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God, I'm so bored.

I'm stuck in LaPlace with virtually nothing to do but watch TV. I have no form of transportation, no one to meet up with (at least not until this Friday), and nothing to do.

I really can't wait to go back to Chicago.

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Ok, I know Top Design is just Bravo's lame attempt at capitalizing on the success of Project Runway, but oh em gee Goil is the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life. I mean seriously:

On that note, why does Scrubs suddenly own my soul?

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LMAO! on Far From Home I just heard the quote "How's your salt...Peter?"

The 1776 fan in me thinks this is hilarious. Granted, I just drank four glasses of wine.

I'll probably delete this post in the morning.

By the by, last night I had a strange dream. I was at the Clearview AMC to meet with Amanda (whom I haven't seen since Pre-Katrina) and I ran into Christie Vergas, one of my closest friends in middle school, whom I haven't seen since we went our separate ways in high school. It's the story of my life, I think: She became popular and I didn't.

I've actually been trying to find her on Facebook, but to no avail (though my mom works with her mom, so I know what's going on in her life). Funny to think that those with whom I was so close in 6th-8th grade, I don't even know any more.

Sorry for the inconvenience. I try not to drink and type. But hey, maybe my posts are more interesting when I'm drunk.