Spring just makes me jumble my days together, never sure whether I have class or work, or which class is next. I feel a bit senile. I keep telling people the wrong times when I'm available. I confuse myself a lot and I blame it on all that reality show "I Love New York" crap that I'm addicted to. I saw the season finale of Surreal Life: Fame Games, and I'm so glad Baywatch's Traci Bingham won instead of gross Ron Jeremy or the whiny, douchbag Vanilla Ice.

My guiltiest pleasure: shitty reality tv.