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I'm ashamed to admit my fascination with America's Next Top Model. I had a little get-together with people from my English classes to celebrate the end of the quarter last Saturday, and as I was preparing enchiladas and chocolate chip cookies for the evenings festivities, VH1s Next Top Model Marathon kept me company. Then, when people arrived for ( Read more... )

      c.s. lewis are lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator

How perfect is this for me? Well, I guess you wouldn't know, but it is. Even if the love generator mistakes the "s" at the end of Lewis for a plural.

I always get a lot more done on stuff I don't need to get done when there's actually stuff I should be doin'.

I always head into the weekend with good intentions. Good, cloister-like intentions where I'm going to study for hours past midnight by candlelight. But here it is Sunday and I haven't even begun. Ach ( Read more... )

My first journal entry is usually my last, but we'll see. I need an ethernet dumping ground for what's in my head. Too much build up, too much back-log, and I'm an outdated model at that ( Read more... )