Thursday is a long ass day.

The past two nights I have fallen asleep at 10 and 9. I passed out while watching the Pistons game at Dave's. I woke up around 11 and was like 'Yeah I should go home.' This whole 8am business....killing me. I have no time for Facebook anymore. Que lastima!

I have a newfound appreciation for Yoplait yogurt. I've always loved yogurt, mostly because my mother rations an 18-pack like we're in WWII times. Now they sell it at the school's cafeteria, next to the gross Dannon. Fruit on the bottom? Why is it at the bottom? It's all mushy and then you get these weird lumps going on...no, thanks. Yoplait's containers suck, though. It's extremely difficult to get the little scoops at the bottom. Still. Yoplait and Mountain Dew. Delicious lunch.

Anyway, there are talks to a Sex & The City movie sequel. My heart jumped for about two seconds. And then I remembered the movie. Big & Carrie got married. Miranda is happily married to Steve. Charlotte has babies. Samantha turns 50. It was a great ending. All the loose ends are tied up. And necessary after Carrie came back to NYC from Paris dating Big. What else could possibly happen?!?!?! NO NO NO. NO SEQUEL. I don't want to know. I want them to live their lives in fantasy NYC. But of course I'll see it. It's necessary.

My birthday is Saturday. 23. You know what's cool about your 23rd birthday? Nothing. I have a dentist appointment and I work. Then Dave and I are going to the UM/Northwestern basketball game in Ann Arbor. My birthday gift is a "three-pronged attack", he says. The game is one part. I have done process of elimination to try to figure out my gift. I know for sure it is NOT:
-lotion, candles or stuffed animals.
-an engagement ring (I Jokingly asked, letting him know that, if it was, I'd freak out. In a very very bad way. Because that would be ridiculous.)
-something I won't like.

So yeah. I'm really anxious to see what it is.

Flying cars are here.

Last but not least, Kevin Federline is going to be on Dancing With the Stars. Not that I ever watched it in the first place. Now I really won't watch. If you're looking for a good laugh courtesy of the abomination named Popozao by K-Fed, download that song. It's horrible, horrible, horrible.