I'm eating chocolate cake.
I don't like chocolate cake.
Why am I eating chocolate cake?
Because I am.

I'm allergic to cake. Makes me violently ill.

i have a problem with hugs. i must call the shots on the hugging.

Pineapple Express comes out this Wednesday.

i'm so excited for that movie.

vodka + cranberry juice= gold!

That's beyond gold, platinum even.

I debating whether to go see it Wednesday on my own or waiting a week to go with people I know...

it's so awesome and such a foreign feeling to be drinking something finally that's not cheap beer.

i think i'll just see it on wednesday.. i hate waiting.

If I go Wednesday I'll just have to find a random person to laugh with me.

I think that my whole family wants to see it.

just sit next to a stranger and say things like "this will be a great cinematic experience!" and etc. it's fun.

steve- my dad was going on and on about it all this past week. he thought it was out already and hunted around salt lake city looking for a theatre playing the movie.

I'll have to do that. I forgot how much fun that was.

at this huge outdoor shopping area in salt lake a few nights ago, i went into victoria's secret to play around with the makeup and get a new look and stood there saying things like "oh my, this blush contours my cheeks like you wouldn't believe it!" with a thick southern accent.

i nearly broke my nose that night. i tried to make eye contact with a guy checking me out, and when i did, i didn't see the pole right in front of me. i walked right into it.

Haha, not at your narrowly avoided broken nose, though.

My parents laughed their asses of at the trailor when I showed them Superbad on DVD. I come from a very green family.

the poor guy came over and asked if i was ok and all i could say, because here was this blindingly hot young gentleman, was "eh" and i giggled.

i'm an idiot.

If only you could faux faint on command, it could have turned into a rather lovely evening.

i half considered doing that, actually. i had a lot of mortifying encounters with cute gentlemend that, thinking back, could have ended so much better if i had been thinking while acting.

You've got to be two moves ahead at all times.

most of the time i end up about half a step behind. the only guy that anything could have happened with was really too much of a druggie for me.

so what do you have planned for this wonderful tuesday? i plan to not do much.