So I woke up at the butt crack of dawn (ie 7 am) this morning to read a supreme court case. And the fact that I did this just reinforces my conviction that I am one crazy lady. just wacky. I’ve got a few screws loose, am losing my marbles, am one fry [...]

Whew, have been webpagering for about 9 hours straight now. I have bitten off all my nails, and am feeling v. thin, because had to eat quick, thin foods today. i.e. soup, grilled cheese sammie.
Am doing a fiesta theme for my summer conferences web page.
I will call it La Cuca Racha Con [...]

I must have some sort of O-Town psychosis, because last night I dreamed Jacob was performing for me in a kimono. (Nice bed shot, huh?) He was singing a duet with some african american lady, also in a kimono. Oh those boy bands. They are insidious… always interefereing with dreams, and such.
Know [...]

I had the most beautiful dream last night. I dreamed that I took some sort of travelling singing class, which required me to spend lots of time careering around construction sites on a yellow school bus. On the bus, I had the good fortune of sitting of sitting next to the heavenly [...]

Yum, am watching a new N’Sync video on tv. Boys, I want to be your girlfriend.
It’s a very lazy Friday, and I haven’t got much to say really. I kind of wish my home was a little closer to campus (about 3000 miles closer), so I could spend the weekend away. Yeah, [...]

Did anyone else catch O-Town on MTV’s Brand spankin new music week? Can we say holy hotness?
what a band, what a band, what a mighty good band….ooh boys, you so crazyI think I wanna have yo babysung to the tune of Salt-n-Peppers what a man
Anyway, I found this new game that i think is really [...]

I saw the funniest thing today. I was listening to that great song, Hit Em Up Style, while browsing for birthday e card. I found the cutest dancing monkey at bluemountain. So i’m watching this cute little monkey and singing a long to hit em up style. i [...]

so what to write about? well lets talk about marriage.
So my good friend Chris Kelly, from here on known as Son of Richard Marx (because he bears uncanny resemblance to the 80’s pop icon) came over with “the most perfectly popped bag” (tm Jeremy) of orville redenbachers ever and listened to me whine about [...]