A Kiss is Not a Contract

Prediction: tonight will be an unnecessary all-nighter. Why? I'd rather go to Denny's for three hours and watch Flight of the Conchords and write essays about sandwiches. Like I said, unnecessary, but at least I have time to prepare for the worst (or the best, depending on how you look at it).

I'm really good at writing disjointed blogs/essays-- you know, the ones that are basically a cognative dump and each thought doesn't really have anything to with the next thought, but somehow they do all make sense because it's everything I'm thinking about all at once together. Maybe this will become my Signature Style someday. Tyra's got her Victoria's Secret walk and her smile-behind-the-eyes, and I've got my fractional essays. Back up-- let's appreciate the fact that I've got essays.

And while we're on the subject, let's just make one thing clear, okay?
Essay: an analytic or interpretative literary composition usually dealing with its subject from a limited or personal point of view.
Paper: a formal written composition often designed for publication and often intended to be read aloud.
(works cited: http://merriam-webster.com)

I had 3.5 Diet Cokes at Denny's tonight-- after midnight, mind you-- as well as my usual club sandwich (tomatoes picked off), and then I had to go to the bathroom 3 times. It got me thinking about bathrooms and how I have favorite bathrooms. I mean, let's get a teensy bit intimate here and just admit flat-out that there's a certain, universal satisfaction in going to the bathroom. I'm sorry, but there is. You go in feeling uncomfortable, and you walk out feeling much better. Win win. But equally honestly, there are various places that are nicer to visit than others. For example, I love the bathrooms in the JFSB, especially the ones in the south-west corner on the ground floor. I like my bathroom at home, and I like my parent's bathroom even better. I don't use that one very often, so I'm sure part of the thrill is the unknown. The bathroom on the 3rd floor of the Wilk is fun too, and I do like the ones on the 2nd floor of the Provo Library. I don't so much care for the bathrooms:
-here, at my apartment
-in any grocery store
-at any boy's apartment, only because it means I'm using the bathroom at a boy's apartment
-on airplanes or buses-- especially buses
-at HCTO, because there is zero water pressure and you have to hold the flusher down for a long time
-at Denny's, which is ironic given the frequency with which I visited it tonight

I don't like Coldplay. I'm sorry, I know that at least 2 of the 6 people who read this LJ are big big fans of Coldplay and I appreciate that. But I personally don't understand the appeal, and I think Viva La Vida is like the only good song on that album. I've tried to like Coldplay, I've tried to like songs beyond Viva La Vida (other than Clocks, because I do like Clocks, but I think that's partly because it makes me think of Alex for some reason and not because I actually like the song), but I don't like Coldplay, everything sounds the same to me, and I have a sneaking suspicion that a large percentage of Coldplay fans only pretend to like Coldplay because it's trendy and super awesome to like Coldplay, inexplicably.
***NOTE: This is my opinion, you can try to convince me otherwise but it won't happen I'm sorry so don't even try okay thanks bye***

I think I'd like to date a New Zealander who looks like Bret or Jemaine. Either one, I'm not picky. Their accents are basically the same, which is the most important trait, obviously. But Bret looks like a hobbit a little bit, which is kind of endearing.

I bought new boots yesterday that I'm IN LOVE with. They're burgundy and knitted and slouchy with buttons on the ankles. They were approximately $15 more than I intended to spend on them, but so far, worth every single penny, particularly because they're a little bit like slippers only I can wear them outside. Also, I can tuck skinny jeans into them which is, I admit, not a style to everyone's taste, but I think if that's not to someone's taste, clearly that person HAS NO TASTE.

What does it say about you if you've had a really cool present sitting on your shelf to give to someone for two months? Does it mean you care about them any less? Or does it mean you care about them more because if you keep putting off giving it to them it means you'll keep having an excuse to hang out with them?

I really like having a blogspot and a livejournal, separate and secret from each other. For some reason, I feel really lame about myself posting on blogspot every single day, and I feel even lamer about the thought of posting more than one entry on blogspot per day. I can post on LJ whenever I want, as many times as I want, and never have a care about it. For better or worse, this is probably the kind of entry I would put on blogspot, but I've posted too many times already in the last few days. I'm nearing my blogspot quota for the week and it makes me a little anxious. A lot of people read my blogspot though... Not a lot of people actually comment, but a lot of people read it. I get between 15-50 hits/day or so, which is not really that awesome compared to someone who gets a couple thousand every day, but it's nothing to sneeze at. I'd secretly love it if I got thousands of hits on my blog per day.

Do I want to be an actress, or do I want to be a writer?

Cue 4:45am nausea.