Shmehhh?

Gah. I was sitting in front of my computer yesterday with an open blogger template in front of me and I literally could not think of what to write. Damn blogger's block.

I just finished watching like, 3 hours of TV, if not more. First, Lost, which infuriated me because I love the show so much, but I have this horrifying feeling that they are going to jerk me around for the next 26 or however many episodes and not answer any questions. Who are The Others?! What do they want?! Where did they get coffee and bread?! Why are there so many damn commercials?! Augh!
I actually saw some pictures a while ago of some kids vacationing in Hawaii who stumbled upon Lost's unguarded set, and took pictures eating the Dharma Initiative's food and posing outside the tents and stuff. So cool, but I can't seem to find them anymore.
After that, I watched episodes of Project Runway that I DVR'ed. It turns out that Uli, Jeffrey, Laura and Michael are all going to fashion week. It baffled me why they took such a long hiatus but it turns out that it was for the remaining designers to create their 12 designs for fashion week and also to present them during. I'm so excited to see who wins! The winning designer's line will actually be available at Macy's, and ever since they bought out Foleys, we have one here. So that's pretty sweet. The last episode is going to be so awesome. 7 out of like, 12 of Uli's models got too drunk the night before and might not make it, and Laura accuses Jeffrey of not making all of his dresses, alleging that he used outside help to make them. I hate that I have to wait a week for this!
I was recording two things at once (Lost and Project Runway) and so I missed America's Next Top Model. Damnit. I just love seeing Tyra swing her weave around and bug her eyes out -- I literally could watch an hour of Tyra being Tyra. Actually, I suppose that would be the Tyra Banks Show, a show in which I have little to no interest. There was a clip from Tyra on The Soup and her attention grabber was, "Today, a girl is going to actually lose her virginity ON THIS SHOW." It one of those "uh guh?!" moments where you're like, "shoot. When is Oprah on? I'd rather cry about abandoned children than watch Tyra talk about sex."

Uhhhh.... uhhhh.... See?! This would be the block talking. I'm going out tomorrow (big surprise) and so maybe I'll have pictures to post. I haven't posted pictures in a while because I haven't had batteries in my camera, and all the pictures I do take are of me trying to look hot while having like 17 double chins or a straw up my nose. I got this idea of making an entire photo album in b&w on Facebook, but out of the like, 50 pictures that I took the other night, I only got about 3 god ones. Damn you, 4-for-1's! Never again. Or tomorrow, either or.
I think I'm going to stay in on Friday after working because we have our homecoming game on Saturday, and I plan to start boozing at about 1pm. Here's hoping I make it though the football witching hour from 6-9. (That's the time when your body is pissed at you and you have to either nap or party.)
Let's root for party.

This would probably be the time when I write about the latest celebrity gossip, because I seem to have an unhealthy affinity for it, but it seems like it's the same-ol-same-ol lately. I think that's because I literally drown my brain in gossip websites and E! television. I've got to get a hobby. I actually started reading A Million Little Pieces by James Frey, and it's decent so far despite his insistance on capitalizing some proper nouns and not others. "They took me to The Unit where I ate Oatmeal and went to the bathroom. I then dreamed about Coke and Glue...." etc... I dunno. Some writers' styles are really easy to grasp, and some aren't. The best is when I finish a book and I start writing or speaking like them.

This semester is flying by! I register for next semester in like, 22 days. Damn. It's so weird thinking about how I'm going to be attending my friends' graduation parties and I won't be graduating. Oh well. I don't feel like an adult anyways.

So tired... au revoir.