I wasn't like every other kid, you know, who dreams about being an astronaut. I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music he's created over the years, I don't really listen to it, but the fact that he's making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I'm selling? No. Do I know what I'm doing today? No. But I'm here, and I'm gonna give it my best shot.

So if I say I had an M&M, does that mean I had one piece of candy or two?

Gonna have a hell week because I didn't crack a textbook all weekend but no regrets. Best weekend since USC, and once again the only bad part was the LAST TWO MINUTES OF THE GAME. Good God, that was divine intervention.

I bought four-inch gold stilettos in downtown LA!

Look, hella emo icon with Fall Out Boy lyrics. Sweet.

If you happen to be strolling down Bancroft, check out the front window display at Sweet On You. I am proud of it.

So I'm writing a paper... but not really because I'm so demotivated. The reader is a total bitch. He gave everyone a low B or a high C (I got a C+) on our papers and now we have to do revisions. I guess it makes sense to give us all sorta bad grades because otherwise, what would we have to revise? But the guy... no, I sense he's also just a bitch. He typed up one to two pages, size 10 and single-spaced, totally tearing apart each paper and pointing out every single way they're flawed. It's not even constructive. He reminds me of the comic book store guy from the Simpsons, like a real smart ass. I can just imagine the guy reading an essay like it's Itchy and Scratchy and saying, "Worst essay ever." Rest assured he was on the Internet within minutes registering his disgust to the whole world. Or something.

My mom wanted me to show my relatives the "joke picture" of me getting my tongue pierced because it's "sooo funny".

All lawyers are bald and say "um" a lot.

The hot guy was working at Best Buy today when I went to buy my iPod Shuffle but I was too scared to say "hi". Oh well, I still want the Coldplay CD.

Overall, the Pleasant Hill Best Buy has the hottest staff I have ever seen -- way hotter than Abercrombie -- and I think I should pursue a career there next summer.

My mom told me that my new bras make me look fake, which is strange because unlike the ones I was wearing before, they fit.

There are about 30 or 40 people in my Shakespeare class and the other day I counted 6 of them wearing berets.