Marathon Monday!!! Big congrats to Mike Fasano, my goddamn hero for running 26 miles today. If I told that boy a year ago he'd be running in this thing, he would have laughed his ass off. Good for him, I've never seen such discipline.

Speaking of discipline, could I have had less of it this weekend? I was in NYC visiting my peeps (I don't actually ever say that), and the entire two days were relatively a blur. Sorry to be a bad influence, all, but I'm 23 and an excellent self-moderator on tolerance. It was just the kind of weekend I needed before this whole crazy week of ridiculous fun and happiness. Nice. I couldn't even begin to portray how amazing this week will be.

So, I apparently, Real World may not be showing this Tuesday, but they may be airing some hook-up special. Back on the ten spot for Lori for her lame-ass, hardly existent crush on roommate Kevin (who needs to call me back.) You can all see that totally NON-kiss in the club. I feel like it's so obvious that my head is down to the left, not up to the right kissing Kevin. Well, with my thick, luxurious hair it's so hard to tell which way I'm facing, right? Not.

OH OH OH, I have news, I HAVE NEWS!! So, I stopped by good 'ol Greenwich Village to check out my old pad. I went to Dave's deli, saw Sam (the best deli sandwich maker in all New York), and buzzed up to my old home to see if i could get a look around. Sam comes out and tells me why no one is there to answer the door. The reason why no one is there is because the person who lives there travels quite a bit. The reason she travels quite a bit is because she's SANDRA BULLOCK!!!!!!!! Yes, I believe Sandra Bullock lives in my goddamn home, and that is too fucking cool. Apparently, she's a big fan of the show (which indeed weirds me out), and maybe she saw it, wanted to live there, and then bought it for that reason. That's crazy to me, it really is. She knows who I am. I wonder if she hates me. It can really go either way when it comes to me. She could think I'm cool or she could find me real annoying. I can be kind of annoying. Whatever, you all know this. Well, I like Sandra Bullock. I'm psyched.

Speaking engagement tonight at RI College with Kelley (RW9), Chris (RW11), and Colin (RW8). I have to say, I'm nervous. Don't know if I'm any good at these, but I want to be. I'm afraid they'll ask me to sing. They've asked me to sing before. I have no problem performing when it's a situation where I'm supposed to be singing, but when someone is like, "Sing," I get nervous. I prepared something just in case this time: Pink's version of "Misery." Let's just hope they don't ask, my throat isn't doing that well today. It's so strange to me how nervous I get before walking on a stage, but how alive I feel when I'm finally on it. Cheesy, but true. Whatever, wish me luck tonight.

And wish a safe flight for a hottie.