My Sunday morning wake-up music today is Juno.



This song honestly had some strange effect on me last night and I had to hold back tears. It is called Sea of Love by Cat Powers. It's like "Blue Eyes" from the Garden State soundtrack. Well Blue Eyes doesn't have that effect any more but before it make me feel mushy. I don't think I even know anyone with like blue eyes that I've noticed and been like "Bluhzawuwza wow!". Well maybe once but I've never been in love with anyone with blue eyes. But that is entirely beside the point.



The point is that the Juno soundtrack is the freakin' best eva!
I bought the soundtrack yesterday and the night before I watched the movie. Great movie. Srsly. Hahaha.

It's been an interesting week. The nice weather makes doing any kind of work impossible and it makes staying awake really hard. I took a two and half hour nap the other day which is the first nap I've taken all semester I think. Mind you it was induced by a rather killer super headache that put me out and was still there when I woke (covered in sweat since I feel asleep in jeans and shirt under a blanket in the oven that they say is a dorm).

Oh and I saw Paul dressed up as a pirate. My first reaction was to not look at him. I was like "Gah!! No!!!" but he actually makes a better looking pirate than a ninja. I have some pretty good photos of him in his gear. He showed up at the pirate club meeting as well. Speaking of which we have our next semester's captain. It is Amora. I guess it was a pretty clean sweep.
I'm running for first mate with two people. Paul was there when I half-arsedly nominated myself but he was like "Lo! Lo! Do it! Run! Make a speech!" in my ear the whole time. I'm like "Okay!" He wants me to be first mate because I'm a pirate that will talk with him about his grand pirates vs. ninjas plan and I'm kind of almost first mate now as it is. I seem to have that happen with clubs.

Hm...what else has been happening? Mostly fun stuff. Last night my rooming and I figured out that anything with fecal matter makes us explode and then we're stuck in the paralyized laughing fit break dance and I go through my seven varieties of laughing and she explodes worse. Guy is right there with her laughing.
We made a pretty horrible but great pun last night. We were watching the film Closer and Jude Law is telling Julia Roberts "You look flushed" and Guy is like "Flushed? He just called her face a toilet!" We had like a five minute laughing fit that went on because I randomly decided to use my chesticles as drums and then Sammy and Guy joined with me on their bellies.

Speaking of chesticles I have given up on bra shopping. Not even Victoria's Secret does anything for me. They always just like squash me in the center and leave me there not really doing anything. I'm starting to think I just have really weird boobs. I mean I can't get the whole seperate and lift thing going ever. I have no idea what the issue is. And I always get that freakin' cut thing, like instead of having two boobs they cut me in half and give me four and I just feel like "Moo?" This is with a D that it does it too and I know I'm not that big. Oh and underwire never lays flat either. God, fuckin' bras man.

Alrighty I'm done now. No more ranting about my misbehavin jubs.

I should go join the world at large now.
Peace y'all.
~Lo

P.S. I leave you with this.