Suddenly I am either very bored, or just incredibly sober. If I haven’t mentioned it before, I am a fan of weed..it takes the edge off of certain pains that permeate my body everywhere. Some people might say that’s a cop out…but I did happen to be smoking last semester…and although I am in no way overly proud of my B and B+, it shows you I am not entirely retarded. Though that might be an oxymoron given one might question the potential unreached because of it…but I haven’t been too much lately. I’m not trying to go overboard and out and out quit…I smoke only a few times a week…but it is a real pain in the butt to do stuff like that anyways. Getting it is another adventure…I have to travel into the city and hang around union square because I don’t know anyone I would trust…I just got back. Hell, that only took an hour and a half.

But earlier today, bored with my books and just bored of myself…I started watching Extreme Makeover. I put myself through a pretty intense unsurgical extreme makeover when I was 17. And it’s an interesting concept, that show. Interesting because, honestly? The people who come out on the other side are actually more attractive. Dare I say they really do take some pretty funky-looking people and even out their discrepencies–but really. I asked Eddie if he thought I could get on it…free boobs and teeth anyone? But my face is really not a car crash…I have a bunch of scars. We decided that the scars could get me on…but my face needs no surgery (lipo under the chin maybe?). I think the thing that people don’t think when they go on the show is the unrealistic expectations their baby children will have…because aesthetic beauty is unfortunately genetic. How horrible that could be as they get older–mommy and daddy are so pretty and handsome, what happened to me? Eeek. No, sweetheart, you can get your fangs and boobs fixed if you go the the doctor. Probably not an awesome conversation to look forward to–

Speaking of which, I am finally shedding some of the weight I gained. I modified my depakote and diet until I see my friend the insane neurologist. Sometimes I wonder if it is questionable that my neurologist is, well, senile. I am seeing the laryngologist and all kinds of other fun party doctors over the next few weeks.

TV IS LAME, by the way. If we haven’t ever discussed this before. It really does stink. Quite a bit. I can’t find anything to entertain me while I pack and throw shit out. So I am sitting on my ass pretending all of you are clamoring to read what I have to say.I also look for your posts, too, but sometimes you guys are quieter than I am.