"I'm stuck in the quicksands of stagnation."
-Me

Chris Martin in front of the piano is just about the hottest thing to watch.
Speaking of hot, he wears this long sleeved jacket that fits snugly at the neck. Although it looks great on him, I always think that he must get hot under it. I mean, under all those bright lights, and banging away at the piano, the last thing you'd want on you is some stuffy (yet cool) looking jacket. He should just take it off.

In fact, he should just take it ALL off.

Ok, so per request of miss missy, i'm going to blog.

i told her i had nothing to blog about, so i'm going to blog about my IM conversations. Here's one i had with Garrett

dr funk23: I watched some american idol last summer. it was ok, but I didn't really think that what they were competing on was interesting. (although easier to compete on). I'd much rather listen to a band with interesting music and mediocre vocalist.
lefroggy42: i think the show itself is kinda boring, but the kicking people off part......thats exciting
dr funk23: meh. they need attack dogs.
lefroggy42: or ninjas
lefroggy42: ninjas would be cool
dr funk23: ninjas are always cool.
dr funk23: as are surly penguins.
lefroggy42: yes!
dr funk23: did you hear that southwest airlines is going to put penguins on some flight or rather to promote that fact that they fly to SD (and thus seaworld)
lefroggy42: whoa
lefroggy42: crazy
lefroggy42: where'd you hear that??
dr funk23: I have a really funny image in my mind of penguins wandering up and down the aisle
lefroggy42: serving you drinks
lefroggy42: in their tuxedos
dr funk23: giving you dirty looks.
dr funk23: keeping you in line

hooray for penguins and ninjas!

on to the next topic:
i love the WB. Remember back when the WB wasn't the WB and it was just sucky channel five that sometimes played cool 80s movies on the weekends? Whoever took over and made the WB what it is today is amazing. I mean, putting a bunch of good looking teens and young adults on some tv shows is the greatest thing they've done. I want to be on the WB. Whenver I see that teaser commercial of all the characters on the WB shows smiling and looking i-wanna-jump-you hot, in that warehouse with that "who do you love" song in the background, i get sucked in. I mean, its all the good looking people looking good without all the drama from their shows. It's a nice 45 sec. or 1 min. or so of time where nothing else matters but good looking people in cool clothes under great lighting that makes them look even better than they already do. And you know what? It works dammit. I want to watch those shows more. Damn that WB. Damn those good looking people. Damn that Milo! Damn damn!

Sigh...."who do i love" they ask? I love the WB.

2 words: Milo V.

Humuhnuh humuhnuh........

90210
So, I watched the 90210 reunion tonight, sans David and Donna. I read one article that said they both had scheduling conflicts, and another that said donna was angry and didn't want to be there cause brenda was gonna be there. And yes, i realize they have real names, but whatever. It would've been nice to see them all there. Despite what many of you reading this may think, 90210 was a really good show. Especially during the Brenda years. More catfights and drama and whatnot. I think it started when I was in 4th grade. And back then, it was definitive of what high school life might be like. Boy, was i naive. Little did i realize back in 4th grade that 90210 was EXACTLY what highschool life would be! That is, minus all the sex, partying, drug abuse, pregnancy scares, trips to france, afterschool jobs, peach pits, summer beach houses, and of course, makeout sessions with cool hunky dylan. Ok, minus everything. But by the time they got to college, i got smarter. I was in highschool by then, and knew that college life was not going to be like 90210. Nope. Anyone could've told you that. College was going to be like Felicity, duh! What with the gay bosses and big comfy sweaters and chopping of the hair, magic spells that bring me back in time, and of course, Ben, love of my life Ben. Ok, so even though I never had a ben, my college career was simliar to Felicity in sooo many ways. First of all, i worked at a coffee shop. 2 to be exact. Although i didn't have a gay boss, i did sleep with the manager to get the job, so its close enough. Second of all, i chopped my hair off. And though it wasn't as short as her's, I did always wish i had curly hair. Third, i changed from a science to art major. Ok ok, so felicity was premed, and i started off as management science. But it has "science" in the title, and premed is also science. So there. AND! Media is part of the Visual ARTS department. Arts!!
I rest my case. I am soooo felicity. Sometimes, i think we're so alike that i wonder if people have trouble telling us apart.

Upon reading some legal jargon to see if i can enter a contest twice, i came across this rule that applies only to Canadians:

Canadian residents selected as winners will be required to successfully answer a time-limited, unaided, mathematical skill-based question prior to being awarded a prize, and failure to successfully answer the question will cause the prize to be forfeited and awarded to an alternate winner.

And let me say, this only applied to Canadian winners, not regular American winners. What, canadians are bad at math? They don't want canadians to win? Is this some sort of canadian prejudice? If i was canadian, i would be outraged! Outraged i say!!
Maybe there is a logical answer for this strange rule. If you're some sort of legal expert, please explain this to me. My canadian friends shouldn't have to subject to such outrage. Outrage i say!!


Ok, ok. So i don't really have any canadian friends. But i plan on visiting someday, and thats all that matters.

Whenever i watch Chris Martin sing, especially the song Yellow, like i did this morning, i get this
deep
urge
to
jump
him.
I don't know what it is, i really don't. But next week I will try to win tickets to see him in NY. There i will profess my love for him while he gyrates in front of his piano. And among the thousands of girls also screaming for him, he will, alas, not hear me. Which will then be my cue to move on to plan B: mentally flash him. Though...there will not be much to see...Except! for the stalker-esque message I will inscribe on my chest, bearing the words: I WANT YOU. And it is through this mental message that he will discover my love for him, and secretly profess his love for me also, through song (as to not make the other girls so jealous that they stampede me in a moment of rage). He will then proceed to sing Yellow as he's never sang before, this time through the power of love, as though no one else is around, except for me.
I HAVE to win those tickets now. Its all planned out. It'd be a shame to waste such a good plan.
And what happens after he sings to me you say? Well, I'm being spontaneous, I'm not going to plan out our love affair that follows.

I miss my roomies. They are an awesome trio of girls, all different in their own way. Sometimes I think we're like the spice girls, cause we're all so different, but we all work well together to create the whore house that is Apt. 15. In case you're wondering, i'm scary spice. Now that they're not around, there's no one to back me up on my acapella phrases. I absent mindedly did it once around a different group of people who had no idea what i was doing, and it was followed by silence. Whereas back in the old days, i would be backed up by usually kristin, then missy or cady. Together, we were the Apt 15 acapella group. Now, at home, gilmore girls is no longer the same, i don't have someone to go to for all the answers in the world, i have to IM someone thats miles away instead of IMing her 2 feet away in the same room, and theres no one trying to poison me. It's just not the same. I miss my girls.

Sometimes in the shower i just look down at my feet and think, damn my feet are big. If what they say about the size of one's hands is the same as what they say about feet, then yes, it inevitably means that i wear large shoes. Sometimes i wish i had cute little feet like some of the other girls i know, who can just slip on any shoe on display at the store, because they only put cute shoes in small sizes out. But usually, when i'm in the shower, staring down at my big feet (currently adorned by purple nail polish), I'll wish i had cute small feet for a couple minutes, but then be grateful that my big feet are keeping me up and balanced so I won't slip and fall in the slippery shower floor and hit my head on something sharp, thus resulting in a big bloody mess that would only be washed away by the water from the shower itself, leaving no traces of my injured head, bloody and cracked from the fall with my brain portruding out.

So really, having big feet is a good thing. And to all you small feeters out there, I'd suggest that you buy a non-slip mat for the shower.

le (big) sigh......

It's over. My soap consipiracy theory is over. And what did i learn from it? Don't be creating consipiracy theories out of things you know nothing about. Sigh....

And how many different versions of my names are out there? Let me count the ways...SH, size hue, wooha, soowah, su hahaha, suey, chop suey, hot wangs... etc, etc. Last night josh thought he was soooo clever by pulling out an old favorite: sue u ha(???) Well, that is a close relative of "su su su, i'm gonna sue you you you" from back in fifth grade. Was that jamie or maryam that made up that song? No matter...it exists, and thats all that matters. C'mon people!!! Where are your creative juices?? Huh?? You can do better than that!