||[Nov. 29th, 2006|11:21 am]
This really cracked me up. I was talking with my brother Julian over the phone and he was telling me about the UFO he'd made. So I asked...
Me: Does it fly?
Julian: Ummm, it's made from play-dough and toothpicks...
Hahaha. For some reason that was the funniest reply ever.
I keep coming across my Former-Roommate-From-Hell and her friends on campus. They make spitting noises whenever they pass me. I completely ignore them so they make them louder. This amuses me greatly.
And that's it. I feel relatively happy with how things are, even though things haven't changed much either way. It's just my outlook that was screwy before. Nothing seemed good. Hence: down with pessimism!