You Don't Realize How Spiky Rosemary is Until it's Stuck in Your Throat

Today was really long.  Monday's at Duke you have all your classes for forty-five minutes.  So you feel like you've been in school forever.  Not to mention if your sister Alice has to go in at ungodly 7:30.  She gets mad cause I complain about it but it's really annoying.  Anyway.  Today in arts block I had to be with the second years, the majority of whom I don't like.  Most of them are fashion obsessed-conceited-rude girls.  And I can live with them, I just don't like to.  I'm watching Cracker.  It's so addicting I love it.  Robbie Coltrane is hella-tight.

I love Michael Chabon.  I haven't been able to read any books because they're a little long for me but I love his voice.  His story on The American Life was so good.  My friends laugh at me because I have crushes on writers not Adam Brody.  I can't help how I feel.

They also laugh at how much I know about
Buffy
Paul Feig
David Sedaris
The Beatles
George Harrison
Ira Glass
The Wainwright's in general
Brent Runyon
The Coen Brothers
Judd Apatow
Freaks and Geeks
Mike White
Todd Snider

And a lot more.  But there laughing is more like slapping me on the back and saying, "Margaret, you're like Joan Cusack,"  or just, "You're a nerd."

Nice, huh?

There's this girl my friend and I call Chesty LaRue (for obvious reasons) and she totally skipped Health Class today.
C'mon Chesty!