Horrible news alert:
Mario, my favorite American Idol contestant, has left the show for "personal reasons."
It all seems very questionable and sketchy. But, then again, it just wouldn't be exciting if there wasn't some sort of scandal. I bet the producers payed him to give some lame excuse to leave in order to generate interest, as if their ratings weren't high enough already. I guess I'll get over it and develop and new favorite. As if the producers have left me with another choice. I wish they hadn't brought back Nikko though. I don't like him. He's creepy.
I had a pretty laid back, boyfriend-free weekend for the first time in I don't even know how long. It seemed odd at some level, especially since he interpreted "down time" as "we couldn't talk at all" time, and did not call me (nor did I call him...battle of the wills, people) for the entire weekend. We are both extremely stubborn, so who knows if we will ever speak again.
Also: PMS reached it's all time peak last night. I hate to use it as an excuse (but I will), but it really does send me soaring and turn me into a very different person (pathetic, blubbering, very VERY angry) for one week out of the month. It's intensity is varying and this month, the week of PMS gets 5 stars.
When I pulled into my driveway after eight hours of laying on my cousin's couch and watching bad/Lifetime movies and eating Chinese food (Thanks Smartygirl), the lesbians [insert politically incorrect explitive] that live downstairs had parked half in their spot and half in mine, which I had shoveled the very heavy slush out of earlier that day. My anger peaked, followed by a blubbering phone call to my sister about above boyfriend situation. She calmed me down and I have returned to normalcy (?).
But I still don't understand men. Are you all big dumb fatheads?