Do you ever have moments when you feel like the biggest flake in the world? Well, I do...and they are not fun.

Perhaps it isn't me -- perhaps it is the people who make me feel like a flake that are really the a-holes. Geez, maybe I'm just 'misunderstood.' OR maybe I just am incapable of being fake and that is what gets me into trouble.

GOO! Girls just wanna have fun! In the words of David Yunker and South Park, "Whatever, Whatever I do what I want!" By the way, David...where is my damn e-mail!

I've also realized that I have road rage.

Today driving home from UMSL two 10-year-old punks ran into the middle of the road and started hitting each other with hockey sticks. Well, they jumped out in front of this old man's car (he totally had a disabled sticker too), which was in front of my car. So what do I decide to do...roll down my window and curse at them. Then I shot them a dirty look through my new black movie star sun glasses -- but the glasses are so big that I don't think they could see my expression.

I find myself pining for London, Spain, Paris wherever...lazing on the front steps of some really old church eating lemon gelato in Italy. Damn I had it good for 4 months. Enough of this rambeling.

Yes, I did just watch a full 2 hours of 'Pimp My Ride'. I am still don't understand how the creative geniuses at MTV got and 'kept' my attention, BUT that show rocks! Now I want to know how, or better yet, who funds these HUGE projects. And I want to know how the people don't know in advance that they've been picked to be pimped. This could make for a really fun clip - too bad there is no way in hell MO JO would be interested.

My other guilty pleasure of the week, The Devil Wears Prada. Stiglich claims that Miranda Priestly (the bitchy boss of the magazine) is modeled after the editor of VOGUE. I dunno about that one but the book does sort of make me fear for my future in the magazine world.

UMSL class began on Tuesday, well that is when I finally found I-70 and my classroom. Art class should be an easy A but BORING as hell. My teacher showed us a slide of the Venus of Willendorf -- this tiny statue of a fat naked woman with a head but no face. The statue is from pre-historic times and supposedly represents fertility. Anyway, she prattled on about the thing for an hour and gave Stonehenge a mere 15 min. Secretly, I think the statue is of my teacher...they bear great resemblance. My other class, Crime and Cinema is AWESOME. We watch movies with crime themes, talk about them and write three 3-5 page papers total. We finished up A Clockwork Orange Thursday.

alright, as you can see this entry is getting looonnngg. Tomorrow should give me some good blog material -- the WHOLE family is coming over for Father's Day...haha.

I can't believe that I've been home for a month and a half! I don't think I really experienced culture shock upon return either. The only thing that I remember being strange was writing checks and tipping bartenders.

My classes begin on Tuesday...so until then I've been spending as much time as I can hanging out with family and friends. The grandparents, the Lake, the Landing and free bowling and beer at Saratoga (I love rush parties!!).

Pat, I know you are reading my blog. You must write me an e-mail with the rest of the details about upstate NY! I want to hear more about this potato gun and roommate.

Alright, enough for this entry -- sorry the blog is lame right now. I got to go figure out what is going on with this BBQ!

Yes, I have been slacking on the posting lately...WHO ME?!?!

I'm sure I'm not the only senior in college beginning to freak out about what I'm going to do with my life, BUT it sure feels like it!

If anyone has any suggestions send them my way. I'm currently jobless and waiting for my general education classes to begin at UMSL. I spend my days sleeping in, on the phone and at the pool. My butt and my arms are finally NOT the same color.

I guess I'm lucky though because I get to enjoy my last real summer vacation. Too bad I won't enjoy senior year because I will have no money and 15 hours of J-school.