Lessons I thought I had learned by now:

• Putting off laundry for a month (or more) at a time creates more problems than it solves.
• Writing your first name with your crush's last name repeatedly will not make him love you or even notice you.
• Blogs do not update themselves when their authors are consumed with Sims 2.
• Sequels are usually nowhere near as good as the original movie.
• Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner will still cause me to swoon anyway.

Dear Cute Tuesday Boy,

I only saw you for a fleeting five seconds today. You showed up much later than I expected, but I'll forgive you because you're somehow even cuter than I remembered. I almost forgot that you don't know about my secret swoonfests, so I was mid-squeal before I caught myself and went back to staring intently at my monitor.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for . . . existing. I would not have made it through the day without you. Seriously, did you catch American Idol tonight? I specifically requested to the television gods that Kristy Lee Cook finally suck enough for the country music fans to stop voting for her, but it looks like we're getting at least one more week of that unholy, out-of-tune crooning.

Is it possible that you could stop by twice this week? I've been honing my make-out skills on Sims 2 for a while now, and I wasn't kidding when I said I have the keys to the janitor's closet. Just think about it, mmk?

Much love,
Rachelskirts

My brother, who just turned 20 today (happy birthday, Adam!!), has the week off for Spring Break. Because of this, I became delusional and thought that this was my Spring Break, too. I literally spent the entire day picking my nose or having my Sims pick their noses because I FORGOT I HAD TO WORK TOMORROW.

And now that I've remembered, I'm all sorts of cranky. There is no "hold the grumpysauce" option tonight. No. I am livid. To top it all off, I've had this flyer sitting on my desk all week, taunting me.

. . .

Okay, well, there was supposed to be a picture there of the piece of paper I found attached to a pizza box. It's typed in Comic Sans, and it references the pizzeria's MySpace page. Not a good combination on a pleasant night. An awful combination on a night like tonight. Because I needed more angst in this entry, my camera decided to snub my computer. ZOMG.

Fine. If you need me, I'll be curled up in a corner, sucking my thumb, watching Lord of the Rings. And forcing my Sims to do the same.