You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you know you're
Gonna have to face it, you're Addicted To Love

Might as well face it, you're Addicted To Love
Might as well face it, you're Addicted To Love
Might as well face it, you're Addicted To Love

Suddenly, today I remember how the music video went for Robert Palmer-Addicted to Love went. He's singing and a couple of models behind him are attempting to be the band. The models are...off the beat. What bought it to attention is that I am addicted to love. :)

Oh and that's part of the reason I haven't updated for two days. Not only that I was attacked by the sleepy syndrome and the boredom headache...I was bitten by the love bug.

Ouch, that's what happens when you don't pay attention.

I went home Saturday...way too tired. Yesterday, my sister and I went to KFC to use our very cool online coupons. The sad thing was that the 8 piece meal costed $14. So after the coupon...and tax, we had to pay $13.49. Sucky really. Before buying the meal, I had already indulged myself with a preztel. Once I got home...I was full. Um, yeah. After weeks of DC food, I have shaped my stomach for small meals. Small snacks throughout the day that is. Ack, and the chicken was way too greasy, leaving tons of oil stains on the table.
But the corn bread was good. Corn bread is always good. The corn bread Jiffy mix is always yummy. Too bad I can't bring a mini oven to my dorm. <-- risk of fire

Somehow out of the blue, someone who I haven't talked to for more than a year sent me a file through ICQ. It was the "scary" program. I screamed and screamed again when I showed it to my sister. Then we started laughing hysterically. Then my sister decided to send it to her friends. We laughed hysterically. Then suddenly she stopped when she realized that some of her friends were mad at her. Tsk tsk. Well my sister prepared most of them by asking the question--"do you get heart attacks easily?"
Most people answered affirmatively.

Early in the afternoon, I started laughing hysterically when my sister reiterated her one particular terrifying day. It's strange...how come I don't remember that particular incident. Also, the incident a long time ago where my sister put a lot of salt in my rice...and I didn't know. Then I ate it...and...threw up.
I probably blocked it from my mind. Probably.