I'm going to The Lord of the Dance tonight. Yes, the Lord of the Dance. There's nothing like seeing hot men jump around the stage. Actually, they probably won't be so hot, but they'll still jump around the stage.

My life is really quite boring. I can never think of anything to write about. And I'm just now realizing that I'm always at work when I update. I guess that's because I don't have internet at the Kappa house and I hate work so I'll do anything to take my mind off of it. Hmmm...interesting (not really).

Last night I should have been finishing my French takehome final (who gives a takehome final?) that took me seven hours to complete, and instead I turned the tv on HBO. Good old HBO. They were showing the movie Mystic River which I had wanted to see for a while. So I ended up watching that. All night. Pretty good movie, but kind of depressing. And then I took my earring out and had a problem putting it back in. I couldn't find the hole, and I tried for an hour before I went to bed. What a productive night. Then today I watched three hours of tv, which included an entire hour of Maury. It was one of the paternity test episodes. High quality.

Four finals down, one to go (one which I probably won't study for until tomorrow night).

Finals are almost over! Well, by almost I mean that I have my last final next Friday. But hey, it's better than it was a week ago. Praise the lord.

A rundown of my night last night:
So last night it was one of my sorority sisters birthdays, and we went to the Hardrock Cafe to celebrate. The first fun event of the night was running into Nick and Jenna (another sorority sister and a very good friend) on a date while I was on my way to dinner. That was nice. The night looked to be ruined, but while at Hardrock with a bunch of girls, this old man name Jay came over and started flirting with us all. He had on Versace glasses, a very expensive tuxedo, diamond cufflinks, and multiple rings that were also encrusted with diamonds. Marc would have approved. He told us that he worked with some incredibly famous band, and that he had large houses in both Las Vegas and Hawaii. He also had a driver. They both joined us for dinner. He then bought everyone multiple glasses of Scuby Snacks (even me, though I didn't have an id), and flirted with us the entire night. It was so funny. At the end of dinner, he told us he managed Aerosmith (and might even play in the band, he wasn't wuite clear), and his driver said that he produced many movies with such people as Tom Cruise. The entire night he was telling us about his good friend Garth Brooks. After dinner, everyone was going to Green Street, but I couldn't go because of the lack of id, but apparently he bought everyone there an unlimited amount of drinks.

With my night looking up, My friend Sarah and I went and saw Ocean's 12, which I very much enjoyed. All of this I did when I should have been studying if I was wise.

It was quite an interesting night to say the least.

So the breakdown is over and the paper is in.

I can now honestly say that I'm sick of typing, and that I stayed up later last night and the night before than I ever have before for homework. 15 pages, baby, and over thirty sources. That paper had better be good, that's all I have to say. I want to go to bed. Now...on to finals!

So I had a mental breakdown last night, which lasted until today. My roommate and I got in a huge fight, I had a paper due today and I have a paper due Friday (10 pages which I have yet to start writing) and to top it all off, the friends of that bastard named Nick proceeded to tell me all about the new girl that Nick is obsessed with. All of that mixed together to make me fall completely apart. And I'm still feeling completely stressed out about my paper.

Really my life isn't that horrible, I promise. I just had a really horrible night and felt like complaining to you guys. Life will be wonderful once finals are finished.

By the way, does anyone want to write a paper for me about the foundation legends of Rome?

Here's another story for you. So yesterday I was driving from the Kappa house to my house, and I made a stop downtown to take a picture I needed for one of my classes. I parked in front of ZCMI mall, got out, took the picture, got back in my car, and lucky for me it wouldn't start. I seriously tried to start it for half an hour before I resinged myself to finding another solution. I was stuck in the freezing cold, with no phone, money, gas or oil in the car. It was brilliant. Plus, I was next to ZCMI mall, which lucky for me is closed on Sundays. I walked over to Crossroads, spent fifteen minutes trying to find a payphone, and then called my dad to come pick me up. Well, it conveniently took him forty-five minutes to come five blocks. By this time, I was freaking out and very cold. To top it all off, when my dad tried the car, it started. Then I had to stay up all night writing a paper. Mmmm...don't you just love bad days? And bad weeks, now that I think of it.

At least I'm having a better day today.

Bridget Jones is wonderful and fantastic. I went and saw it last night with a bunch of friends to make myself feel better. It worked. It was a brilliant and funny movie. Not as good as the books, but very high quality. The books will always hold a special place in my heart as they are what got me through my car accident. It was a very good night.

I just want to say again that I hate boys. And that I'm bored and have nothing really interesting going on in my life. Besides the fact that someone I have known since I was four got married last night. That was a little odd.

Marc and I were discussing this last night, and he thought I should put it to you all to decide. So here goes...

Someone told me the other day that their first impression of me was that I am high maintenance. Marc agrees, and says its not just a first impression thing. I say Marc is high maintenance. How about you?

Marc also says that I remind him very forcefully of Renee Zellweger, although he couldn't exactly say why. What do you think?

And last but not least...
A while ago, Marc, Jillian and I were trying to decide what everyone was most likely to be or do. We never quite decided what it would be for me, and as of last night, we still didn't know. Let's see if you all can come up with something.

I have an interview in half an hour and I'm really nervous. Wish me luck!

Yesterday I went to Sunday dinner with my family and my grandfather. My father was talking about my uncle, who is a democrat and apparently did a lot of other bad things. He said something like, "He's a democrat, and he did all this other stuff...where did you go wrong with him?" to my grandfather. I then turned to my father and said, "Dad, did you know that I am a registered Democrat?" You should have seen the look of horror that appeared on his and my mother's face. It was so funny!