classy quote of the day: "kissing on the mouth is a waste" - James O'Shea

seriously, who reads this. does anyone? prolly like 4 people. oh well.

i saw the santa clause 2 last night. all i have to say is that im glad i went with the people i did. i wouldnt have been able to handle it otherwise.

i bought the new dave matthews band dvd today, and in watching it chris and i stumbled on something very profound. all of you girls who read this, pay attention, and i think that all guys will agree with us. skirts are the best. there isnt much better that a girl can wear than a skirt. as hamel put it, "skirts win". im not sure why girls dont wear them more often. one of the best, if not the best, skirt outfits is the school girl. for my money it doesnt get better than pigtails the white blouse, plaid skirt and high stockings. sweet jesus.

ive had a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach since around 11 oclock this evening right up until this very moment. for anyone who has gotten kicked in the nuts, you know this feeling. a sort of aching just below your stomach. what the cause of this is unpleasant feeling, i do not know. thinking about it now, it is more likely a big combination of things. for example, i received my "you got in trouble" letter, stating that i have a judiciary discipline hearing this friday for when i got arrested. this means that on friday i will be able to know exactly how fucked i am. i think worrying about all of this is a big part of me feeling crappy. i cant wait to call my dad telling him i got suspended or kicked out of school. he'll give me a lecture about how disappointed he is etc. a second reason, though admittedly a smaller one, is that i got a phone bill in the mail which never makes me happy. a third reason is that we got spanked badly in our final volleyball game last night. fourth, ive been up for quite a long time, although im not sure if that is a cause or an effect. the fifth and sixth reasons are covered in the next two blog entries, a crappy movie and a bad snack. on a positive note, steph made me a delicious pork chop dinner with vegetables and mashed potato, and i found a song i really like: Mad World, by Gary Jules. also, i got the job with duracell pending my drug test and medical exam. so that is good. im still strangely ridiculously wide awake, but since i started writing the crappy stomach feeling has dulled a little. also good. after checking everyones away messages, ive come up with an unrelated revelation. whoever is responsible for that movie, small soldiers, should be slapped.

if you are drunk when you ask someone to marry you, does it still count? i only pose this question because i have a hard time even asking a girl out on a date unless ive had several beers, so i think, for me personally, i would have to be wasted to ask a girl to marry me. but ive found that people take you less seriously when you are drunk, and marriage proposal is something you would like taken seriously. i dont know. the reason any of this comes to mind at all is because i just finished watching a movie, High Fidelity, in which john cusack asks his girlfriend to marry him while drinking a beer. this movie by the way, was rather odd. and by odd i mean terrible.

my suitemate, chris hamel, offered me some kettle popcorn. it looked ok, so i didnt hesitate. i ate it. while i didnt say anything, i thought to myself "Salty, hmm, sweet, hmm, oh god!". i did not have any more. come to find out reshma is the one who brought that awful substance into our room. kinlin also tasted it and was quoted as saying, "that is not good popcorn. that is not right. it tastes like sugar." amazing. it is absolutely the worst popcorn i have ever tried. on a side note, either i am drinking more water than ever or my bladder has shrunk. i cant remember having to go to the bathroom this often before.

donnie darco just blew my mind