Running late.

Songs from M.I.A.'s album Kala, in order from my most favorite to least:

1. Come Around (features Timbaland)
2. Bird Flu
3. Boyz
4. $20
5. Bamboo Banger
6. Hussel
7. Jimmy
8. Down River
9. XR2
10. The Turn
11. Mango Pickle Down River (This song would be perfectly good if it wasn't for the singing chipmunks or whatever the hell is going on)
12. Paper Planes (Again, I like this song until the chorus kicks in. Then I just wish the machine guns would take me out, too)
SOMEONE TRY TO ARGUE WITH ME ABOUT THIS LIST.


Imaginary monologue:
"Maybe you can catch up to me, in the total number of people you've slept with, and then we can have meetings where we sit around and hate each other and ourselves, and our need for empty affairs, because the only purpose they serve is to act as an affirmation that we aren't utter monsters, or at least, that we can still hide our ugly selves from strangers, if only for one night."


Vegetable cream cheese is delicious on pretzels, chips, bagels (of course), and probably anything else you can think of. It also stays fresh for a lot longer than I expected...which makes me somewhat suspicious.


My cat has been uncharacteristically affectionate lately. Maybe she feels guilty for killing the birds, after all.


As much as everyone complains about sweating and the humidity, I swear I'm the only one that I ever see actually sweating.


I used a turntable during my radio shift for the first time last night! Some guy called in and requested "any Grateful Dead song" for his friend's bachelor party. Suddenly, I felt responsible for these guys' good time. I was always terrified of using one on-air, because I wasn't sure how to start a song exactly at the beginning. I tried it out beforehand and I thought I had it down...but when the time came to start up "Sugar Magnolia", my hands were shaking and I dropped the needle on the end of the 3rd track instead of the beginning of the 4th. Real smooth, right? I just told myself that it was sort of like an intro.


Plans for this weekend: party, meet Michael, watch the game on TV, party, see some local bands, sleep at one point or another, tell Michael goodbye, suddenly remember all of my homework, continue to put off homework until the last minute.

5 Minutes To Spill

-Florida's Natural Fruit Juice Nuggets are delicious, but couldn't they at least try to make them look more appetizing? I feel like I'm eating some sort of pet food.

-I think I'm wearing a hole through my laptop's trackpad.

-I get mad at my cat for killing birds, and then I remember that my dog used to kill cats, so I let it go.

-I keep drinking wine in the evenings, thinking it will put me in a better mood and motivate me to be more creative with my homework. I just end up weeping, going to bed, and not doing any homework. It's easy to blame the wine.

-My upstairs neighbors still have a bowl of mine. The longer I go without asking for it back, the weirder I imagine it will be when I actually do. I feel like I need to make up an excuse for why I suddenly need it after three months - "I decided to eat cereal this morning, but I just can't allow myself to enjoy Captain Crunch unless I'm eating it from a black bowl. Speaking of black bowls - you still have mine, right?"

-I'd like to record a new song sometime, but I'm afraid to ask about borrowing someone's microphone, because that puts pressure on me to actually record something of value (or anything at all).

-I'm probably the only one who does this, but sometimes while I'm talking to someone, I suddenly think about how I'm the only one talking - and how they're listening to just me - and it sort of freaks me out. I lose all train of thought and start to get embarrassed.

-Most of the time when I write poetry, I realize that I'm really writing it for someone else to read. For tonight's assignment - fuck that.