I'm currently drooling over Chris Marquette in Graduation. He really sports the hair, the brow rings and the Iggy Pop tattoos well. Thinking about adopting the same look for myself.

I'm having serious nightmares

The shock has mostly passed. One of the better things about being me is that I have selective memory. I can, at will, erase or preserve certain memories. During finals, my brain temporarily retains information, but come summer vacation, it is a place where useful information is lost forever and never found. For this particular incident, I did some damage control by forceful erasing. Thanks to my abilities, my recollection of that night is now draped thick with a haze. When I do get flashes, I wonder if it actually happened; it feels like I'm remembering something out of a dream.

Still, inevitably, I throw up a little bit in my mouth.

Meager Expectations

If you look back on some of my blog posts, you will learn that I have tried to "start-over" many, many times. I can't say that I really abided by my ridiculous, self-established rules, so I'm calling it quits. We all know where I end up either way: on my couch, living on television and tacos. It's just hard to run away from who you really are.

The difference between seeing someone on-screen and seeing someone in the flesh.

Tonight, I fell in love with Demetri Martin.

FML: 원더걸스 미국진출

Sorry to burst your bubble, Korea, but the word "ghey" comes to mind when I hear your American version of "Nobody". I am actually dying from embarrassment.

Just because you inject easy Korean 101 phrases into your song does not mean it will catch on with xenophobic tweens in America. Nice try, though. Maybe sometime in the future, they'll ease into your hackneyed pop-Engrish bullshit.