Knee High Socks

I'm home now, and I'm pretty excited for sleeping in my own bed with my own pillow. Somehow, I thought watching "Mean Girls" would be a good idea. I haven't seen it, and I thought for some reason it might be interesting in a "Movie for ambient light" way. I am very wrong, and I find myself distracted by all girls in low cut shirts. Silly Lohan, could you be any worse at acting? I wonder if her cocaine problem is stemmed from her awful acting, let's assume for the best.

I got some sweet records from a place called "Zulu Records" in Vancouver, "Something to write home about" from the Get Up Kids, and the first record from the Flaming Lips "Hear it is", that was apparently re-issued on vinyl. White vinyl to boot. I'm pumped to throw it on the 'ole' phonograph.

I got "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" by Philip K. Dick so once I am done "The Dharma Bums", which was recommended to me by a good friend, then it's off to follow the humble Bladerunner on a zany adventure.
This is an awful post, and I am kinda tired so it will no doubt be editing it later. In other news, Mean Girls is actually pretty funny when the plot is not progressing. Lorne Michaels is really funny.