Last night's unecessary censorship had Ryan Seacrest saying, "Questions haunt the contestants. Am I good enough? What will this take? Am I about to blow the biggest (beep) of my life?" Just so you know.
Last night was Abuelita's birthday, and I got to see Eleanor walk around. It's awesome. I slept until 11 today, and just about every hour since 8 La Mad came in and was like, "Get up," but I felt crappy. Finally she was getting mad, so she took my temperature.
I had this dream where Bernstein and I were going on an adventure and dragging Rachel along, except she died her hair purple, only at the roots. I was like, "Why the roots? That's weird," but she said, "Since this is your dream, it must be a metaphor."
Went and bought earrings and tops with La Mad, then finished the season of "24," and wasted yet another hour of my life crying like the dork I am. Lame as it may be, those crazy tragic memories still murdered me.

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