one day, cause my right ring finger is going to fall off and I won't have any finger but my left ring finger to put rings on. Why is my finger falling off, you ask? Well, my friend, because Ed the blood screening guy hated me, so he poked my finger wrong or something and since he pricked it it's been all bruised and puffy. My left finger (the first one he poked) was just fine, but this one is trippin. So is Ellen; she demands that I go to the Health Center to get it checked out. It's all hard and stuff... really gross.

I'm stressing out right now cause I am slowly realizing how much school work I have, on top of the film festival work and all the missed class that the film festival entails. But I'm soooo excited for Crystal to be here... 8 days!!!

I don't know if any of you watch Gilmore Girls. I'm sure Keith and Ang do now, after their spring break exposure to it. Anyway (Ellen), I absolutely love Emily, the grandmother. She is da coolest. I want to be her. She's definitely the funniest person on the show..... I just dig cooky old ladies, I guess (hence sharon). Some people think Emily's mean, but she has feelings too.

Heysus Christe, I was gonna kill this Long Island chick (Olga, of all the names) in my Political Theory class today. Not only because she talks during the whole lecture, in her annoying, crass Long Island voice, but today she was chomping her gum. But not "chomp chomp" like a normal chomp, but a loud, annoying, salive-filled chomp. The kind you would expect nothing less from from a girl named Olga from Long Island. She would raise her hand, but our professor wouldn't see her and I just wanted to yell, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CALL ON HER SO SHE'LL STOP CHOMPING FOR JUST TWO SECONDS!!!!" She sat right behind me for the whole 75 minutes, just a chompin' away. It was pure hell. Worse than I've ever heard Zack chomp. *shudder*

Well, baby's pooped so I gotta go to bed. Oh wait, It's only 9. I guess I gotta do some homework first. Talk to you later, babies.

1:45 a.m.

P.S.-- On Ellen's Live Journal, she wrote "class fail class" on today's entry. I pointed the error out to Ms. "I don't care about typos-- you know what it means", who promptly ran to her site to fix it.

More importantly, I live with a Nazi. Erin (my suitemate [the freshman]) is a Cranium nazi. She came in to the room at like 11 p.m. and was like "Let's play Cranium!!" No complaints from me and Ellen, who didn't want to do our homework, so we played a little game with the s-mates. But we didn't run right away to play, so while she set it up, Erin kept saying "Are we playing?" "Are you guys ready yet?" "C'mon guys, are we gonna play?" Sounds innocent enough, but there was this slight tyrannical tone in her voice. Then we start playing and she shoots out things like "DIE!" when I got a Club Cranium right and solemn "I hate you"s when Ellen got something right AND when Randee got one wrong AND when we tied.... the girl loves her Cranium....

Man, I love rain over Manhattan. I'm definitely going to miss our view of the park next year. Oh well, I guess a view of the Brooklyn Bridge isn't too shabby...

Another wasted Saturday. Woke up at 10:30, thinking I'll get a good start on the day, but I just sat here and read about the war and other crazy things going on in this world. I fell asleep thinking of an idea for my next essay, "Creativity and Knowledge," and woke up at 5:30.

Oooo, I just saw Kathy Griffin on another reality-looking TV show. I'll have to ask Ellen about it later (we're both wearing headphones, mine for "Goodbye Love" and Ellen for TV-- what else do we do?).

I saw Nick (the god-like guy from Solar System) in Hayden's cafeteria today. I was just calmly eating in my pajamas, when I looked over and saw him all alone like 5 feet away. I started freaking out. I became very aware that I hadn't shaved in like a day and my arms were flailing and I just kept saying "Oh my God oh my God oh my God" in this Valley Girl (aka Ellen) kind of way. I had to turn in my chair so he wouldn't see my hideous face and finally I was like, "Ellen [who didn't know what Nick looked like], we have to go get a drink so I can tell you this before I explode." I mean he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, I didn't have a chance of maintaining a cool facade. He's hotter out of class than in, somehow. Tot would have died. Ellen wanted to say something to him, but I wouldn't let her. *Sigh*

So I have found yet another way to waste my time. This chick in San Francisco (don't even ask me how I found it) has the coolest weblog. She is so cool. I've read through her current page and I probably won't start any work until I've finished the archives. Ladies (and Rob), I highly suggest you check out her fashion articles. Good stuff.

After hearing all the weak, one-sided arguments here, last night's talk with J.F. about current events was a lot of fun. He's still always right, but I have more educated things to say now. Foreign relations/affairs aren't my forte; just wait till I take American Constitution next semester. He's dead meat. The student will not only surpass the master, but she will kick his butt.

Well, it's 7:30 and I have an appointment tomorrow at 2 (my job interview at Kaplan, home of the SAT and SAT II), so I better get started on some form of work.

Bye bye

P.S.-- before ya go, check out my Pond Scum flyers and tell me what you think about 'em or slogans of your own. I did the first one on Paint, but then realized Photoshop would be a lot better. Oh, and if you like tabloid-esque portrayals of events, check out Ellen's Live Journal. Juicy stuff.

P.P.S.-- Zack's offically a jerk and a pretty crappy friend (unless your name is Lexi). See said Live Journal for details.

I could just cry right now. I have had a crappy day and I just spent like 40 minutes on this new entry and on my last paragraph I suddenly got logged off and all of it was erased. I'm so mad... So this entry is going to be kinda half-effort, being the second time I've written all of this.

I think it's Ronnie's hormonal time of the month, cause yesterday I was depressed and today I have like 100 rants from this morning and now I feel like just curling up with some chocolate.... or biting someone's head off. Definitely hormonal today...

So today I got out of class early because my teacher was participating in the university walk-out. These protestors are just wasting their time. I guess it's not technically wasting their time cause they're observing their freedom of speech, but it's not like Bush is going to tune into New York's channel 4 and see all the kids protesting and be like "Wow, maybe those NYU kids have a point. Let's just call the whole thing off." I walked past the protest on my way to my next class and I just wanted to join them and start yelling "2-4-6-8! How do you know Bush is straight?!?" I bet if Bush was gay he wouldn't have as much support.... damn conservatives... Right.

Speaking of idiots-- I mean the protestors, not Bush (jerk)-- this delivery truck honked at me today but I had just finished crossing a street so I assumed that I didn't cross fast enough for the driver's liking. But I turned down this small street and the truck went down the street too, so it wasn't like I was in his way when I was crossing the street. So I'm walking down the street and the truck HOOOOOONK! HOOOOONKed again, so I look up at the truck, and there were these three idiots staring at me seductively (or least, I think it was supposed to be). I don't get guys who honk and "psst" at girls. (Don't even get me started on "psst"...) I don't understand guys. I know it's supposedly hard to get a girl's attention, but c'mon-- how are we supposed to respond to those pathetic and partially insulting attempts? Wow, check out that honk! Did that come with your car or did you install it with your strong hands, you big hunk of a man?

But it's not like girls are any better, I suppose. I walked past this girl who was flirting with a Stern kid. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation, until the girl blew a big, trying-to-be-seductive plume of smoke in his face, while looking at him seductively through the gray cloud-- oooo, sexy.

Where have all the cowboys gone? Despite my undying love for New York City, I just want to live on a ranch in the middle of Texas with my big, strong cowboy husband. I would help on the ranch and do my typical wife things like dishes, cooking, and laundry (I actually really love doing laundry, have since I was 7), and he would do his things on the ranch and come home all dirty and sweaty. We'd live a simple little life. I wouldn't even really care if he hit me or was dumb (two stereotypes Rob has about cowboys). We'd raise horses, like Karl Baker. It would be nice.

That's all. Hopefully there'll be a little bit o' Cranium playing tonight to boost my mood. Ellen and I have to maintain our position as Champions. We rocked Lexi and Zack's world...

Later, babies.

P.S.-- I forgot that I love Wednesdays in Spring. All I can say is: NYPD Trainee jogs by the East River. Delish.

P.P.S.-- Congratulations to Tot, who was my 1000th visitor.Woo!

Back to school, back to school. We're over the hump now, so I'm starting to look a little optimistic. 5 more Media Crit classes, B+ in Solar System, almost 2/3 done with Writing the Essay (Yet Again), but I'm not so sure about Political Theory. I get my midterm back on Thursday.

So Angela met this really great guy, the Irish guy from Village Idiot. They are so happy, it's sick. The guy is like perfect. From what I observed alone, he's cute, sweet, a gentleman, a bomb cook-- the list goes on. Then I find out that he's also head over heels for her, can't wait to see her again, wants to move to Colorado Springs when he graduates, has strong hands, good with cars, a cuddler... I wish I could dance a jig like her!

Anyway, nothing too exciting. New quotes on Angela's page and Jenni finally came online, so she's got a new one too.

Elle and I went to an internship forum tonight and ended up talking to this chick who works at ABC Daytime, home of The View AND All My Children, each one one of mine and Ellen's favorite shows. It would be so phat if we could get hooked up with that.... why do I keep saying phat? It's like "tho." Why am I being so ghetto? Haha, I guess it's my website rubbin' off on me.

Night kiddies.

Keith and Ang are gone, Ellen's coming in any moment now. What a great Spring Break. We (or at least, I) had such a great time. Oh, the stories... The room is almost back to its normal state, a BIG improvement from what it's been for the last 12 days.

Thanks to Angela, I can't stop listening to RENT songs. Just the sad ones, too; no happy ones like "La Vie Boheme" or "Tango: Maureen."

Back to Chinatown tomorrow with the kiddies. I miss the little ones after a while. I'm giving blood tomorrow. I'm SO excited! I seriously am. I love giving blood.... Wow, my life is pretty boring.

Still don't quite know what I'm doing with my life this summer. I think the lake house, but who knows. I have a ticket to Reno for the summer, but a summer with Kim and out of Fernley would be so amazing.

You know what makes me mad? You know Adrian Brody (not personally, jerk)? Anyway, I met him one time in The Wiz (an electronics store), when it was still there on Broadway, but he was only recognized cause he was in "Bullet," Lexi's gangster movie. Well, now he's sooo famous and I think he just won an award, but I didn't meet him when he was famous. Now I have to re-meet him. Speaking of meeting people-- A, K, and I were walking to Scratcher and guess who we ran into walking her dogs-- JEANEANE GARAFAOLO!! I might have slaughtered her name, but you didn't see her. It was weird, like we were just extras in a movie that she happened to be in. Of course Angela didn't see who it was, she was too busy saying something about someone being a "LESBIAN!!" While Jeaneane and I exchanged our polite "Excuse Mes" and laughed nervously as her dogs tried to awkwardly make their way around my gaping jaw, Angela was talking about a lesbian and missed the JG experience totally. It was pretty cool, really.

That's all for now, Ellen should be home soon so I gotta get some stuff done. Angela already has new quotes on her page, even though she's been in the state for like 12 hours.

If you catch me writing "tho," SHOOT ME!! I'm not kidding. Don't allow me to write that. I hate it with a passion.

Hey yo. Man, I've been busy for these last few days. Picked Angela up from the airport on Wednesday night. She met Isaac that night, they became really good friends.

Picked Keith up on Friday night, just chilled. On Saturday, we walked down to Chinatown and meant to walk all the way to the Staten Island Ferry, but we got distracted at the Seaport, where there was a huge St. Patrick's Day all over the mall. We stopped there and ended up just staying there. Live band, cheap food.... we were there! It was a lot of fun, I have a new respect for the seaport.Weird thing happened-- I missed a call on the subway from PC (Mr. Christensen) and he (pressed 2) and left a text message, which is just the number and "PLEASE CALL!" Weeeeeeird.

Sunday, we went to FAO Schwartz and just hung around Central Park for a while. On Monday, pre-Angela's birthday bash-- we went to the St. Patty's Parade, where we laughed at the Irish Gay and Lesbian Club. Not because we're bigots, but because they just kept chanting "2-4-6-8-- How do you know St. Patrick's straight?" Well, how do you know he's gay? You could be supporting a straight man, idiots. Then we came home, got cheesecake and (Angela) took a little nap. Then it was cheesecake from Bruno's and Staten Island ferry time. Something about that water makes me just want to jump from the boat into the churning water.... but then the idea of getting in the propeller thing under the water snaps me to cold reality..... Anyway, I enjoyed a delicious, 5 hour-old bagel courtesy of the onboard Liberty Cafe. After the beautiful views of the Statue of Liberty and the Financial District skyline, we were off to Times Square to try our luck at RENT tickets. Wham, bam-- Angela was like the third one called, Keith was the seventh. It was awesome. We hung around Times Square till 7:30, eating McD's and riding the elevator to the 45th floor of the Marriot (SOOOO scary-- the elevators are glass-walled and dangling by a frickin' string. It's terrifying). RENT was AWESOME. We were front row center and Angela stole Mimi's heroin from the edge of the stage as we left. It was great. After RENT, we went to the Village Idiot, but no one was there-- except a wee Irishman who caught mine and Angela's eye. Angela ended up chatting him up and we (read: Ang) hang out with him quite often, actually.

Tuesday, we just went to Central Park and the Met. I love the frickin' Met. The only problem was Keith kept getting in trouble. Everywhere we went, there was an old lady in a navy skirt yelling at that boy. Couldn't take our eyes off him for a second. If it wasn't his "Welcome Button," then he was putting his hands on the walls.... boys! We went home and ate some EZ Mac and (Angela) took a nap. Then we went to Scratcher, which of course was dead, since it was 10 o'clock. Irish boy came with us; he seems cool.

Well, I'm running out of steam now. I'll write about today and the rest of the week later.

Night babies!

New pics on Corki page-- Shadow, the new dog on the McCullar ranch and a Ferndale self-portrait