Moving Directly To Hell

Has anyone noticed it's freaking cold outside? No? Just me? Okay then.

I'm beginning to think it's a rule. Jenna posts a blog, Julia posts a blog. She's like my blog encourager (not to mention best friend and CSI:NY Yoda. Who knew creepy emails could lead to such a thing? Not I. -specially when I'm the creep.)

Oreo is snoring on my leg and it's hard to think that he's almost an adult dog. He's my baby. Actually Spooky is my baby. Why do I have so much to say about my pets?

Why is it five thirty in the morning and mostly why am I awake?

I've yet to figure out how, but I'm blaming this all on Jenna. :) Aren't I nice?

I hate winter. I'm moving to hell til at least April. Freaking cold winter ftl.

I should be using this awake time to write my paper and do homework, but being productive is vastly overrated.

-hums- the geeks were right.

I doubt anyone reads this and those that do are probably as confused as potable vermin by my rants.

hmm.

Oh. EVERYONE must go and read Ballads of Suburbia by Stephanie Kuenhert. It's absolutely one of the best things I have ever read. Also check out I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by her. :) It's worth it.

Now because my AIM convo thing is flashing incessantly and Jenna ranks above you all. I shall end this blog post.

Love, Julia