Unlike most people, I fail in having an herbal essence organic experience. I have used this shampoo for two years now, hoping for the day when I would feel what those chicks on the commercial feel, and I still feel nothing. I mean sure, my nose delights in the fragrance, hell, I even bought the conditioner and use the hair dye, but I still have not felt that climax. I can only hope, that one day, I will no longer be an herbal essence virgin.

Hey everyone. I'm still recovering from the Flyers game. I think I will be ready for tomorrow. Anyway, today was long and boring. I had class and meetings and such.

Abby and I picked our housing and we didn't get what we wanted, but at least we know who we are living with next year. :)

Oh yeah, and I'd like to say hi to the two random guys who posted comments on xanga. You gotta be cool cause you are both Flyers fans. Greg, whoever you are, thanks for thinking I'm hott. LOL :)

I am tired...and grumpy because the rain won't leave. Oh yeah, and the Flyers lost because the Devils are a dirty dirty hockey team and Patrick Elias is gay.

I hate Scott Gomez.

Did I mention that? :P

You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated You're a low maintenance kind of girl... who can hang with the guys Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites. And your dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear. What Kind Of Coffee Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

I'm just a plain ol cup of joe. Hahahahaha.

I found myself on a graffitied street with thugs who stole my friend's random blue bag that I held in my arms. I was searching for something, a person I think, and I couldn't find her. I went to my flute teacher and her husband and asked if they had seen her, or knew how to get to Broad and Ontario, because I couldn't find it. They gave me directions, and I walked down a tunnel to find the street. I passed old creepy construction guys who sang, Van Halen's, "Hot For Teacher" as I carried giant textbooks in my hands. I wryly smiled and passed by them quickly.

I woke up to the sound of gunfire down my street.

Prophetic dream? Not sure. However, I do know that the 7-11 down my corner got knocked over at 6 a.m. this morning. I thought I was back in North Philly, but no, I was at home.

Happy fucking Easter from my ghetto to yours.