brad pitt checks himself into a hospital for flu like symptoms.

must be nice not to have anything to do. Can’t Angelina cook some chicken noodle soup?

man, this just proves that the rich and famous aren’t any more intelligent than the idiots who go to the hospital here when the don’t need to.

seriously. Flu-like symptoms…

I can’t wait for the super bug that is definitely coming. It will wipe out all of these idiots, while the chosen few with excellent immune systems(because we don’t GET DRUGS EVERY TIME WE FEEL ILL!!!!!) will survive to create society anew.

and that society shall be known as Froydtopia.

the “critical” first day.

according to spokeswoman Peper Long “But we know that we have several more of those critical time periods to go.”

like the 8295th minute, which is crucial for when the panda has to survive a possible pollen molecule in the air, the 46th hour, when the panda has to live through the invasive techniques of the veterinarians, and the REST OF ITS NATURAL LIFE WITH PEOPLE STARING AT IT.

if I were a panda, I’d maul somebody. I’d be an awesome panda.

bloggers learn about bad things due to their blogging patterns.

it does make me wonder what I’ll do when I decide to apply for jobs in the real world…keep this blog? Close it down? Keep it going, while editing content?

or just decide to become a hobo leeching off of coffee house wifi networks in order to update the blog, thus avoiding both jobs and student loans…

that last one certainly has its merits.

I love ‘em. they’re especially nice when the cat decides to take a nap with you.

everyone should take an hour and a half nap every day.

it oughta be required.

just finished reading The Giver again.

that book constantly amazes me, both in the complexity of its ideas and the simplicity in which they were put forth in a children’s book.

I really think this book should be required reading for 6th graders. And perhaps for College Writing 2 students? Time will tell.

went to the dentist this morning, and got my teeth cleaned. now they’re all smooth and nice looking.

of course, I foolishly decided to wear jeans, and ripped open the gigantic scab that had been forming on my leg. Now it’s all gooey and nasty.