Iiiiiiit's MIKA

There's this guy on campus that I see almost every day in the Menses and he looks pretty much just like Mika with glasses. Everytime I see him I get the horrible urge to run up and start singing, "Iiiiiit's MIKA!" and then start clapping my hands.

Hopefully, this weekend, a friend will be cooking delicious Mexican food. My bowels cannot wait.

Also, I believe that a colony of fish flies is breeding somewhere in my room. They appear, fly around weirdly, as if retarded, or perhaps, overjoyed, and I kill them with a book. When a fish fly is killed with something heavy and so suddenly, their legs FLY out in every direction. They are EVERYWHERE, whether the door is open or not.

Last note, Amanda has a friend named Urine.