holy shit. (aka - why me?)

can they even do that? what the hell is going on? i don't even know what the hell it is i wanted to write about now that i've seen that my self-indulgent little foray into blogging has been punished by the spamming gods. what the fuck is all that? thirteen comments?? (well, eleven i guess.... unless trixie and beverly are just coincidental aliai).
i'm really insulted by this. or...something. i guess it's just the price i have to pay for being an exquisite blogger.
tailor-made-for-me radio = my new favorite thing. it's like a little adventure. some old favorites. some things i never heard of. some things i heard of but never heard. some things that make me say, "how did they know i like this?!?!" with jubilation. once in awhile something not so great, but then you tell them you don't think it's so great and they apologize and promise not to play it again. word.
letterboxing = my other favorite new thing. why didn't i start doing this sooner? now i'm an addict.
what else what else? i'm a little manic, having just returned from my first class in two years. school is such a strange thing. registering for this class last week gave me such a rush. i didn't even mind having to do the whole back and forth bureaucracy thing. i was just on some sort of high walking around campus with a sense of purpose. reality has set in since then, of course. and i definitely got overwhelmed and worried that i was just too dumb and that i wouldn't be able to hack it at some point during class tonight.
man...all the raving i just did about pandora and now they are playing me this terrible and depressing song. i don't like it, but i have to keep listening to it to see where the lyrics are going ("dear claudia" by southfm? i have no idea, but don't listen to it. it just finished and the bottom line is that it sucks).
and this version of "game of pricks" is definitely not the one i am used to....