Dylan told me he's sick. I think this is a sign that he's cheating on me.

Dear Blog,

You still are my only friend.

Today I found out that I have to be Monica in my stupid EAS friends' representation of Friends. Monica is the worst. The only reason why I'm Monica is because I'm not ditzy like Pheobe and I'm not devastatingly gorgeous like Rachel. Screw Friends.

Tonight I went to the Second City show. It was clooowwwnnninnng. It's hard to pick a favorite part. I definitely liked the song about gay marriage. There were some good sexual jokes. I actually thought they covered a lot of interesting social issues. My friends were there....they are fun.

I just forgot everything else I was gonna say...like seriously. No idea....

I'm back on the meds now...I think I'm immune to them cause I don't feel dizzy anymore.

I'm going to shed a single tear because I stillll don't know how to do the mass ratio problem on the 290D CHIP. Is there no justice in this world?

On a positive note: I am done contouring...I finished this morning. It was the happiest moment of my life. Now all I have to do is write up a formal lab report about weather or something. Sadly I know nothing about the weather but a lot about what it takes to keep a marriage working (way to go Trapp family!). I'll definitely work with my husband. If i ever find someone crazy enough to marry me...we can study the Gaea system together.

Peace Blog. I love you again, my friend.

Kyle Miller Mumford