"I, too, once spent a nightmarish time in a robot asylum, but now it's nearly over." - Hubert J. Farnsworth

The fact that the robot house guys are graduating and moving on and doing big things with their lives makes me so sad. In previous years, I never really cared about the graduating classes of seniors. Hate to say it, but the majority of those people were complete jerks and my high school was a happier place without them.

Even when I graduated, it didn’t really faze me. It wasn’t until the end of summer, going off to college when i got slightly emotional. The line “things are gonna change, I can feel it…” still resonates in my mind whenever I see people from my high school. It’s so weird.

But I am never going to miss anything the way i’m going to miss robot house. I left my adolescence there.

i took a four-hour-long nap today because i had nothing else to do.

and now its time for me to go to sleep. byee.

gosh…my birthday was simply wonderful.

“you mean your balls itch?”

ok. I forgot to talk about this last night, while I was all hung up over the banjolele (which, as suspected, sounds like a uke with a weird, like, banjo-setting…i can’t really describe it. like, you know keyboards with violin settings? it was a ukulele with a banjo setting.)

but i have to share.

last night, in a fit of complete and total lack of motivation to do anything productive, even though its the week before finals, and the typical college freshman would either be A. drinking, or B. studying their faces off, my roommates and I decided to watch VH1 classic.

there was a movie on last night that i hope someone out there got the chance to see. It was called “the last american virgin”.

if you ever plan an all-girls 80’s sleepover party, complete with caboodles makeup and hairspray and cyndi lauper, you need to add this to the all-80’s movie marathon you will no doubt be playing in the background.

It is the best and the worst movie I have ever seen. you must watch it with a group of all your friends, and you must sit there and make fun of it the entire time. it is every bad teen movie and bad 80’s movie rolled into one.

i love the ending the most. the horrible, sad, heart-wretching, worst ending to a movie ever. I won’t ruin it for you. go see for yourself. subscribe to vh1 classic if you aren’t already. the last american virgin. GO.