Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

I watched like, a hundred episodes of Gilmore Girls today. At least ten. I happen to be watching seasons one, three and four concurrently, through no fault of my own. ABCFamily used to have Season Three on, and we set the Non-TiVo thing to record what we missed while on vacation. Now ABCFamily is airing Season Four, so I'm watching that, and Netflix is providing me with Season One. I am now completely lost and everything's mixing together but it's all a bunch of fun.

Also, I love my mother.

Mom: Madi, you have to come see this.
Me: I'm watching Gilmore Girls, dammit.
Mom: No. You really need to come see this..
Me: Ma!
Mom: Come!
Me: *goes*
Oprah: *talks about this happy couple from Peru.*
Me: Oh, this'll be good.
Mom: Shh, they're building up. I already saw it.
Oprah: *continues, and the woman goes into the labor, and there is PUTRID GREEN SMELLY STUFF coming from her lady bits*
Me: It's like the X-Files! I love it! Oh man!
Mom: JUST WAIT.
Me: *waits anxiously*
Oprah: *reveals that the baby was born AS A MERMAID! Cojoined legs and stuff! It was so cool!*
Me: Oh, man, Mom, this is AWESOME!
Mom: I knew you'd love this!

Also, Nica convinced me, so I sent emails to my roommates. Yeehaw. I got my map out and am now circling things I know, like my dorm. And one of the places where my class will be. Hot dog.

ETA: One of my roommates just emailed me back! Yay!

Today I went with my mom to see 'The Wedding Crashers,' finally. It was absolutely hysterical. I think the fact that I already love Coop kinda... detracted from the whole 'el boyfriend sucks, ergo he is an asshole and Owen is going to win' feeling of the movie, because I'd see him and be all, "WILL! I love Will!" and just giggle at whatever he did so... yeah. But I loooove Vince Vaughn. He is completely anti-my type, but he's so friendly and tall and he's big, but he's not fat, he's just slightly more solid than I usually like, and he's funny. And geeky.

Then Ma and I went to the gym, and the iPod is so wonderful. It's so much easier to have everything than choose one CD and hope it's decent overall. I got winded on the treadmill. My lungs suck.

Showers when you're all sweaty are quick possibly the most delicious things in the world.

I watched this episode of Oprah yesterday (it was a rerun, I believe) where Oprah went to interview this prisoner accused and convicted of like, maliciously murdering her husband. And call me naive and stupid and easily led or whatever, but I honestly believe that she didn't mean to kill him. And? Even if she did? Son of a bitch deserved it. If anything, had she been in her right mind, she would've killed the mistress, not her husband.

Grr. I should probably come with a warning label, on the oft chance that I ever, you know, date someone, or get married. Like, Surgeon General suggests that cheating on Madi is most likely lethal. Don't try it.