Keri might be coming to visit me either tomorrow or Saturday. You better not bail on me hobo, because I'm already super duper excited. Some excited I just said "super duper". There is no higher level of excitement. Captain Morgan, along with myself, awaits your arrival.
So I really did start a diet today. How interesting for you all, I'm sure. I was looking at some random pictures last night when I found one from the summer before I started college, three years ago. I nearly had a heart attack. I've really "let myself go" these past few years, not that myself three years ago was much either. But good lord. I'm ashamed of myself and really hope that picture was the kick in the ass I needed to start eating better. My goal is to lose 25 pounds by the time I go to Ireland on Novemeber 19th. I just want to impress the homeland, that's basically all it comes down to. That and I'll have a better chance of having sex with an Irish guy.
My brother is going to join a frat. I knew this was going to happen. DAMN YOU OHIO. I was trying to presuade him out of it earlier and he goes "You don't know them, they're good guys." Don't you dare get all Jerry-Springer on my ass, bitch. Maybe THEY don't know ME. How now brown cow?
I have to go to the library tomorrow early tomorrow (as in noon) to sift through and find archives relative to my thesis paper. I could have done this today, but what did I do instead? Go home and watch tv. What did I watch? The Gilmore Girls. This addiction needs to stop already. It's preventing me from doing my homework and even coke never did that. But so help Luke if he doesn't accept Lorilei's marriage proposal. SO HELP YOU GOD.
I love this new band called Band of Horses. I hate real horses though. With a passion. Oh the irony, bitches.