Procrastination has reached its peak.

Danielle
You are Danielle, aka Randy! You have been known to
wash the dishes in the shower and you have an
ecclectically decorated wall on which Audrey
Hepburn and William Wallace coexist in harmony.


Which 307 Roommate Are YOU?!

And then there was one.

XxDaninaXx [10:48 P.M.]: hm, i don't mean to gross you out or anything, but i feel you should know...
Sammo1386 [10:48 P.M.]: sure
XxDaninaXx [10:48 P.M.]: my bottom retainer is on the floor somewhere.
XxDaninaXx [10:49 P.M.]: probably under my bed.
XxDaninaXx [10:49 P.M.]: so be warned.
Sammo1386 [10:49 P.M.]: hahaha i'll look for it
Sammo1386 [10:49 P.M.]: lmao i see it
Sammo1386 [10:49 P.M.]: it's right next to natale under your bed
XxDaninaXx [10:49 P.M.]: does it look forlorn?
Sammo1386 [10:49 P.M.]: it looks like natale's pet, snuggled next to his arm
XxDaninaXx [10:49 P.M.]: aaahahahaa
Sammo1386 [10:49 P.M.]: kind of cute, i'll take a picture

...Just to clarify, we actually are NOT in the same room.

...Also, Natale is not actual Natale. He is the scarecrow that we got in September for a Gold Coin at Big Y that we named AFTER actual Natale and propped up in our paper recycling bin. But after break we decided to recycle paper so we laid Natale to hibernate underneath my bed like a corpse...

You know what? Forget it. It's actual Natale. The whole Florida thing is just a hoax, he's been sleeping on my cold dusty linty rug sheddy floor all this time. 

Yeah.

Red Hots.

I may die before I get everything that I need to do done.

Maybe if I didn't spend so much time downloading inspirational instrumental themes from movies to try and get myself motivated, things would be moving along a bit quicker.

They don't write music to get psyched up for draft work. But I'm ready to fight the English, go on a God-assigned killing spree, fly over the moon on a bike, visit a dinosaur-infested island, and kick off the Olympics.

So...here I go.

Dream on.

We've got kind of a junky reoccuring theme going on here.

Scares me just a little, because there's no definite end in sight.

I've learned My Lesson, okay??

Apparantly it's going to snow enough over the next few days to possibly end the world.

In The Day After Tomorrow there actually was another ice age and Dennis Quaid just laughed in the face of it, strapped on his snow shoes, and hiked from Washington D.C. to New York IN THE ICE AGE to fetch Jake Gyllenhaal.

I'm so lazy it revolts me. Why I just can't sit down and do all of the hyper-important things I have to do is beyond me. I know they're crucial. And yet somehow I manage wasting my life going back and forth between e-mail, blogs, and the damn Facebook.

At least I don't have amoebic dysentary. Or scabies. Or genital warts. 

Ick. 

I'm going to give up ice cream for Lent, which is something I have never done before, ever. On the off chance I make it, it'll be interesting to see what happens when I stop eating pints of ice cream. Maybe I'll morph into Audrey Hepburn, which could only help me in the long run.

I would give up sex with my overly attractive, witty, and existant boyfriend, but I really don't think I could make it. 

Oh man, I am just TOO MUCH.

Uncertaintea.

Skiing this weekend. And not Hurlyburly callbacks, but it was a fun offer. Restoring, if you will.

Superbowl, too, evidentally. I for one hope the Patriots win. I can't help but feel as though they have already won "The Game" simply by having Tom Brady on their team. It's been said before, and I will say it again. He should probably try to be more attractive and better at football.

I hate this limbo that I just sort of exist in, bouncing around without a sense of actual belonging anywhere. Neither here nor there.

And I wish that I knew for sure that it will end, and that I'll be able to really start whatever it is I'm trying to do. 

Because this is starting to get older every single day. And I really can't afford to fail. 

But I guess you learn to take life as it comes at you. And make each day count. 

I'm such a tool.

I'm quiet.

You Are Aurora! (A.K.A. Sleeping Beauty.)

Thoughtful and loving. Authority figures probably have been sheltering you all of your life. Thankfully you're a very tranquil person who is content with what life has given you, but secretly you want to know how the outside world works.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

There was a time when I wished my name was Aurora, because I thought Danielle was just much too masculine. I think I was maybe three.

Milanos are not just an afternoon cookie, contrary to popular belief. They are a "distinctive" breakfast, lunch, and dinner delicacy.

Grapefruit juice and toothpaste do not mix.

Just to clue you in, when I was just typing "juice" I started to type "joose". Hm.

I have to complete a "First Draft" of a "Paper". There is a reason why I've never done "First Drafts" before. They are lame. I for one enjoy a little risk in the paper passing in process.

Get a picture of that.

Kiss me, you fool.

My French class makes me feel violent.

The Sims 2 makes me question my integrity.

Bio of Plagues and Illnesses awaits me.

I just typed this with gloves on. Big ones.

A+.