if I'm sitting here lonely with no one to hold me, at least I'll have my heath.

Oh my God, people are trés annoying.

I mentioned at sloppyfirsts that I wanted to make a soundtrack to post at fanmix about the Jessica/Marcus relationship, and that I wanted to use pictures of actors on the cover art. I mentioned Alexis Bledel and Evan Rachel Wood for Jess and for Marcus, I mentioned Jake Gyllenhaal and Jake Epstein. Well, okay, most of the people were like, "I could see them working" and blah blah, and others suggested not using pictures of any actors at all because it would "spoil" their image of the characters. Whatever. Then someone posted saying "OMGz NOOOOO u can't use any of those guys; they don't have red hair like Marcus!!!111" in so many words. Okay, yeah, I AM FULLY AWARE OF THAT. Geez, people, I AM NOT A FRIGGIN' CASTING AGENT. I am NOT going to proposition those people for the nonexistant MOVIE. I'm just going to use who I could picture in the role, okay? IT IS NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL. Breathe, and kindly STFU.

It's going to be eighty degrees today. Freaking EIGHTY. Dear weather: stop being so schitzoid. Love, Me.

My mom's going out of town for a workshop. Wah.

Oh, and 'cause I'm crazy: who, upon seeing the Paris Hilton phone list, actually CALLED someone? After hearing reports that Adam Levine from Maroon 5 had a hilarious voicemail message, I was awfully tempted, but I didn't call. Hee. Almost reminds me of what happened a few years ago when J. Timberlake's cell number allegedly got released (except that time I called, but the voicemail box was full. Le sob et le sniffle.). Except, you know, on a far worse scale. I now want a "Paris made me change my number" t-shirt from Glarkware. They are geniuses.

Subject line from spam in my inbox: Rampage: Section of a book about male sheep. Oh-kay.

California dreaming on such a winter's day.

I am at the library yet again. I should be going home, but I do. not. feel. like. it. Before I left my dad was all, "We need to get things done when you get back", and as he is working from home all this week, I know good and well that "we" means just me and that it means I'm going to be doing something I really don't want to. Fixing up my room is one thing, doing whatever else is another. I already did everything on Friday before the concert! [/whine]

I didn't know that American Idol was coming on today, tomorrow, AND Wednesday. But the whole explanation of the final 24 had me effing confused to begin with. Blargh. Anyway: go Anwar and Constantine! Yay! Yay?

More on the TV front: Dear ABC, STOP WITH THE HIATUSES WITH LOST. IT'S NOT CUTE ANYMORE. And you still totally suck for what happened with Life As We Know It. You are all rotten scumbags, and I say this even though I totally let you buy my soul. Bastages, all of you.

I spent half of my speech class today writing quotes from cleolinda's recaps on paper. Originally, I was writing them on the inside of my notebook, but I ran out of space. Yeah, I might be a little on the crazy side.

Also: screw you. Screw you sideways and on sandpaper.*

So okay, I have finally decided that I'm going to leave. Really. Seriously.

Oooh, wait! Lost-aholics! Last night I was listening to Extra and they mentioned something. ( What's this that I hear about... )

*--That message is not for anyone who can see this, but just for someone who kind of sucks. A lot. The end. (to which the audience says, "My Candice, you're quite... angry.")

I see you lookin' at what you see

Because I'm bored and stuff, and I need something to look forward to tomorrow.

List three people. I will pick which one to throw off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.

I'm such a trendwhore.

Gym tomorrow. Arrrrgh.

And if I catch bird flu, someone's going to get it.