saturday night in the pimp pad

so, its saturday night. today was an unproductive, but somehow fulfilling day. i did some work (but not enough), watched some tv, had dinner at max & erma's and even got a little desert for the road ;)

i should be studying for my last exam on Monday (which is the whole reason i decided to stay in tonight) -- the arab-israeli conflict has already taken over my life and my dreams-- but i just cant bring myself to study. instead, i am indulging my text message habit and eating teddy grahms with sarah and cha-chi. its snowing pretty hard outside, but i have this warm fuzzy feeling inside which is either the result of that anxious feeling you get around finals (when you realized you are completely screwed) or too much chocolate. i have a sneaking suspicion it might be the latter.

sarah is forcing us to listen to christmas music, does anyone else think this could be defined as cruel and unusual punishment?

Sex & the City episode of the day: Models and Mortals. Strangely, this actually ties into my day. Guess which one I am :)