I'm going to the mighty Sens hockey game tonight with my dad and sister, so that should provide some excitement for the day. But as of right now, I'm in jeans and a bathrobe with really dirty knotty curly hair. Something should really be done about that, but no, instead I have choosen to sit here and write an entry while surrounded in my aura of grossness. Ahhhh can't you feel how pretty I am right now?

I went to a friend's house Friday night and almost got hit by a car for the 50 gazillionth time in my life. Do I have a large sign on my back saying "PLEASE RUN ME OVER"? It's not like I'm even in a big city with cars zooming everywhere with a 50/50 chance of being smashed into a windshield every day. No no, I'm from a small little suburban town where people drive like FREAKIN' MANIACS on rural streets.