That being said, is this show over yet? I am such an impatient twelve year old inside, and I just want to run around and play. This whole responsibility thing just isn't my bag.
Anyway, I seem to have gotten myself involved with the LOST friending meme. F-list, I know several of you are equally addicted. Don't even try to front.
Speaking of LOST...
| You scored as Charlie. You're Charlie! Sweet, adorable and caring but with a bit of a bad habit.|
Who is your "Lost" alter ego?
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Oh! And flist, since I'm already addressing you directly... I am so completely surprised that so many of you actually read that emo-babbly crap. I cut it to save you and your corneas, but I thank you for fearlessly braving the dangerously consumptive turf. Your comments made me feel like I was basking in the summer sunlight while floating down a peaceful river in a gondola filled with puppies. ♥
In other news, my stomach seems to have morphed recently. I can't seem to get enough to eat. I am hungry all the time. I get cravings for the strangest things too. Earlier today I decided that the one thing I really needed in my life was a ginormous portion of either fried green tea ice cream or sweet corn. Um, what?! Before you ask, no... I am not pregnant. There is no possible way, barring immaculate conception. Now I realize that I do consider my constant cravings for creme brulee and/or sweet coconut curry and/or sushi to be normal, but still. Double yew tee eff, mate?
Oh, and because I don't gloat about this nearly enough, my weekend has started already! I have no classes on Friday, ever! HI, WEEKEND. I'm so happy I might just