We'll always have Paris

While at my friend Jenny's house last night, I began perusing her copy of this weeks US (a treat for me, since I only buy In Touch- it's cheaper and offers pretty much the same information). In this said magazine, I came across an interview with Paris Hilton re: her breakup with Mr. Nick Carter. Honestly, I could care less, but I read on anyway. And this is what made me laugh out loud (LOL for you IM'ers)- she said that after she broke up with him (over the phone, mind you) she went to the Kabballah center and got a new bracelet. What? I'm confused. Now I know all it takes to get a piece of red string is a trip to your nearest Target. Or yarn store. But the thought that she went to the center, told her sob story, and a group of people (this is how I imagine it) decreed that she deserved a new bracelet...well, this, this is weird. Isn't it? It's like instant salvation. I don't know much about Kabballah, but is it a religion, a way of life, what? I guess I just don't get the whole bracelet earning process. And frankly, I doubt I'm going to look into it. What if they suck me in? I don't want to drink the kool-aid! Okay, I'm done with that. In other news, I didn't sleep well last night. I was tossing and turning and about 5 in the morning, just decided to lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. What was I thinking about? I can't remember, but I bet it was profound, like pondering human existence or what I'll look like when I lose 5 more lbs or why fat free milk always seems to go bad quicker than 2 %. I always wonder what other people think about. Ashley and I asked that question (to each other) in regards to our landlord. All she does is sweep our apt complex, all day, every day. What's going on in that crazy head of hers? Last night as I sat on the steps smoking a cigarette, I could feel her eyes piercing the back of my head with every flick of the ash. As for me, I'm usually thinking about myself. Well, something going on in my life. I think that's normal, right? If not, then I guess I'm just self-centered. I'm almost 25, it's too late for me to change.
Reagan