What would I do without...

1. Crazy men.
2. Crazy men in military uniforms.
3. Crazy men in military uniforms who sleep on exercise machines at the gym.


Believe it or not all three of these categories are completely separate from one another. While most people would be perturbed if they had to deal with these oddeties day in and day out, I wonder where my life would be without them? What kind of person would I be if hobos didn't follow me home? Probably a way less interesting one, that's for sure.

In OTHER news, I've finally done it. I've signed my soul over to Twitter. These days if you don't have one, its almost as if you don't exist. I JUST got used to the idea of having (and checking) my facebook on a regular basis what with its constant status updates and applications... and now... Twitter is demanding my presence.

While I joined Twitter for my best friend, I will continue to sign on for Nicole Richie's updates. If you don't have a Twitter, she is the only valid inspiration. Then again, you don't have to set up a Twitter to stalk, I mean... follow... no maybe I mean stalk, her.

Essentially that's what we're doing right? There is a little button on the top of everyone's page and it says "follow", but what you're doing is getting their every thought and movement sent directly to your page for you to pour over at your convinence. You can even get their updates sent to your phone so you can know what they're doing at EVERY MOMENT; I.E. stalking them.

I think if Tyra Banks' stalker had just used Twitter he'd be in a lot less trouble.


By the way, if you feel like stalking me, or you already are and would just like a new way to do so, FOLLOW me on Twitter, http://twitter.com/urladyluck =] !

Everyone wants me, few can open my car door.

Instead of walking the five long oh-so-shady blocks to school yesterday, I decided to drive and park on the street across from campus. I had some time to kill so I sat in my car going over my study guide (to no avail, I failed that test miserably). A few minutes into my studying, I realized a very grubby looking homeless man was hobbling his way through the mists of his insanity down the street towards my car.

I have a very good record with creepy people, as you will learn in time through this blog.

I of course, upon seeing the dirty man (who seemed to be having a very good conversation with the people in his head), made sure all of my doors were locked. I assumed that I should be pretty safe since it was still light out, and he probably couldn't see me through his schizo-attack. He wasn't looking at me... so, why would he all of a sudden, right?

Wrong. He keeps on his merry way until he reaches my passenger door and then all of a sudden snaps into the here and now and lunges toward my car door and proceeds to try and open it and wave at me. He most definitely wanted to eat my brains, or at least get into my car and molest me.

He only keeps this up for all of ten seconds (long enough for a person with less creep-experience to piss their pants), and then falls back into his glazed over misty look and turn, just as quickly as he lunged at my car, and hobble away.

All in a days work I'm sure.


Marion 0. Creeps of the world 5 billion.

Tell me how long before the last one? Tell me how long before the right one?

Soy Milk.
Peanut Butter.
Oatmeal.


When I was a kid, I hated all of these things. As an adult, these are the staples of my life. I wonder, have I actually grown to like these edible items? Is this the cause of that sophisticated pallet the wise adults tell you you'll gain in your old age? Or is it just the economic recession?

Reduced Fat Peanut Butter was 1.99 at Target last night. I bought two bottles.

Affordable just tastes so damn good.