Five Best Dressed at the Oscars tonight?

5. Natalie Portman
4. Michelle Williams
3. Jennifer Lawrence
2. Anne Hathaway
1. Cate Blanchett

I don't know if I can put together a full Top Ten. Sigh. Not enough WOW out there. Welp, at least that seemed to be an overall theme of the night...

I'm starving but it's 11:04pm and the only thing edible in my room are these really gross pretzels I bought on accident from Westside... Maybe I'll just eat my candle, it smells great.

This is currently my equivalent of shameless drunk blogging.

I desperately want a tattoo. As in, I know exactly what I want and where I want it and I could do a little dance about it right now. However, Mama Smith has threatened an end to my tuition payments if I come home inked, so it seems I will have to hold off on this plan until I am in the Real World.

I've been listening to a lot of French music lately, but I barely understand French (my biggest memory from French 1 my Senior year of high school is asking if I could go to the bathroom) so this whole endeavor has become a tad problematic. I've decided I just need to date someone French.

I want an organ put in my room so Lady Gaga can come over every once in a while slash when she's in New York and play that bit from "Born This Way" with her pancake + butter hat on.

I'm trying to develop a strange addiction so I can star in an episode of TLC's My Strange Addictions, but currently that plan is not going very well. Sigh. I'll keep brainstorming.

I often find myself in the middle of an existential crisis, thinking, "Do people find me funny, or just insane?" I ultimately hope it's a little bit of both.

I've created a blind out of a Batman blanket. I was self-conscious that people could see into my room after my neighbor broke my blind while working on an art project or something... Now, Batman stares at me all day and people in other dorms find me moderately creepy. This is what you call a win-win situation.

Lil Kim is scum between my toes.

It was basically spring today, which was insanely glorious and made me smile all day. But it was also a little frustrating, because my internal weather barometer (or whatever?) is all wonky and confused.

Angels in America is at the Signature Theatre and everyone should see it like tomorrow or you should cry for the next couple of months because you missed out.

A woman in Chipotle was eating her burrito and describing it, to her family, like she was a serious food critic. I've never wanted to laugh harder. I kept it under control... Rando woman, thank you for making my day.

Currently eating: steak quesadilla from Chipotle

I'm sitting in film class, waiting for a guest lecturer to begin, and I've finally realized that I am the only person here without friends. Which is fine, because usually people are just whispering about random foreign films that I haven't seen (and umm have no desire to see), but I've started to feel like a wallflower. Strange. I'm slowly making friends with two women that always sit in front of me, and are approximately 84, so that could be really promising. My dilemma might be that I walk into class every Thursday with Starbucks, while every film major knows that only the cool kids go to Oren's. Oren's usually tastes like bitter cat piss, so I stay away. Yes, I'm guessing what bitter cat piss tastes like.

We're watching a film from Palestine/Israel/France (Chronicle of a Disappearance), and how a film can be from all three of those countries at once is a little baffling.


There's a new episode of Off The Map on Hulu, and I'm mildly considering asking this professor if we can screen that instead. I don't think she'll accept such a wonderful proposition, but a boy can dream.

Currently eating: bacon, egg, & cheese breakfast sandwich from Starbucks