I am writing this because it was this or a paper on Alias. Yes, I've been trying to write a paper on Alias for years, and now that I've finally found an excuse to, I'm totally procrasting on it. I think I'm mainly going to talk about Sloane's sunglasses. But other than "they're round, yellow, and cause instant death to any who see them," I don't have much.

Also, I have rehearsal in about half an hour. My motivation to actually go wanes by the minute.

Yesterday, my mother sent me an eyepatch. Not sure why. But I'm sure it made sense to her at the time. It came with a Yoda pez, which revealed the shocking truth that my roommate has seen neither Star Wars, nor The Princess Bride. These things must be rectified. The first opportunity I get, I am forcing her to sit through TPB, because it is the best thing since sliced bread.

My other roommate left the apartment for the first time today right now - she spent the entire day sleeping. My theory that she is a vampire? It has yet to be disproven.

I'm doing a scene from Much Ado for acting class. It's due on Thurs. I'm meeting with my scene partner for the first time tomorrow afternoon. Should be a party. In a box.

I'm really hungry, and I have twenty minutes and nothing to drink but water, because I'm lazy and haven't been to the grocery store in a while. Ah well...

And that, in a nutshell, is my life. Oh, and it was 80 yesterday and 70 today. Rumor has it that it was -18 back home. :P


PS. amazing Bones last week, and this week's looks mighty amusing! Good times. Plus, new Lost. Juliet-style. ;)