Almost done...

Oye, it's 5:22, so what better to do than update xanga? I felt like pulling an all nighter and ending it with a lovely viewing of a sunrise, but I don't see one yet. Where did the sun go? Sun of a... Get it!? I said, "sun of a" which sounds the same as, "son of a", a phrase usually ending in words such as "gun", "hamstring", "monkey", or "pumpkin". And some other word that I can't seem to remember. Yet sun and son are different words, thus I effectively made a pun! LOL!!!

Ever had a moment of clarity in your life? When some long pondered question was suddently answered one way or another? I recently had one. A long time ago I watched a show about the history of torture throughout time, and I couldn't help but wonder how people could do such cruel and terrible things to others. What kind of person would deserve that?

I tuned in to the television one day to see Rihanna's "Unfaithful" on. Ah, my question had been answered. And, because life enjoys ironic twists, she just so happens to sing about not wanting to kill a guy a little inside each time, while everyone else dies a little inside everytime they have to listen to her. Bitch. Ah, the word I was forgetting earlier.

Yay, I think I see a little bit of light! Que sorpresa! Anyways, I must get back to work on my world conquering device.

Holy crap, why do I still have this thing? Gosh I should totally get a super cool myspace now, since it's so much cooler cause you can...wait a second all these websites are equally gay!
I would start talking about something incredibly interesting, like things I hate, but the fact that xanga is now dead coupled with the me not being so sure people want to read an entry about MTV or math class or Alex Wang makes me go against that decision.

That said, I leave you with no other than a pony.

Enjoy.

Valentine's day, last year I wrote this thoughtful entry about how people shouldn't feel so bad on it.

This year, I laugh at how people let a day get to them so much.

I'm pretty bored right now, and there's not much to do at 5:58 AM, other than talking to Tom Speaker about how Richard Meaker should become a porn star.

I guess the whole not updating thing can end now. That was quite a mopey entry, so about half of it was gay, and the other half was decent. Hence the whole "what a gay entry!". Then I thought about closing it off with a smiley face, and those are always nice. But as I said, I'm bored. I do not, however, have anything significant of which to speak of.

There should be a movie called When Speaker Met Meaker. It could be about...well, I'm not sure. What should it be about? Whoever supplies the best plot gets a prize! (Keep it under 20 pages, Melinda)

And now, only because my mind is dry, in my infinite originality:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.