7.47 p I've decided where I want to go on my next vacation: Washington Depot, Connecticut. Why Washington Depot, Connecticut? you may be thinking. Well, I'll tell you. Because it's the town that Stars Hollow is modeled after. And if you don't know what Stars Hollow is, shame on you! Shame, Shame!! It's the town in Gilmore Girls. And I want to live there. In Stars Hollow that is. Alas, it is not a real town, but visiting Washington Depot, CT will come darn close to living in Stars Hollow. Except for the fact that none of the people from the show ACTUALLY live there. Anyways, I'm going to stop talking about Gilmore Girls now in case you think I'm an insane psycho freak. Although, if you do, I don't mind, sometimes I think that about myself. The Cru Ball was good, I was tired when I got home. I think I royally screwed up my sleeping pattern this weekend. Especially with that dang Daylight Savings Time thing going on. Stupid one less hour in a day. Why do they put it on Sunday morning when I have to get up and go to church?!? Luckily, I accidently set my alarm clock an hour early anyways so it all evens out in the end. Wow, life is weird sometimes. I would write about an odd person right now because I doubt anyone actually reads this but then if I do write something like what I want to write, I usually get yelled at by somebody who did read it. Come on people, I would like more than just admitting you read my diary when you disagree with something in it. Lesson for last week: It's always nice to get compliments straight out of the blue so if a really nice thought about someone pops into your head, you should tell them because it just may make their day. For example: Your new haircolor looks nice. You look great in that color. You are an emotional stable person. Et cetera, et cetera. I have an organic chem test tomorrow. I'm not too worried about it. I bought jeans today on ae.com. I used my new AE credit card discount so they were only $25 plus $6 for S & H so I was very happy with that. I'm tired of my old ripped up jeans, even though they are expensive ones and I do actually love them. I think I may have a shopping problem. Or just the beginning of a shopping addiction. Haven't quite reached Shopaholic level yet. Darn? I have to meet my Women's Studies Outrageous Acts Group tonight at the library at 9 PM. Or as I like to call it, Barf-fest 2005. New vocab word from Robin (actually, a sort-of older one): QUAL -- (adjective) being of superior quality. Examples: This organic chemistry learning process is high qual or Tuna Helper is not qual you know you love me ;)