so then this one time

So then this one time I started a whole blog just to keep track of my song lyrics, lexi-lyrics.blogspot.com. Yes, I know it compromises my secret identity. I don't actually care that much. Sorry if that spoils the fun, ey.

Things are going pretty decently. I dropped SID and SFA, to focus my time on my political endeavors and not failing out of Bio 120. Serious, I'm pretty much preparing myself for a hardcore F. I've never gotten a bad grade before. I'm partially excited about it. The nice thing about life is that I'm applying for an internship for the summer, and since I've only taken one class in my major, I can honestly say my major GPA is 4.00. Sweet, ey?

In other news... bought some chick lit today, because do you ever get those days where you just need to read some cheesy and pointless romance stuff? Meg Cabot is the best writer ever for cheesy romance stuff. Weird day, kids: the BYU Bookstore is totally selling Phillipa Gregory Boyle books in the Fiction section. First, she only writes historical fiction, thanks, and second, her books can be kind of pretty graphic. Learned the hard way, goo goo g'joob. I was slightly shocked.

Hmm... trying to think of other good stories. Saw Across the Universe the other day, FINALLY, and it was SO TRIPPY!!! It was like being on an acid trip, except without the acid (not that I would know from experience). I told one of my Utah friends that today, and she got so confused. Has to ask what acid was. :^P

Basically, the movie is less like a cohesive line and more like a string of connected music videos. The major complaint I've heard is about nudity, and yes, there was enough nudity that maybe it should have been rated R. But the thing with it that was interesting was that it wasn't pornographic, I thought. Really, usually that stuff grosses me out and so forth, but it was really artistic, oddly. More like looking at a Greek statue than a trippy hippie movie. Anyway, I loved it, and now I love the music even more, and PLEASE can Jude join the Church, use a time machine to come to the present, stop being a fictional character, sing me some Beatles songs, and marry me?

Although actually that would probably be a recipe for disaster... I've seriously dated two Judes in the past, and you know, I think I'm more hardcore than Lucy was. In real life, Lucys and Judes just don't work out. So, oh well. Obladi, oblada, am I right?

Well kids, life is so fantastic I can barely handle it. And Harry Reid comes tomorrow! (It's still Monday night in my head)

(I should go to bed)

(my circadian rhythm is so dumb)