Melissa Joan Fart.

Oh man. Spamalot is so great.

Had a good Easter weekend. I went to see "Thank You For Smoking" with Emily, Amy, and Daniel on Friday evening, which was an amazingly good time. Then I lounged around with my siblings and had a few Easter egg hunts on Sunday. And by that, I mean that my cousin chased me around the yard for half an hour trying to mug me for my eggs.

Less than three weeks until the end of school! And then I'll be off to sunny Centerville for a fun-filled summer stuck in the photo lab of the Wal-Mart on Wilmington Pike, with any luck. I have an interview Thursday that I have to drive all the way down to Dayton for, and hopefully I'll get the job.

Corey Close has brought me to the light by informing me that the phrase "Melissa Joan Fart" will never not be funny.

Mini-Entry.

Not studying enough for tests sucks. At least I still have good grades.

I'd write more, but I'm currently in a coma induced by The Flaming Lips. Everybody listen to my last post, and also go buy The Soft Bulletin. The best $12 I've ever spent, without a doubt.

Hotttt List.

Hmm... Not much to say. Lots of schoolwork, but life is still great. Had the 48-Hour Film Festival last weekend and it was a total blast. Lots of people made the Hot List. Oh, and I found boxed sets of Xena: Warrior Princess online for only $30 each. Matt's giving himself a little early Christmas present. Also, Chuck's prom is this weekend, and I'm taking my sister. Trashy-glamorous siblings? Yes, please.

Oh, and At War With The Mystics is awesome. Go buy it. Now.