And I’d rather spend it blogging than actually working on my paper due this coming Wednesday.  I have my priorities straight, obviously.

I just saw the girl who was in my weightlifiting class from summer 2006.  I still don’t know how she got someone to get her pregnant.  I guess alcohol is always a good social lubricant… man I’m an asshole.  I can’t help it though, she would always piss me off in class.  She would come over and ask me to take weight off a certain machine, and then she would never use it.  Hello, quit acting like you know what you’re doing and get back to your daily routine of explaining what your child did this morning to make you late to class.  I’m really interested, I promise.  What do you mean it looks like I’m not interested?  I always make this face when people are telling me boring stories, go on.

Is it OK to wear sweat pants with “juicy” on the ass still?  Is juicy even a good word to describe someones ass?  It makes me think of sweat, I do not want a girl with sweaty mud butt.  Even if she is wearing a manpon.

For some reason Amy Grant’s “Baby Baby” was stuck in my head when I woke up this morning.  I haven’t heard that song in like 4 years, does this mean I’m gay or something?  I’m actually tuning into the song on Myspace as I’m typing this.  Does THAT make me gay?  (Did you know she is married to Vince Gill?  Her page just told me that, weird.)

My art teacher knows my name now, so I get called on to answer questions.  Awesome.  Her best question so far?  “Why do we take art appreciation?”

“To be cultured.”

“Be nice.”

“No I’m serious on this one.”

A little culture couldn’t hurt some people at this school.  Might help with their decision the next time they’re thinking about singing “Fergalicious” at the karaoke bar.

Because that was my song choice you stupid ho.  Why you gotta waste my flava?