"omg...this mirror is whack! THERE'S A HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FACE!!!"

hey kiddos. its 2:20 in the morning, and, as you probably guessed it, this night owl (me) is unable to sleep; so, what better to do that blogiddy blog blog! hmm...lemme think...i know there's plenty of stuff for me to talk about.

let me start of by saying my blog is being totally fucked. granted i was/am very grateful to HOTTTANG (aka hot thang) for making me a new template, but i am beginning to get frustrated as my template has disappeared and i cannot publish anything i want to. the picture at the top isn't showing, and i have two counters randomly scattered on my blog...wah! *crawls up in ball in pisses on self* (not really) i wish it were all better! :(

the other day, i received a letter from my "Ethnic Counselor" at Yale...yes, believe it- my "ethnic counselor"; so if i need any "counseling" on being ethnic, (black to be specific), i'll have someone to go to...which is ESSENTIAL to having a good college experience. i also read a letter from my "Big Sib" at Yale. so that makes two so far: one big sib, and one ethnic counselor. i wonder what else i'll get...! maybe a "food counselor", fortasse (latin for 'perhaps') a "sex counselor" or "blow job counselor"...i can only hope! *wishes*

yale is getting more and more exciting. aside from having the tightest Residential Colleges, Branford, i'm excited about having the time of my life. i really haven't heard ANYTHING bad about yale from yalies.

for those of you who do not know what a Residential College is, here is a self-made tutorial:

RESIDENTIAL COLLEGES 101

a residential college is a fancy way of describing what they do in Harry Potter. the entire student body is randomly distributed into 1 of 12 r. colleges that the student is affiliated with for the next 4 years. like in H. Potter, the Ravenclaws live with other Ravenclaws and have social gatherings (such as the revered Ravenclaw Orgy) together...they eat together and pretty much hang out with one another...but they also get to go to classes with other Slytherins and Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. they have Quidditch matches against each other (like us Yalies have intramurals against other r. colleges), and we predominantly mate with other members of our college (jk). so anywho, at yale, the r. college system, each of which has about 350-500 students, creates a really, tight-knit mini-community to bond within...biblically that is. i'm hella excited!! check out what my residential college, Branford, looks like here (let the thing load, click the orange tab that says "Habitat" on the side bar...and yes...that is my residential college!).

i will be living in a four person suite in, ironically, Vanderbilt Hall. Recently renovated, i will be sharing a double with one kid from CA (who has not yet contacted me *frowns*). the suite is broken up into a common room, 2 doubles and a shitter, shower, and sinks. we are totally spoiled. *smiles* (but then again, the parental units are paying 32K to send me there...so i guess i deserve to have an amazing suite!...and an amazing education...and an amazing set of sexy professors)

neenee, bapple, and i are leaving for chicago in less than 6 days. i'm really psched...i invented this game called "the Andrea Game, Pt II" where we all close our eyes and touch each other for fun. *glows with excitement* we're gonna play all night.

to faniel wcislo: i did some research, and discovered that upenn is, indeed, an ivy league. i had no idea!! i thought that only princeton, harvard and yale were ivies...well, they are the most important ones i guess. sorry for making such a careless blunder! but it was understandable, i mean, penn is down there with cornell and dartmouth! no wonder i missed it!! *laughs in a maniacally british accent*

i'm listening to damien right now...it's tight. its awesome 'chill out'/'rub one out' music. go here to learn about him and, even, buy his CD.

i guess i'm not as bad A as i thought. i was talking to neenee about when she leaves for college. it's really hitting me. i'm going to have to leave all my best friends, dane...tyler...buford, for college. and...i admit, it'll be a little bit tough. will i cry? who knows, i doubt it, but i might. its fun to get trash-ily emotional about things. i'm going to really miss this "style" of life, but i am really glad to be growing up. its about time...its about time to get loose and fuck everyone in the damn northeast coast---wait-- i meant to say that its time to learn things academically and become a scholarly scholar (yeah- that's right, a scholarly scholar is more scholar-ful than a scholar or an unscholarly scholar).

my knee really hurts from falling on the ice. *yelps in pain* and my ____ really hurts from all that ____ing.

gradually, i feel like i am gaining a better taste in music. when its all said i done, i hope to develop an undeniably supercalifragilisticexpialidocious taste in music. i would also love to be a sommelier...that would be hella tight (for all you average people, a sommelier is a seasoned wine taster who is in charge of choosing the wines to accompany your dishes in a restaurant). too bad i'm too 'allergic' to alcohol to be a lush. but i doooo love the cheese that goes with my whine!

i wish people would call me more. my cell phone feels so empty. i swear, it is only used to call other people *cries*. i am so unwanted...well, not really. people like me...people like me...people like me...*breathes in deeply and counts to ten*

ok ok. so i've bitched enough in my novel for the day. but--hey!--it's better to write in my blog than kill a kitten (tehehe) or smoke a joint (from a bong that i did not make...) *wink*

i'll catch ya'll later on the fliggity siggity (and by " fliggity siggity", i mean HELL...MWAHAHA)