My brother's dog passes out on his back in strange rooms and humps everything in sight. Disturbing. It's like having Charlie Sheen stay at the house. Watching the Exorcist II, I forgot this takes place partly in New York. It was a really good idea to take a slightly capricious girl with a history of demonic possession and move her to a high rise apartment in a bustling city with an untrustworthy balcony railing. Good planning. On a brighter note, I finally got my hair done today. I no longer resemble that chick from The Grudge. I also no longer look like "Raggedy Ann", as my mom so lovingly put it.If it were up to her, I would be platinum blonde; she's always tried to push the "pizazz" look on me. I love my mom more than anything in the world, but it's amazing I didn't spend my childhood twirling my way through Ramada Inn beauty pageants.