*AWOOOOOGAH!* UPDATE!!! *AWOOOOOGAH!*

Changes to the top 5 most attractive people at Memorial follow!

#1: Sierra Pope

Mostly just to appeal to her ego, and the fact that she'll notice this (Hi Sierra!). And what I said before about brains and a sense of humor, too.

#2: John Labarbara

I can't believe I missed him on the first list. What a dumbass I be, aharr.

#3: Anna Nielsen

Well, despite some pretty ugly gossip, she's still up there.

#4: Suzie Majkowski

Only at #4 because she's gay, and therefore there's no real "gratification" factor involved in me putting her higher, knowwhatImean, knowwhatimean? Suzie, your a hottie and the best snuggler in Eau Claire County. (feel free, loyal readers, to try to prove her second best)

#5: Whoever you think is hot at the moment.

(I don't really care to fish around for an attractive person right now, so whoever you think I'd like. Or you'd like. Or me. Yeah...)

Jenny is having a really hard time lately. I don't want to feel sorry for her, but I kinda do. Which just makes me feel bad for feeling sorry, and on and on. It's tough, caring about people. Maybe that's the definition of having friends. Feeling what they feel. Maybe it should be more specific than that. Any thoughts? (Hi Sierra!)

It's interesting how I try to define my life with lists. My ill-used notebooks have huge, half-finished Magic card lists on them. My blog has lists. I come up with lists of stuff I want, stuff I want to do, CDs I need...and then I lose them.

I am the answer to consumerism!

I will lust after and lust after, and never aquire!

I am the ULTIMATE BARGAIN SHOPPER! Applying basic cost-cutting principles to my personal life, I am here to get the best out of life!

I think, therefore I SAVE!!!

Kinda sad, though. Implies I'll never have sex with the people I want to have sex with. Which is really unfortunate, because I think I bring a lot to the table. (Hi Sierra!)

That was unintentional. There was no correlation between the location of my salutation and the sincere observation of my over-large organ...-tion.

Really.

I am SO fucking melodromatic. Look at all this...je ne sais quois. All this crappy blocking, for lack of a better term.

I wrote a poem on sunday, and it was funny. In fact, it's still funny. But the point is that you will be able to hear it on Thursday. Friday is the poetry slam, and I wanted to enter, but there are already too many people. But there IS an open mic on Thursday at lunchtime in the Library (plug!).

And I'll be there (plug!).

Blogs were wonderful inventions. How would you ever get to know me if I didn't (shapkesperean word for vomit, Neville mentioned it today in English) my soul onto your spotless bib of reality?

I just realize that I put an offer for sex in every post that contains a "top 5 most attractive people at Memorial" list. Odd, that.

Must be a coincidence. (Hi Sierra!)