A bird, a plane.

This week is very pivotal, being the week of my job training, and the week I officially became part of Loyola University. And it definitely feels like the beginning of the rest of my life. As I spoke to my adviser, he flat out told me that I got a lot on my plate. He said to only take two classes at a time in order to do well. Three at the most, and two classes each summer. So I will not get a vacation for three more summers. Tack that on to the past four summers that I did vacation either. Weekends are going to be filled with homework, since I have to jet to class the moment work is over. Classes don't end until nine at night. I don't even know when I'm going to eat. I knew it'd be like this. I asked for it. But even when I graduate I have to take the three to five years it takes to get a PsyD. It scares me because I feel like I have to set everything but work and school aside until I'm about thirty. This better turn into something good if I'm never going to get married or cultivate friendships. =/ 

Cute. Funny. And there's a little something for you too, *NSYNC fans.

I'm sure there are more, and I'm not even sure those are the song titles. But every time I turn on my car at least Taylor or Maroon 5 is playing on the radio and I'm like, "Dammit!! I know what you mean, pop star! We are EXACTLY THE SAME." I need a CD player. 

Unless she actually calls me. 

On Gossip Girl. To answer my own question, it is not good.

Watching the pilot of Gossip Girl. Is this show any good?

A real one with benefits and no cash register! Cloud nine!