*blows dust off diary*
I remember when you used to update seven times a day. Looking back, yes, that is a little bit sad, but I think I'm more sad that I go so long without updating anymore (especially since I'm paying for a gold membership damnit).
Anyway, since we last talked, the worst natural disaster ever happened, Brad and Jenn split (and I know we're all upset now, but it really is for the best: their uberchildren would have been so pretty that we would've probably melted or something), and the time finally came for me to break out my 2005 FDNY calendar (I've been waiting to do this since the trip to New York). I, of course, purchased my "Calendar of Heroes" (yeah, that's the actual title. I know.) to benefit fire safety education, and certainly NOT because of men like Mr. March :

Ahem. Insert "please put out the fire in my PANTS" joke here.
Lets see, what else...ah yes, spring semester has begun at school. I have to admit something to you guys. Whenever I sign up for classes and see that its a male professor, I secretly wish that it is some young hot Indiana Jones-esque dude that will be so hot that I will have trouble concentrating in class. Unfortunately, all I get is very very very old men. Very old. Did I mention the old? Because its in abundance. *sigh* So next time I sign up for classes, I'm gonna secretly wish for a professor that still plays music on a victrola and see what happens then. Hopefully I'll have to begin practicing writing "love you" on my eyelids. Heh.

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