I don't want to be friends

Sigh...love me tender.
Awkward.

Going into this week with an open mind. Really open. Like trannies on a donkey open. You dig me? I am currently listening to a cover of Bad Romance sung by Jared Leto, one of the greatest actors of all time. That's right, I said it. He rivals Jack Nicholson and Daniel Day-Lewis. Have you seen Chapter 27!!?? Watch it!

My schedule this week looks like I have nothing to do but really I do. I have to write a paper that is due Friday @ 1pm about The Song of Roland and some other story about that one guy but I haven't really started on either of them and I'm not really sure how I'm going to pull this one off. How can anything be accomplished with the sun shining and everything beautiful and warm and delicious? I do thrive in muggy weather with rain and darkness and shallow deep meanings but the sun is starting to make me wilt which I kind of enjoy. My homework doesn't enjoy it, however. Why are the girls who live next door to me always speaking Angolian so loudly? What are you saying?!

So to all my butta friends out there (which I doubt there are any), I made some chocolate butter three days ago and it was magical. What would to serve chocolate butter with? Cinnamon bread? Short bread cookies? Is that too much? I think I'm going to make some this week for my buddy Natalie's birthday. Would she like lemon butter or honey butter? I would like honey because lemon is sour. But I do love me some LEMONS!