adding to the category of "things one cannot possess..."

...neon-colored fanny packs.

in preparation for my upcoming summer trip to disneyland, i decided that this trip is no time for foolishness. all trip details will lead to a fast-paced and adventure-filled 15 hours at my favorite place of all time. i'm talking matching fanny packs so that my group is easily identified. they will be filled with only the essentials: camera, phone, gum, and as much cash as one can withdraw from a bank (legally). all outfits will be streamlined so as to not disrupt our quick survey of the park. the decision on roller skates has not been made, but expect to see four extremely determined girls in matching outfits flying past you to beat those extra two people in line for indiana jones.

disneyland obstacles, you have met your match.

on justin bieber

i happen to think that mr. bieber is about as cute as they come. he has a marketable skill, sweet taste in clothes, and that certain innocent yet cocky attitude that makes the girls swoon. all in all, he's pretty fricken adorable.

and to all of those who mock his soprano pipes, who are you to be making fun of a boy who hasn't gone through puberty yet? clearly every other boy was born a baritone and poor justin here got the short end of the genetic stick. i'm sure all of us can remember that painful time when boys would start a sentence and experience that recognizable crack that sent giggles throughout any audience. give justin some credit, this late bloomer is gonna take over the music industry.

and i can't wait.

just wondering

if it's wrong to drive .5 miles to the gym.

on the one hand, it'll get me there way faster and i'll have more energy to spend on the machines.

but on the other hand, i'll have come to terms with the fact that i am lazier than acceptable.

why can't there be a moving sidewalk at school? or a taxi service? rickshaws? anything?

i'd even do with a pair of roller skates right now. anything to get me to the gym in under 20 minutes of walking. i suppose i could just dance along to my favorite cardio salsa tape in my 4x4 foot room, but the thought of someone knocking on my door while i drip with sweat is a little embarrassing.

oh summer, how you toy with my emotions.

christian louboutin banana nude pumps, aka that which one cannot obtain

in my quest for the perfect nude pumps (because what else would i need to live a fulfilled life?), i stumbled across the epitome of a classy, sexy, beautiful pump that promised to make my legs look approximately 3 feet longer. these sky high pieces of art practically made me salivate they were so yummy. and even though i expected them to cost the equivalent of a month's rent in the city that i currently live in, i couldn't bear the thought of not possessing such beauty.

please god, send me a sign that i am in the right. preferably in the form of a check made out to me for $900 (i'll throw down for the rest, dear baby jesus, i swear).

amen.

t minus four hours until this paper is due

and what am i doing? playing solitaire like a champ and facebook stalking.

atta girl.

it's not that i don't like to write (i fricken love it), but all of these essays where i adamantly argue a point about something i care nothing about are driving me crazy. it's enough to put a girl off writing for life. thanks, college!

things i wanna be

1) a physical education major

2) the proud owner of the elusive nude banana christian louboutin pumps

3) a well-educated trophy wife

4) done with this paper