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Michael Vartan is just... beyond pretty.

It's hard to shake the image of him as Vaughn, though. Especially since he LOOKS JUST LIKE VAUGHN and it's not a few years old. When he was in the car with J.Lo, taking her up to see Mama Fields, and they kept showing Vaughn.

In a car.

Driving.

And I was in my seat cowering, whimpering, they're gonna crash! MOMMY THEY'RE GONNA CRASH AND KILL VAUGHN!

(They didn't. Whew.)

It was a super cute movie, I thought. I honestly laughed out loud a couple dozen times, and Vartan is just the prettiest male thing on God's good earth, and I heart J.Lo and Jane Fonda was amazing.

Tomorrow is the last day of school. This is monumentous. I am going to be a senior.

I wore my pretty new white pants today. I have worn white pants exactly twice in my life. Guess what happens?

(Luckily, the pants were spared.)

Air is still broken. I got four hours of sleep last night 'cause I couldn't fall asleep, and then I couldn't stay asleep. I woke up and took a cold shower because I was all clammy; before I left the house I was already sweaty again. It's disgusting.

I'm gonna make a SpyRent fanvid to My Chemical Romance's "Helena."

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The Good: I got the Moonlighting DVDs! Woot! Studying for Corradino my ass!

The Bad: Air conditioner man came; said he needed a part to fix the AC, so it's night... what, four? Yeah, four, of no air. Massive attacks of joy.