March 24 - I can't believe that I haven't updated for three weeks. It's been a pretty busy three weeks, and I'm sorry, for those of you who actually care. I've been working an awful lot, and most of the time that I used to spend fiddling with this hunk of junk is spent talking to my boyfriend now...and if it's not him, than it's the friends that I've been neglecting for him. Also, all of my college friends were home or are now home for spring break, and I have to see them sometime, so...what can I say?

It's funny that I wrote that whole long thing about rap in here a while ago. Why, you ask? Well, because I'm actually beginning to enjoy it a little bit. I've been listening to a little Eve and DMX and Sysqo (or however you spell it) lately, and I actually know all the words to a whole song by Eve. (Love is Blind - I really, really, like that song. Hey yo - I don't even know you and I hate you/See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you/How would you feel if she held you down and raped you - oh, here I go again.) And I can't get enough of that Thong Song. Thighs like what - what - what - baby move yo' butt - butt - butt - ah nigga sing it again she had - damn! What's wrong with me? Before like, three weeks ago, I never listened to rap. I hated rap. But you know...it's fun. I guess I can see that now.

Now, I'm going to ask you guys a really important Question of the Moment, and I want some damn feedback. The question itself is not all that important, but a friend and I actually got into an argument about it. She's *punk*, of course, and so the following conversation makes much more sense when you look at it that way. May I add that neither of us are experts on guitars, although one of us thinks she is, and I'll give you a hint - it's not me.

Her: Who do you think is the greatest guitar player ever?
Me: *thinks* Probably Jimi Hendrix. I really liked his version of the national anthem, and of course Purple Haze, and all that crazy shit he used to do with his guitar. I can't think of anybody better, so -
Her: Well, I think it's Eric Clapton.
Me: Why? I mean, yeah, he's good and everything, but I don't think he's as good as Hendrix was.
Her: *not giving any reason for why she thinks Clapton is so great, by the way* Yeah, because you're programmed to think that Hendrix was.
Me: *going off* What? Okay, why the fuck do you think you know everything about everybody? *mocking* It was the establishment, wasn't it? God! Maybe I just think he was better! Why does it have to be so complicated?

Okay, so what the fuck? I mean, I don't even care who the greatest guitar player ever was. I just think that Jimi was pretty fuckin' good - what's so wrong about that? I guess I'm just a pawn of the establishment, thinking what they want me to think. Such a shame, really. So the question of the moment is: Who is the greatest guitar player of all time? Mail or sign, please.

March 1 - Wow, it's March already. Can you believe how fast the year's going already? Before you know it, it'll be 2015 and Vanilla Ice will (finally!) be eligible to be inducted into the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame. I'm counting the days.

Talk about your busy months! I usually don't let this place go for that long. I've really been slipping lately. But...if you were in my place, so would you. You see, I started my job at Chi-Chi's last week (please, for the love of God, don't ever eat there again - it's the nastiest, most disgusting place I've ever seen in my life, and I've seen and worked in some nasty, disgusting places), I've had some big English shit going on, and I met someone about a week ago who's been taking up a lot of my time. Not that that's a bad thing, in his case - oh, come on, you guys! Please say you won't think any less of me if I gloat! Please? He's hot, he's wonderful, and for some reason, maybe some wack alignment of the sun and stars, he thinks the same about me. So for once, things are going well in that area. Things are really going pretty well, period. I mean, besides my nasty new job and my sadistic English teacher, that is.

I saw The Beach on Saturday night. Now, listen carefully: if you are anything like me and male, you will hate it. If you are anything like me and female, you'll hate it, too, but it will have been worth it to see Leonardo DiCaprio's half-naked, newly-buff physique for 119 minutes straight. I don't hate any movies, because I always find something to enjoy in all of them, but this movie was really not that great. Sure, the scenery is beautiful, there are funny parts, and of course, Leonardo DiCaprio looks good as hell, but the rest of it is really not worth it. I mean, in one part, they actually made it look as if the movie were a video game in order to better represent the state of mind that our hero was in. That was the stupidest 30 seconds of cinema that I've ever seen in my life. So the bottom line is that if you don't have a burning, lustful obsession with Mr. DiCaprio, or even think he's kind of cute, it's not worth seeing. As I said, it was 119 minutes long, but it felt longer than Titanic. If it's long enough for your ass to fall completely asleep, as in not being able to feel it anymore, then it's too damn long.

Nothing's new today, except that I started a new month in here, but come on, people, what do you want from me? God, nothing's ever good enough for you, is it? I try, and I try, and I try some more, and still it's just not good enough, is it? (This coming from the girl who gets like, 10 hits a day. I'm really feeling that whole begging-for-more vibe, really.)