just gold

i'm addicted to the olympics. and those inspiring canadian tourism, visa, nike, and P&G commercials.

so, i have bells palsy. which means i lost control of half my face. i can't blink in one eye so i have to constantly put eyedrops in, i have to drink with a straw and talk with one side of my mouth. which really wasn't all that bad until my brother told me that i look like 'Little Nicky'. you know, that movie adam sandler did about being satan's son. which made me break into tears and decide i can't go to school like this. the first couple days are the worst, so i won't be gone too long. hopefully it'll be gone within a couple weeks. it's a side effect from this medicine i started last week, the one i begged my mom for months to put me on. fml.

i don't really know what else to say right now. bought a pound of coffee from starbucks this morning, watermelon vodka is just amazing, and the russians have great couples skaters.

guten noct.

nixon was framed,

and kennedy was a commie. just kidding, those are the last words you will ever hear out of my mouth, unless i'm quoting "That '70s Show".

so how is it that in the last three or four months i have barely given a guy a second look, haven't even kissed a boy since around halloween, and then all of a sudden the last week of january, i've had a former fling and two exes texting, talking, flirting, i like a new boy that i have a feeling likes me back, and another two boys decide that i am quite kissable. it's driving me insane. i live the life of a nun for 3 months, and then am thrown into this crazy pool of boys. my eye's on one in particular, and to make things better, he just broke up with his girlfriend. sign? i think so.

school's trying to kick my ass, but like i said back in october, i'm going to work my ass off. bought some more movies this weekend, i got a 4 for 20 deal and my dad made me put back Milk, to buy some crappy morgan freeman movie for him. yes, it is possible for morgan freeman to make a crap movie. i didn't think it was possible, either. my aunt finally said she'd buy my ipod, which paired with my birthday present, means I'M GOING TO SEE ERIC CLAPTON AND I'M TAKING KELSQUARED WITH ME AND ITS JUST GOING TO BE THE BEST THING.

ciggy time. i take complete responsibility for the damage i do to my body, so check your criticism at the door.