i have no life

i have never been so obsessed with a magazine, ever, as i currently am with the new yorker. i anxiously await mondays, so i can go buy it, and i often try to push myself off for a couple of days because i know that if i do, by the time i finish it, it'll almost be time to get the new one.

this is so very lame that i can hardly believe i am admitting it.

i do this also with the vanity fair. but more so with the new yorker.

i even subscribed, which is ridiculous, considering i NEVER subscribe to magazines. however, i have not started getting them in the mail (takes like 2 months to kick in), so i still buy it. every monday.

and i sit for hours reading.

you'd really think i'd have something better to do, like, say, GO TO SCHOOL.