Calcifer!

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. Not that you care. Spending five hours on the computer for work everyday makes me want to get off the computer when I'm done, even if "the computer" is my fabulously sexy laptop.

God. I got my first issue of Macworld the other day. I could spend so much money on the crap that's advertised in there. 'sbeautiful. <3333 Too bad I have to save money for college, blah blah blah. I'm still gonna buy me an iPod, though. Even if it is "trendy." [~my brother.]

So how about this morning I almost died? I woke up with this agonizing stomach pain, kind of like girl!cramps, but not. So I went outside and tried to eat breakfast [I like the sun in the morning], but that didn't work, 'cause then I started to feel chundery.

So I leave my still-full bowl of Cinnamon Crunchers [=cinnamon toast crunch, only w. Tony the Tiger on the box] on the backsteps and stumble inside, in an almost fainting way, and blindly collapse in my bed. Cue fetal position for a while, which doesn't do much for the agony.

Manage to grab cell phone & call Tom to report that I am incapacitated by stomach cramps from hell & can't work. Lie in bed, dying for a little while. Shout feebly for my sister to bring some droogs. Doesn't work. Call own house from cell. Does work. Nora brings me a glass of water, droogs, and an empty grocery bag.

Vomit cinnamon-flavoured barf into bag. & surprisingly feel a little better.

I can't imagine why anyone would want to read that. But it makes me feel better to write it.

Yest. I was waiting at the train station [looking like a movie star with my pretty much awesome sunglasses] & this rilly cute art student started talking to me. He was smoking, and had lots of product in his hair, and expensive jeans and cute shoes. It was pretty much tr00 love.

And he talked about how he staged a mock protest, that the Liberty Bell should be renamed the Homeland Security Bell, and how he wants to go to New York or LA or London for grad school. And I mostly nodded & smiled. And felt like a douchebag because he saw my MIT shirt and I had to admit that I have no idea what I want to study. And I pretended I was going to see Howl's Moving Castle for the first time so he wouldn't think I was a l0s4r. [And I definitely didn't tell him that I had read the book.] Even though, because he was an art student, he actually knew who Miyazaki is.

Mmyeah. So I pretty much love Howl's Moving Castle, because Howl is a pretty much hottie. In an effeminate sort of way not unlike that of Batman Begins's Scarecrow. It's not my fault I hrt teh girly boiz. Genetics.

And I've been listening to a lot of Rufus. <3 And I watched Forrest Gump the other day and really cried for the first time in a while.

And that's pretty much what's up. I promise I'll stop saying pretty much at some point.