Xanga got weird looking since I last used it. Suddenly things are brighter.

I've decided not to write in xanga anymore. Not as many people do anymore, to stay in "the loop". I've fallen weak to the myspace blog. Since I like to consolidate things and keep things together. If you care a lot about my writing (thanks!) you can just subscribe and it'll be like nothing changed. Just contact me through there. Or something.

I've had this blog for over a thousand days, which is longer than any relationship I've ever had! Even with my family! I'd go back and reminisce on "early college me", but despite still being unemployed, that'll be a huge chunk of valuable time gone.

Plus, with the Christmas season coming up, I just can't manage a xanga while picking fights with the innocent in lines at Toys R Us and Bed Bath and Beyond. It's called priorities.

But before I leave, I just want to be able to fully use every text option I possibly can on xanga... Okay, I'm done. (I'm kind of glad that xanga supports lavender colored text highlighting, since when you're feeling kinda lavender, there's no better way to show it.)

I've been writing in this thing recently. I never thought I would. It's probably because every time I visit my Xanga, I see that sad picture of Keith and get more and more pissed off about his Project Runway exit. I missed last week's episode and I'll probably miss tonight's episode. You know, cause I'm so busy and stuff.

I don't like my recent addiction to the gym. I think I just want to prove to everyone that my scrawny arms are capable of lifting a car. I know they can, because I believe.

So the other day before I got to the gym, I saw an ambulance outside and some police cars. After wishing a good day to some good officers while walking up the stairs (since I need as many police on my side as possible, and I'm not below flirting with authority), I realized that someone at the gym passed out.

Know who it was? (Not me.)

The asshole Gym guy! This guy works at the gym and yelled at me about health forms, when in reality it was my Dad - an ex-member - who needed to fill them out and not me. He fainted! At the gym! At least, that's what I got out of it while I eavesdropped on the elliptical.

Then I couldn't enjoy the gym, since all I could think about was fainting. "What if that was me?" And that paranoia is lasting until today. I want to go. I need to go. But Gym guy went down.

I used to have theories about how the gym sucked. That it sucks you in, as a lifestyle change. When you go, you need to go for awhile. And if you stop, it's like you never went at all. I don't like how suddenly I'm a hypocrite.

I miss PA.

I fully blame Brooke and Fox for my new viewership of Project Runway. But I just don't know what to do now, since my (probably gay) asshole boyfriend got kicked off the show for "cheating". He had pattern books in the house - SCANDALOUS.

I usually don't like jerks. Usually. There have been one or two. But my appreciation for jerk-ass Keith really did fuel the fire for me watching this show. Not only was he talented, but he was young looking and sassy, and not afraid to speak out to the judges. I respect that. I respect that a lot.

So Keith. If you find this, or read this somehow (AND I KNOW YOU WILL), just know this. I don't think your reputation is ruined. And you made that show, my friend.

Things are very reality TV recently. This weekend, Fox and I are having a reality TV adventure, which I can't really explain, but I will say that I cannot wait to see her and show her everything my town has to offer (PA people haven't heard of A&P... Atlantic and Pacific, bitches!)

As for me, things have been low key. Not a lot of interviews, which I don't mind because the ones I went to were really sketchy. I toss that word out a lot, but if you were there with me, you'd get that vibe too. My Dad and I have been coexisting really peacefully, and every day I realize that we're a lot alike, and I do consider him to be one of my best friends. So I have a better outlook on that.

When I work as Keith's assistant, it'll all be worth it. I can help organize the pattern books and take phone calls.

And in old celebrity news.. Ashlee Simpson? Weird nose = personality! Personally, I always thought Ashlee was prettier than Jessica just because she was kind of weird looking. I don't think either have talent, and their dad is the creepiest creep in Creeptown, but. Still. Why.

Cool People of the Week award goes to the following people: Greg, Ray, Bob, Rob, and Guy. You're all missed.

P.S. Anyone else who watches Hell's Kitchen think that Gordon Ramsay and Virginia are having an affair? That's what I think.

I know that since the start of reality TV, it's no longer cool to flaunt medical conditions. (examples: "I have lyme disease!" - Irene from Real World Seattle, "I am blind!" - Amanda, ANTM Cycle 3,  "I have lupus" - Mercedes, ANTM Cycle 2) but when I faint, it's always, dare I say, kind of hilarious.

Karen's Top 3 Best Faints*

3. After knee-ing myself in the nose, I freaked out, thought I had broke it, and when I went downstairs for some water and a cookie for blood sugar, fainted on the kitchen floor. Cookie and water everywhere. Nose not broken.  (Hooray!) All while watching the Dawson's Creek Season 1 DVD.

2. A few days ago in Lancaster, blacking out and on my way to splash my face with water from the bathroom, I slam my face on the doorknob of the bathroom door, before falling to the ground. Injuries: Small mark on my eyelid, Fear of leaving the couch for a majority of the day.

1. Of course, fainting at the vet. I'd put this as number 2, but since none of the others had medical interference, or the embarrasement of fainting in an animal hospital, or the memory of reading hilarious Goofus and Gallant cartoons in Highlights magazine prior to, it needs to rank as #1.

* This list is pretty pointless, since I only fainted three times. But there's no list without three.