i may chain myself to a tree and refuse to leave

the days pass by faster and faster. which leaves me feeling supes-emo. like all this talk of pre-frosh weekend and arts first weekend just reminds me that these are the last ones.

in honor, a haiku:
i don't have a job
i refuse to graduate
i will be homeless

Okay, so it's beautiful out. This is not consoling me.

Phrases that need to be used more often:
bitchin'
Heavens to Murgatroyd!

Finally, I watched the Golden Compass yesterday night in the SOCH (where they had FREE CANDY!!! and dr. pepper. eat your heart out, steiner.) And this guy was in it:

AMAZING! He drank your milkshake and rode your polar bear.

Does your brain ever start operating in lolcat language and you can't make it stop?