The girl at the desk next to mine in the library opened up her New York Times so I saw that the headline read: “Supreme Court, 5-4, Forbids Execution in Juvenile Crime.” I mean, come on, people, that is not something that needs to be debated.

It’s like when Kat e-mailed yesterday asking if I’d seen “Bring it On,” and—in case I hadn’t—recommending it. Please. I believe the response was: “I’m sexy! I’m cute! I’m popular to boot! I’m bitchin’! Great hair! The boys all love to stare!”

In other news, there is no other news. Except that I have nine pages of thesis written, awww yeeaahh. In early celebration of almost having nine pages written yesterday, there was going for a run, playing only Britney (early Britney, natch) on my iPod, and then a cannoli at Russo’s.