"She turned him into a pez despenser"

No, I really don't have anything better to do than make posts in my LJ every day. I live on the internet now.

This weekend I actually have to get stuff done. I've got a shitload of homework and I decided that I'm going to get around to drawing something for that British kid. School really complicates my social life. Last summer it wasn't so bad 'cause class was only two days a week... Pfui. Class ends in early August, though, so I'll be free to paint the town red and all that. I told Layla I'd call her about a month ago and I still haven't made any effort to do so. I keep thinking to call Monica and ask if she's still alive, but I haven't made any effort to do that either. I keep saying I'll call people when I have time to do something with them, but I somehow manage to waste enough throughout the week such that everything piles up on the weekend and then I don't have time. Shit, mans. I apologize. Maybe one of these days I'll quit it.

I'm a complete cosmonaut today... I think I may have developed a tremor, but only during art class. Every time I'm in that room, I feel like I'm shaking. I really can't explain.

I read a column in the Weekly tonight about anal bleaching. I really don't care if people want to bleach their ass holes, I just want to know who would think up such a procedure. I mean, really-- anal bleaching? WTF? Go read "Date Girl" if you want more on the subject... I just thought it was nasty enough to need to be shared.