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I am such a loser. It's 1:40 am on a Sunday night, my sisters are out with friends, and what am I doing? Eating junk food, drinking diet coke, and watching Nic Lachey and Vanessa's wedding that I tivo-ed. You know what's even sadder? I have actually started to talk to the t.v. Earlier, I told the t.v. that all the kids in the commercial for the mini wheat cereal were lame, and all actors because no one stands outside the door of school smiling and acting all happy on the first day of school. Its just unrealistic. I mean, the fact that they have talking wheat cereal on their shoulders is unrealistic too, but you get it. Right? Anyway, I also told this fat guy dressed up in a superman suit trying to sell me a car that I couldn't drive yet, and that his suit made him look fat. I think I also commented on his hair... And his face. I then continued to state all of the rhyming whale's tales from the Red Cross WSI course out loud, to no one in particular. What a fun night.