Musings of a Pop Culture Whore Hopped Up on Cold Medicine

Well, the NyQuil attacked whatever was in my head yesterday and sent it hurling south to regroup. So now I have perfectly clear sinuses but sound like I'm going to hack up a lung. I've ditched the DayQuil and have become addicted to my steroid inhaler instead, because frankly my poor deformed lungs cannot take any more. I'm probably sooo over medicated right now.... Need more NyQuil.

Okay, so now I want to minor in art history. For no good reason. I am so impractical. How does art history go with international affairs??? Unless I want to work at the Smithsonian? I'm sure my four years of Russian and French will really come in handy there.

Heh. I wasn't allowed to use the curling iron until I was fourteen because my mom was afraid that this would happen. She still gets upset when I iron.

I guess boys really do cry. Even when they look like Hilary Swank. No, I kid. I'm very sad for them---they seemed like they were going to work it out.

This cannot happen. I will not allow Nicole to get dumped while Tom has Katie chained up in the basement.

My Inner Pop-Culture Whore is laughing too hard to think of something witty to say.