My first weekend of summer came to a close four hours and forty one minutes ago, according to the clock on this computer. It's been amazing.

I am not exaggerating here-since I've left The College That Shall Never Be Spoken of Again, everything has seemed better. Good things(like a favorite diarist who had been gone for a month coming back) have felt greater. Funny things (like on SNL when Will Forte as George W. Bush said "I'm George W. Bush, and I approve this muffin") have been making me laugh to the point of peeing my pants. Cute guys (like my friend Joe, who showed up to the movies with me sporting a new sexy haircut-too bad he is gay and we spent the entire film talking about how we would both make sweet sweet love to Tina Fey even though we both like men) seemed hotter. Kickass movies (such as Kill Bill: Volume 1 and Mean Girls, which, as of yesterday, offically became the first film I saw in the theater more than once and I would TOTALLY go again) have been more kickass than normal. Good songs have sounded so much sweeter (like "Misty Morning, Albert Bridge" by the Pogues, a song I have literally been searching for for two years or "Rudie Can't Fail" by the Clash, a song I have looking for since before school started back in August). It was like my life was regular cable, but then it got upgraded to digital cable. Or my life was digital cable, but then it went HDTV (in every analogy I use, I prefer to have a television reference of some sort, thank you very much).

Now it's Monday. Final grades are going to be posted online today. There is a small chance I failed every single class I took this semester. I mean, it's a small chance, but it's out there. Out there like a come on from your friend's boyfriend when you two are driving alone from Chicago to New York: "call the cops, it's already out there!" And that is the snap back to reality I needed to bring me down. Leave it to The College That Shall Never Be Spoken of Again to ruin everything. Dudes, let me tell you in case you don't know: college? Is SO FUCKED UP. I'm so tired of it. I don't have enough discipline for it. Aside from the fact that anyone that knows me knows I'm going to go to New York and stalk Tina Fey anyway (shhh, don't tell the cops!), so it is just a real waste of everyone's money and time.

Okay, the only reason I wrote this is because it is five in the morning and I am hyper and wanted to put in a few plugs for Mean Girls and how, even though it doesn't look like it from the previews, it is KICKASS. And so, for that, I am sorry. I don't want to be one of those people that updates just for updatings sake, ya know? But it looks like that is what this whole diary is. Ugh. That's why I wanted to give it up. Oh, wonderful, and now I'm WHINING. Look, just go see Mean Girls, okay?

Oh, and many thanks and praise to everyone who sent more birthday wishes!!! You guys are cooler than a Tarantino film.

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