It's a Monday. Monday, fucking Monday. Tell me why I hate Mondays? Sometimes I feel I got to (uh uh) run away I've got to (uh uh) run away from this Monday...

Can't you tell what type of day I had already? Actually, it wasn't half bad. I'm just beating myself up at the moment because of the rather large lunch I had. So much for dieting (again).

And I love how deviously I ditched this blog for a period so all my friends focus their attentions on my livejournal. Now I can freely rant on this forum again. Yay.

It's interesting to note how the moderates only number less than 10% of the population. Had a discussion in government class about how the capturing of Saddam could affect the campaigning strategies of the candidates. Bush will undoubtably use this to his advantage in a desperate struggle to up his approval ratings (and he might be able to since the Democrats aren't attacking the fact that, save ousting Saddam from power, the US has yet to find weapons of mass distruction, chemical weapons, etc.)... Which is ironic since this "evil man" (as Dubbya has so eloquently called him) was supported with money and weapons by his own daddy in the previous decades.

Sorry, I know it's bad form to discuss politics after dinner. Although, technically I have yet to eat dinner since all I've had to eat today was a rather large lunch. I feel very medieval at the moment... sans the plates made of stale bre... Ne'ermind. My lunch consisted of deli meats on crackers.

Need to find time/area to work out.

In other news, I'm... um. Sorry. Dad distracted me by offering to watch Angels in America later.

I think I'll cap this entry for now. I do still have homework to work on, and if I want to get my exercise in I better do it soon before I fall asleep again.

Tah.