Wow, did you know that Paris Hilton is dating someone named Paris Latsis. Apparently he’s the heir to some Greek shipping fortune.

She said that she hoped to marry Mr. Latsis and have children. “I want a big princess wedding,” she said, her voice again rising octaves.

I mean, I’m not sure how much I’d enjoy dating, marrying, or living with someone with the same first name. Especially if you’re the type of girl who likes to lose the maiden name after marriage. Wouldn’t that get incredibly confusing? I’m sure your children would understand after a while…. but if you have a puppy, man, the poor thing would have no idea.

Ugh, just finished my Macro paper, which is impressively long, but has unimpressively crappy correlation numbers. And there’s the final exams for the God-forsaken class this Thursday. Hopefully, I’ll study slowly and carefully, mysteriously leaving enough time to finish my Statistics problem set and my Analysis problem set, both due on Friday.

In the meanwhile, this whole housing thing is making me super stressed and depressed. You’d think it wouldn’t be so hard for me to find housing in the city where I pretended to spend 3 years, but apparently not… I have some strange choices to make in the near future, which all makes me wonder… Is this what growing up is all about?