Where is the love?

I was watching Real World Paris today (as well as the Miss Universe pageant), and dude, how dumb is this Real World. I mean, all the other Real Worlds were not nearly as lovesick as this. Okay, dude with the afro, Adam, he needs to get a life. I hate seeing people pining over people they like. I think its dumb. And I hate when I do it. As sad as it is to admit, and I know its hard, but if you have to pine...what's the point? Also Leah. She thinks she's a killer hottie sexmachine, but dude, stop. There is a fine line between confident and cocky, and girl, you're cocky. Cocky for cock. You can't see me, but I'm shaking my head right now. Who else, this Christina girl from Vegas, she's fucking tall. And I have my suspicions that she's Filipino. Because Filipino from Vegas sounds all too familiar and common. Mallorie seems pretty normal. Allegedly she's been called a partygirl by her mother, but its by her mother. I mean, my mom thinks I'm wild and undisciplined...omg. She's just the common Abercrombie girl in my opinion. Ace is just the party guy. He's hot. So hot. Oh, so hot. Chris is cool because he's from Boston and he has a hot bod.

Hot bod. Doesn't that sound a little odd/funny? It does to me. So does, "I have the hots for __________" That is so Saved By the Bell. I still can't get over when people say I'd do her/him. Its like, whoa...I didn't even ask you if you would. How about Mya's "My Love Is Like Whoa," I was telling my sister that, omg, she is soooooo like deeep...i mean, whoa? That's just beautiful. =P I can attack all night folks, but I have Spanish homework that is hollerin my name. And I don't want to, but I have to carry my Calculus book around tomorrow or else I don't get to take the last final until the day we're actually supposed to take it. ARGH...Calculus sucks. I'm so glad that tomorrow is the last final for that class. Then smooth sailing from there. My mom was trying to make me go to sleep at 11. I hate that. "Go to sleep now." Shit. NO, the night is mine. There are few things in this life that I actually consider to be mine (well not as property, but as you know...my favorites) and that's Summer and night time. I love the night. I love Summer. Summer means I can let go of whatever, because its Summer, you kind of have to. So you're insecure about how you look, are you going to wear a sweater all Summer? And night. Night is just the most liberating time, when that sun goes down, so do all the inhibitions. People say the freaks come out at night, and while I'm not a freak...I kind of like the idea. That people that you wouldn't actually see during the day...or facets of people you wouldn't encounter during the day, you find in the night. Unless they're like sexual predators, then I'd contact the police upon meeting them. But otherwise, I love seeing different aspects of people.