I'm gonna be unbearable until March.  Because SOMEBODY (well.... Something, rather.... A university to be exact.... Of the George Washington varietal) doesn't send their letters out until then.  ANY answer is better than none at all.  If it's the desirably sort of letter (the kind offering me a full-tuition scholarship through grad-school and a chateau in France for study-abroad) then, well, life will be good.  Very, very good.  If it is slightly less than desirable (a polite denial of admission), I shall proceed to realise that a bartender will be the pinnacle of my professional career, and that I'd better get crackin'.

So the other kids at lunch are reading facts about Chuck Norris.  They are.... Quite amusing.  Heh-heh, heh.

I'm trying to sell a dress I bought on eBay -- It's BCBG, pink.  Floor-length, satin, non-skanky corset top.  Never worn.  The picture is somewhere in the backlogs of PhuseBox humanity.  If you're interested, or know someone who might be.... Let me know.

"Saddam Hussein was not found in a hole in Iraq.  Chuck Norris round-house kicked him to the face in Kansas, and the force slammed him through the earth, and he stopped just short of the surface of Iraq."