Sometimes, like now, I hate updating. I prefer to update only after I have received 5438960 comments on the last post, because it makes me feel cool and popular. Unfortunately, it seems that some of you didn't "get" the last post because you didn't know what pudendum means. People, that's just pathetic. There is no excuse.

I really don't have anything funny to say. I could quote my mom again though, because she's always funny. A few days ago my parents came to visit me and we were all in the car together and I said something or other and my mom says, "You are weird."
I was shocked. I said, "Why am I weird?!?"
She replied, "Probably because you were badly brought up."
BA-DA-BING.

Lately I have been noticing a trend in my life. Consumption is the only thing that makes me happy. So I eat like a sow and shop till I drop. The problem with this equation is that I have no money so I can't actually shop. I like the idea, though. I have myself convinced that it's okay because it makes me a good american and that because we are on a "high terror alert" the only way to respond is to shop more. I just want to buy underwear that says, "I put out, just not for you." I told the Liz about this plan and she said she will just make me a shirt that says that because that way someone will actually see it. As it stands, the only person that sees my underwear that isn't one of my split personalities is my landlord who seems to let himself into my apartment when I am at school on a near-daily basis. This provides me with hours and hours of musing and trying to figure out precisely what he is doing and where the puddles may be.

Thanks to Tracy for making me update. Keep talking about those things you talk about, girl.

Wow. I am sleepy and it is only midnight. Go figure. Thinking about English literature and underwear all day really takes a lot out of a girl. Sigh.