attn: boy in class.

Y U NO STOP POPPING COLLAR?

sidenote:

 i'm obsessed with Y U NO.

like really.

i almost had a heart attack on friday

due to excessive retweeting/laughing.

finding out snape has a twitter made my day.

mostly because i stumbled upon this. 

spicy [creepy] spicy. 

wednesday thoughts.

wtf...
did that really just happen?
really?

bought nutella for the 

first time in my life yesterday.

#winning.

sometimes i like to text/blog/email

in tweet-speak.

#becauseilikeitooookkaayy?

attn: @lord_voldemort7

i love you.

i think i just peed my pants.

my.life.is.complete.

oh hey friday, when'd you get here?

 today i checked my tweeter.

guess who's following me?

uuuhh...whhhhat?!

i'd like you to note that i am not following the former/current mrs. pratt.

first mr. kingston, then the hoff and now miss montag.

i feel so fortunate to have the truly elite of hollywood stalking my tweets.

aaand for those of you who couldn't detect it,

that last statement? 

it was dripping in sarcasm.

climbing the ladder to stardom

david hasselhoff is following me on twitter.

...

the hoff is following me.

what's great is after a 7 second stalk-out i came upon this particular tweet:

i didn't even have to follow him.

that's right,

 brizzle doesn't the follow the hoff, the hoff follows brizzle.

{wicka whhhhat?!!}

this is better than the time i found out sean kingston was following me.

like omg! i'm like famous...!

i23r9pu*

seriously i feel so fuh-REAKING legit.

i'm sorry i keep talking about myself.

but i just had to tell someone.

i'm famous.

here's why. 

so i log on to twitter

{yes i have a twitter. don't hate.}

and i see this:

my first thought.

"omg. omg omg."

so i click on the link

and scroll down to my featured tweet.

i felt so legit being included with all the other
new gap logo haters. 

but seriously, gap! what are you smoking?!!

why on earth would you change your logo

to something a three year old can draw?

if you, like i, hate the new crap gap logo

you'll LOVE this. 

*there is no symbolism behind this title.  i just let my fingers go crazy on the keyboard.

please&thankyou

I like to think that as I've gotten older, I've matured.  I noticed this when I realized that I no longer waste my precious study time on facebook.  MSN was soo High School.  And although Twitter is a necessary evil for my Principles of Journalism class, I hardly spend any time on that either.  

No.  I have found a new way to throw away my time.

Window shopping.

{Online}

No bueno.  I find myself longing for the items on the screen. 

Enter: my new obsession. 

Tan. Suede. Studded.

oh baby baby.

My obsession with these babies is not healthy. 

I fear the effects may be permanent.

So please. 

Save a friend. 

Donations are currently accepted and always appreciated.