Emotion Sickness

Oh my God. *extra twitchy twitch* This is the paper that won't die! It's obviously going to be done by tomorrow night (when it's DUE), but it was supposed to be done TODAY!! And by today... I mean yesterday... because it's now 1 am... NOOOOOOOO...... Damn you Voldemort! You ARE a bad man!!!

My bright ideas are never entirely bright. I should really stop having merely quasi-bright ideas. Like my latest one to do a term paper focused on an "attitude change" campaign aimed at improving the PR of Lord Voldemort. Yes, I picked that out myself. No one would have ever assigned it to me. And now, I've hit a wall of obvious: that he's a HORRIBLE charcter with NO redeeming qualities. And I KNEW that when I picked it. In fact that's WHY I picked it; I thought it would be FUNNY. And now I'm wondering if I can pull off 15 pages of dark humor... dear god.

Oh, and it's due Thursday... and has an accompanying presentation.

I'm one dim bulb.

UCLA won the 2006 UCLA-USC game!!!! Oh wait, and I was FRICKING THERE FOR IT!!!!!!! OOOOOOOH MYYYYYYY GOD! I was in a Trojan section doing an 8-clap by myself with the exception of maybe two other people. HAHAHAHAHA! Best day! I LITERALLY cried when the clock hit zero and it meant it was REAL. Unbelievable. I know I'm a Trojan now, and I'm grateful everyday for the opportunities. and I know I said I'd win no matter who won, but see these veins? They bleed blue and gold baby!

I LOVE BEING A BABY BEAR!!!

My sucktastic Halloween is in FULL SWING right now! I'm presently on page 11 of my 15-20 page Media research term paper worth 50% of my grade that is due at 7 pm tonight. I, of course, will most likely be WORKING till 6 pm to finish it (as it takes about an hour to get to school). I will then go to class, get back by 10 pm, and for the rest of the night empty drawers and cupboards and move around furtniture so that tomorrow morning a bug fumigator can show up and zap my place. HUZZAH! What fun!

I hope everyone has a MUCH better Halloween than me.

Somebody please save me some chocolate. *sniffle*

So, because I'm on the Disney Channel right now, there are tons of kids' commericials on, and there's one for a doll called "Amazing Amanda" (har har, that's not why I'm mentioning this). She's one of these dolls that "knows" what you're saying to it and talks back to you. So you have the actress little girl saying things like, "Eat your peas, Amanda. I love you, Amanda. You're my very best friend, Amanda." And to all this, you know what Amazing Amanda replied?

"I love you more than bunnies!"

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I actually fell over laughing on my couch. AMAZING INDEED!

God, I love TV.

Childhood obesity really freaks me out. I hate seeing children waddling around, swimming in xxl t-shirts, and eating cheese covered pretzels while tottering around the mall. It just depresses me to no end, particualrly with things like early onset diabetes becoming more and more prevelent. It's one thing when adults get diagnosed with it at age 50+ (it's late enough in life that things like going blind and losing limbs will occur late enough on the curve that you'll probably die of old age before they hit). People in their first quarter of life don't have that luxury.

MSN posted this this morning. It's an article about working on not only the obesity, but the schools the obese children attend. It also had some startling facts (they never get less startling) along the way. For example, how Americans have begun deluding themselves:

"'Kids who would have been called overweight 15 to 20 years ago are now considered husky," says David Watson, M.D., a pediatrician who works with schools in Massachusetts. "Moderately overweight kids now see themselves as being normal weight.'"

And: "The ultimate result: We're shortening our children's lives. A study in the New England Journal of Medicine reports that our kids' life spans are expected to be 2 to 5 years shorter than our own—because of fat. And the time they will have may be plagued by problems."

Read it if you're interested. This is the kind of stuff I log away for when I'm a parent:
http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100146441>1=8618

So, here's what I like about the new ER commercials. The voiceover guy comes on and starts talking about how ER's been a Thursday night staple for 104 years now, and then says, "and John Stamos is saving lives HIS way!" As if it's actually JOHN STAMOS doing it. HAHAHA. Like not his character, and not on the show. Like John Stamos has busted onto the set with emergency cases and is saving lives "HIS way."

Fricking amazing. As my mother would say, "Good Greek boy." haHA.

God, I HATE my body sometimes. I woke up last night at 5:15 am having a HORRIBLE allergy attack. And for those of you who don't know, my allergy attacks are not fits of sneezing; no, they're stabbing stomach pains, diarrhea, severe head congestion, ichy/numb roof of the mouth, hive breakout, and throat closing. I was up for like an hour dealing with all of it, and SHOULD have gone to the hospital but I was so weak and so tired that more than anything I just wanted to go back to sleep. I KNOW I shouldn't do that, and next time I won't. I guess I was just lucky this time that nothing really bad happened. It wasn't as bad as two other attacks I've had... but that's not really saying much I suppose. And the reason for all of this? From what my mom could deduce: last night I had choclate mousse at a restaurant that was supposed to have a "splash" of Grand Marnier in it (the mousse actually tasted like chewing alcohol, so I only had to bites); Grand Marnier as it turns out is made from Cognac, which ferments in oak barrels for 2 years before bottled; I'm HIGHLY allergic to oak. THIS was the most probable reason for what happened last night. Something THAT minor, and yes, it really CAN happen from something that minor. I can't believe my life sometimes. I have a LOT of work to do, and now I feel weak and exhausted. Guh.

I gotta look into getting a Med ID bracelet.

I'm sleepy, and grumpy, but I love Jamason. I do. Yes.

Nite nite.

Omg... I just saw a commercial for the Fox and the Hound, and simply watching the commericial almost made me cry. The Fox and the Hound is my standby film for when I wanted a long, drawn-out sob. Back in the day, I'd literally sit down with the VHS, an enormous box of tissues, and bawl for the next hour and a half. My mother never understood it. lol. All I have to say, is that doing that is better than the time I watched The Green Mile with a head cold, and was so stuffed up that when I started crying at the end, I nearing suffocated.

Good times. :)