Shopping list for the weekend:

Honey
Chocolate Syrup
Whipped Cream
Ski Mask

The quote of the night:

Megan: What time is it?
Me: Three... I mean ten.

In my computer science class (Javascript) we are learning how to program robots for combat. There will be a class wide competition and the winner will win an X-Box (woopty doo... if I win i'll just sell it on e-bay or maybe give it to my cousin) for first place and the second and third place winners will win a $50 gift certificate to the USC bookstore/giftshop, barely enough to buy cardboard sandles down there.

Anyway, so far my robot sucks. It just goes around in circles and practically gets killed by anything. I need to think of a way to make the best robot EVAR! It already has a name... Sexbot, as suggested by Kira. So I have already determined that it will be a ramming robot. And when it wins it will go back and forth, back and forth, doing it's little sex dance for all the other, defeated robots.

But what do you guys think it should do? Nothing outrageous, as I am limited by the stupid program I am using. Just simple suggestions, and if I like your idea, I'll program it in for my robot to do and give you credit in the code (how exciting for you guys!). That is all for now.

Wow... I was feeling way sick last night. But I learned my lesson and I will pass what I learned onto you.

Don't eat a whole box of Certs before you go to sleep... *barf*

Want to know what age you can legally have sex at depending on what state you are in?
Look no further

And now, a joke:
Q: What do UFO's and smart republicans have in common?
A: You keep hearing about them, but never see any.

Lyrics thanks to my friend Matt:
Godsmack: Straight Out Of Line

there's no reason
there's no compromise
change in seasons
living the high life
I don't know you
so don't freak on me
I can't control you
you're not my destiny

straight out of line
i can't find a reason
why i should justify my ways
straight out of line
i dont need a reason
you don't need to lie to me

i'll confess this, you're my tradgety
i paid you to rest this
as fast as you turned on me
gone forever
vanished the memories
this face of pleasure
is masked by your misery

straight out of line
I can't find a reason
why i should justify my ways
straight out of line
I don't need a reason
you don't need to lie to me

lie to me