there's never a dull moment with fat joe in class, especially today when he called our instructor a "fucking idiot". dude, you come to class practically an hour and a half late, complain that something's wrong with your schedule, push in the inner core of the speaker you're supposed to take apart (which was still in working condition), brake the damn speaker, and like a kindergarten-er keep poking at it while muttering senseless shit just to get the last word. yeah, i love school. sometimes i just wanna get up and smack his belly and watch him jiggle. or better yet, get one of those machines that shoot tennis balls out at raging speeds and see how many get stuck in his belly button.

the parsons' company christmas party is this coming saturday and i still don't have shoes to go with my dress. damn. the things women go through just to look decent. i already dyed my hair black and it's slowly fading to the color that i really want. however, according to the screaming monkey ass i look like a gothic chinese princess. whatever, monkey-boy. speaking of monkeys (stephan & jesse), welcome to the cyber-cult we call blogger! wait. you mean to say there's more to the internet than just email, video games, and porn? my goodness! now i just gotta get monique to start one and the world will be perfect =)