Great weekend. First off, two girls told me that I had the best hair. One had dyed her hair black, the other thought I did the coolest things with it like my zigzag part. Didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't a zigzag part, I just had no hair in those spots. kidding. I thanked her profusely, practically mounted her, asked her a few times if she was kidding, then thanked her again. Wow, that felt great.

Well, I'm watching Sorority Life. As a reality television person, I cannot say that I know these girls or that the story I see is accurate or chronological. I will thus speak of this show as purely an entertainment program. I will discuss these people as characters, never claiming a true opinion on them as actual people. That being said, I'm frustrated with said characters. I went back and forth on Jordon, whom I do believe is beatiful. She reminds me of my friend Ali in many ways (only the good ones). I have to say, I like Mara too. I thought I wouldn't be able to care less about her, but as it turns out, I think she's cute and funny. I used to like Candace, but I'm having some issues with this character recently. First off, there is no excuse for kissing the guy your friend likes. "Overly friendly" was how she described herself when she gets drunk. Aahh...the irony. Her drunken "friendliness" made her quite a poor friend indeed. The constant guilty hugging and "I love you"s to Amanda was frustrating as well. You fucked up, leave her alone, but I guess it's a good plan from her side of it. If she leaves Amanda alone for one second, that'll give Amanda the chance to think about it and get upset. As long as Candace remains present, Amanda will be forced to forgive her over and over again. The girl wouldn't even let her sleep alone. Now, I could say how annoying that it, but Candace is really doing what she can to cover her ass, it's Amanda who's letting her get away with it, and that's really fucking annoying. I'm sorry, if anyone deserves to be pissed, it's her, so fucking tell the girl she fucked up and to leave her alone. Tell her you don't trust her because you can't because she admits that when she gets drunk, that's what she does. Amanda deserves what she gets if Candace does it again, and she very well will, but without cameras around, it may be hard to find out. Lucky Candace. Okay, that's all I got on that one. I like the show. I went to an all-girls school, I'm used to that kind of bickering and pettiness. You almost miss it, and that's to Sorority Life, I get to experience it again.

Do you know that these girls have their own show and they didn't even audition or anything? I just couldn't believe it at first, but it's true. You just show up at the rush thing, or whatever that's called (there's no Greek at BC), and you get on the goddamn show, you have your own fucking show. So, everyone rush the next one and you'll be famous. That's all it takes. No auditions, nothing.

So, someone dented my car this weekend pretty badly. Came out to my car and there it was with a note on my window with a name and phone number. So annoying because the car works fine, the doors work fine, but I have to call this dude and get it fixed just because I'm going to sell it one day. Tedious.

Oh, so the neighbor situation is worse than I thought, and I don't know why I'm surprised. I mean, once we finally got rid of the awkward old man, the Irish assassin, the hideous delusional trailer trash, and then finally the Asian space invader, I thought I was in the clear. Then the beer guzzlers move in next door outside my window, which I thought was bad enough until they punched one of my roommates in the eye for being from New York and being a Yankee fan. Okay, I understand loving sports - understand, but not relate. I understand being passionate about it, being really upset when your team loses, being annoyed when someone doesn't share your passionate opinion. If you told me Bjork wasn't talented, I'd definitely put you on my I-will-have-a-hard-time-enjoying-your-company list, but to get into a fight over this Yankee/Red Sox thing, I'm sorry, that's retarted. I know people are crazy about it here, and a fighting spirit is cool with me, not fighting fists. Fucking losers. Now, we don't know what really happened, who is really to blame, how the fight went down, so I'm not really going to blame any one person just yet. In fact, it wasn't really my neighbors, but their friends who came by for the big kegger going on. It could've been friends of friends of friends - you know how parties work, but still, you're responsible for the people you bring, so I'm blaming the neighbors until an apology is handed out.

I had a lot to do today, but after my nap and getting sucked into watching a USA Stephen King movie Rose Red, there isn't much time left to accomplish anything. It was a weird day. I'm going to make a list and make tomorrow a productive day. Ah, boring talk. I'm boring myself.

Okay, I finally heard the story of what really happened with my neighbors. It had nothing to do with Red Sox and Yankees, but whatever, people do really act that way sometimes. Okay, so Colin was over there saying hi, hanging out and then on the way out, they asked where he was from, blah, blah, blah, Yankees fan. So some people start yelling shit, whatever. He's walking into our house and four guys (we're thinking friends of the neighbors) wanted to come into the house because they had seen girls live here and wanted to meet us. Colin tells them it's late and that everyone is going to bed and it's not a good time. They have a hard time taking no for an answer and they throw a beer at my roommate and try to come in the house. A fight breaks out. So, a little later, an actual neighbor comes by to apologize, but then starts walking in my house asking to meet the girls. Sounds shady, but it turns out my roommate Lauren was there and says it's not that bad. She said she didn't feel threatened, and it seemed like the door was open, people all walking in, so he thought he'd come in as well. I don't know, something like that. Conclusion: I don't like the neighbors.