Why study when you can...what rhymes with study?

We are in the midst of midterm week, which is apparently a much bigger phenomena in this neck of the woods than in the old shire. I am content to nurse along my West Coast persona, however, and snort defiantly whenever some misguided classmate mistakes me for someone who has their taste for stress. I just don't care. I've been attending class, doing my schoolwork, and studying, all diligently. So, of what use is it for me to all of a sudden now cast myself into throes of anxiety? No use at all, you should have answered.

I have run out of DVDs to watch. It is a sad, sad thing. Watched the first season of Arrested Development, fell hopelessly in love with it, and now cannot secure season two from any of my friends. [Re]Watched the first season of the West Wing, [re]fell hopelessly in love with it, and now cannot secure season two from my supplier, who guards the jacketless discs with his life. I have been reduced to watching 24-hour news stations, flipping back and forth between CNN, Fox, and MSNBC, as a symbolic thumbing of the nose at politicized media outlets. Of course, I'd like a subscription to the New York Times for Christmas, so perhaps I should refrain from commenting on media bias...

Is there any punctuation mark better than the ellipsis...?

I like having a full refrigerator. In the day or two after I've gone grocery shopping, I probably open the refrigerator door two or three times as often as I normally do, a frequency already bordering on obsessive-compulsive. I also take too many showers, which, combined with my refrigerator habit, makes for an unignorable strain on my eco-conscience. At any rate, my favorite items currently include the two tubs of hummus I purchased, the excessively pulpy, not-from-concentrate orange juice, and the 12-pack of Coke Zero. I am especially in love with beverages and do my best to keep stocked with multiple choices, in part for variety's sake and also for the nice color they add to the fridge's color scheme. Go ahead, mock me. I'll be busy staring at my impressive condiment selection.