We are going to eat lunch in the dorm cafeteria today and it.will.be.awesome. 

On the National Geographic Channel today, a show about heroin is currently playing, next is Taboo: Drugs, followed by a program on LSD, then “Marijuana Nation,” and finally a show about Discovering Jesus later this evening.  I chuckled on this inside at this line-up.  (OHMYnastiness– they are currently talking about these drug mules in Nigeria who swallow 90 condoms full of heroin for a run.  It takes a lot to turn my stomach, but that is extremely unsettling.)

TONIGHT, ladies and gents, TAYLOR LAUTNER, the sweet sexy fine underaged kid from Twilight is hosting SNL.  Be still, my heart.  I don’t know that I’ve actually ever heard him speak, or that I want to, so perhaps I’ll just watch it on mute.  If the SNL writers know what’s up, they will find a way for him to be shirtless in every sketch.

I’ve realized I’m treating my departure to Germany as I will never be coming back.  The mental list of things I want to do in Iowa City before I leave is quite lengthy.  Last night I remembered that Mesa pizza exists so will definitely be hitting that up.  NPH and I have apple brats on the menu at some point, probably followed by kumbaya-ing while holding hands on the couch, sobbing to The Departed and drinking BBQ sauce straight out the bottle.  Not that that’s ever happened.  But really wouldn’t be that weird to anyone around us if it did.

Oooh, congrats former heroin addict girl.  She’s been clean for almost eight years.  Apparently now she’s taken to riding subways alone in Detroit, staring out the window and contemplating how much better her new sober life is while melancholic piano music plucks along in the background.  Or perhaps that’s just how NatGeo TV sets up these ridiculous re-enactments.

I have officially run out of clean pants.  Since I am currently umemployed and have no academic obligations save for a final at 7:30 am on Wednesday, this isn’t really a problem.  I would like to throw up some mad props to Lada Gaga for making optional pants-wearing so much more socially acceptable.