It's not a delusion!

I love JZ. A lot. And I'm sticking my tongue out at ita. A lot .

Also, the word "nose" is beginning to lose all meaning, and is now just making me giggle. But poor, poor Emmett. Hugs and drugs for him. Because it really does suck.

P.S. I'll whitefont this because it is all about me. The fact that I'm being forced to make a bust of myself for my ceramics class is forcing me to look very, very closely at all my facial flaws. The nose one pisses me off. As does my chin scar, from when my father dropped me. It makes me look like I have a double chin from certain angles. Which sucks. I also have a tiny scar on my eyelid from my cat, but that one doesn't particularly bother me. And I have two chicken pox scars on my nose (which are my fault, since I was told not to scratch, but I did it anyway), but they don't really bother me, either. So, basically, the only things about my face that truly bother me are the scars that are there because other people screwed up. Which is the only reason I've ever even considered plastic surgery-- to repair those. But I probably won't ever do it, since I'm both kind of cheap, and kind of afraid of surgery.

Not related to Poor Emmett, but as a west coaster who is up late, I have an urge to break the thread while everyone else is asleep.

Hey Alibelle!

Hi, Kat! I haven't talked to you in a while. What have you been up to?

Nada mas (imagine the accent).

I did go to a Lego store. It scared me.

howabout you?

We are going to try to stop up the entrance hole with the foamy insulation in a can stuff.

Steel wool works like a charm.

Yo fue a un baile que se llama "Salsa Under the Stars," a cerca de Tommy Trojan.

I have no idea if I said that right. It's been a long time since my last Spanish class.

Aw, dancing under the statue!

Hey, what are they filming on or near campus this week? I saw a whole bunch of people out by the food.

Alibelle, come back! I can't break the thread alone.

Not for lack of trying though.