I already failed at my blog everyday challenge.
It's really not my fault that my 45 minute nap turned into a nine hour nap. Really, it isn't.
Anyway, the reason I was so tired was because I woke up in the middle of the night with a tune and words going through my head, and I had to write it down. I haven't bothered to fix the pentameter because I like it's rhythm as is. I'm fine with writing the music to the words.
There's no title yet. I've just been calling it Elizabethtown. Also, there are some verses that I want to put in, but they don't fit yet, so...I'll try my best with this to make it work.
Elizabethtown
How could I forget?
How could I forget?
Don't forget about me
Please don't forget about me
RHPS at midnight
In spring, flying kites
Dance parties in the halls
"I'll kick you in the balls"
Non-carnivorous fish
What more can I say?
How could I forget?
How could I forget?
Don't forget about me
Please don't forget about me
Hardcore creepin'
"I'm fuckin' sleeping"
Police lights to Philly
All for Alex Day
Driving in snow
For Matt Maggiacomo
How could I forget?
How could I forget?
Don't forget about me
Please don't forget about me
One Sneeze Fail
What an epic tale
Days of silence
Pregaming is intense
Marriage proposals
And strange animals
How could I forget?
How could I forget?
Don't forget about me
I'll come back
I'm counting down the days
To see all your faces
All your smiles
'Cause I'll never forget
Music at midnight
Roommate lovin'
GLBT rights
All-night energy drinks
Friends that I have made
That became my family
I'll never forget you
I'll never forget you
Don't forget about me
Please don't forget about me.
End
I really need more Arslan stuff in there. I kind of just chose the big things that everyone remembers, but I want to add something about incense, late night walks, and photo shoots. Maybe vampires and slut-eating trees, too. I need more Nick and Arslan in the song. That's it. And more Sedrick. I should add something about muffins.
This song is never going to end.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Blog Everyday in July: Day 1
I'm really starting this off with a bang:
I've got nothing to talk about!
Well, not really, anyway. I could talk about Harry Potter, but I'll be doing that the fourteenth and fifteenth days. I could also talk about work, but that's boring. I could talk about physics, but that's even more boring.
Hum. What to talk about...
Music, I guess. Coco had an epic fail, so nothing's been written yet. But, the song Nicole made for OMLS needs harmonies, so we're trying to figure out how to do a three-part harmony mix of it and have it be, like, the theme music. I seriously freakin' love that song. ('Cause this is one, O-N-E Madlib Summer, if you want, want to sing with me...) I wish I could just pull a song out of my ass like that. God.
I wrote more lyrics. One's called Beautiful People. I'm still working out the second one in my head. It'll be dedicated to all my Etown peeps, though, so it'll probably have a lot of inside jokes. I'll definitely have to write the music for that one myself. And learn how to play guitar...
Anyone wanna tutor me? :P
That actually brings me to my next news for the day: I got my first paycheck! Three days of work = $200. I LOVE MY MOTHER.
I'll be giving about $45 of it to my parents for using their money for recent purchases, but the rest is mine. :) I'm going to save fifteen for the Harry Potter movie, stick most of it in the bank, then use the rest to buy books. Nerdfighter win.
Speaking of Nerdfighters, I feel like I really belong in Nerdfighteria this summer. I'm working to get brand new heart monitor software out to the public, decreasing the size of my carbon footprint by carpooling with my mom, AND I'll be doing a lot of charity work, like food drives, and breast cancer walks. I think I've truly embraced what it means to be a nerdfighter. It's a lot more than just being intelligent, awesome, and well-read. It's about actually making a difference, even if it's only to one or two people. :)
I love being a nerdfighter.
Completely unrelated note:
I dropped the bomb on everyone yesterday. I've only been away for two months, and I had already forgotten how much those people mean to me. I was really considering not going back until I talked to Arslan and Stepf. That was when I remembered everything. I remembered why I loved it out there and why I can't stay away from those people for too long without going crazy. I didn't cry until Arslan told me the sweetest things about how he wished he'd told me goodbye with a giant hug instead of just the regular hug(s) he did give me. I didn't know I meant so much to him until he said so, and that was when it truly hit me that I HAVE to go back. They're my family just as much as my friends out here. I love being home and I love having unplanned moments and random kidnappings, but I also love living with forty other people and creating one huge, dysfunctional, incredible family.
Sigh.
Well, for the year that I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. I've been listening to All Time Low for a while now, and I think my favorite line is from their song 'Weightless.' It really describes how I'm going to live for the next year until I can be back on the east coast.
"Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year."
I've got nothing to talk about!
Well, not really, anyway. I could talk about Harry Potter, but I'll be doing that the fourteenth and fifteenth days. I could also talk about work, but that's boring. I could talk about physics, but that's even more boring.
Hum. What to talk about...
Music, I guess. Coco had an epic fail, so nothing's been written yet. But, the song Nicole made for OMLS needs harmonies, so we're trying to figure out how to do a three-part harmony mix of it and have it be, like, the theme music. I seriously freakin' love that song. ('Cause this is one, O-N-E Madlib Summer, if you want, want to sing with me...) I wish I could just pull a song out of my ass like that. God.
I wrote more lyrics. One's called Beautiful People. I'm still working out the second one in my head. It'll be dedicated to all my Etown peeps, though, so it'll probably have a lot of inside jokes. I'll definitely have to write the music for that one myself. And learn how to play guitar...
Anyone wanna tutor me? :P
That actually brings me to my next news for the day: I got my first paycheck! Three days of work = $200. I LOVE MY MOTHER.
I'll be giving about $45 of it to my parents for using their money for recent purchases, but the rest is mine. :) I'm going to save fifteen for the Harry Potter movie, stick most of it in the bank, then use the rest to buy books. Nerdfighter win.
Speaking of Nerdfighters, I feel like I really belong in Nerdfighteria this summer. I'm working to get brand new heart monitor software out to the public, decreasing the size of my carbon footprint by carpooling with my mom, AND I'll be doing a lot of charity work, like food drives, and breast cancer walks. I think I've truly embraced what it means to be a nerdfighter. It's a lot more than just being intelligent, awesome, and well-read. It's about actually making a difference, even if it's only to one or two people. :)
I love being a nerdfighter.
Completely unrelated note:
I dropped the bomb on everyone yesterday. I've only been away for two months, and I had already forgotten how much those people mean to me. I was really considering not going back until I talked to Arslan and Stepf. That was when I remembered everything. I remembered why I loved it out there and why I can't stay away from those people for too long without going crazy. I didn't cry until Arslan told me the sweetest things about how he wished he'd told me goodbye with a giant hug instead of just the regular hug(s) he did give me. I didn't know I meant so much to him until he said so, and that was when it truly hit me that I HAVE to go back. They're my family just as much as my friends out here. I love being home and I love having unplanned moments and random kidnappings, but I also love living with forty other people and creating one huge, dysfunctional, incredible family.
Sigh.
Well, for the year that I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. I've been listening to All Time Low for a while now, and I think my favorite line is from their song 'Weightless.' It really describes how I'm going to live for the next year until I can be back on the east coast.
"Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year."
Monday, June 29, 2009
Blog Everyday in July...?
Do I get a theme song, too? :D
I know it's not July yet, but I'm going to rip off Alex Day (because I love him and he's awesome) and blog every day in July. Even if I don't have anything to talk about. I'll do it. I mean, c'mon, Alex talked about looners (mind you, it was the funniest video I've probably ever seen in my life).
Here's what I've got in mind:
If I don't have anything exciting to report on for one day, I'll post an opinion of some sort and expand upon my beliefs. In short, an opinion essay. Don't be scared, though, I tend to make my opinions quite sarcastic in writing.
If I can't think of an opinion and nothing exciting happened, I'll post either a poem, song, or short story.
If none of those are options, I'll ramble about whatever the hell I want to. :D I may even google strange sex fetishes and discuss them. You never know.
That said, I'll see you in July.
<3 Monday, One Madlib Summer
I know it's not July yet, but I'm going to rip off Alex Day (because I love him and he's awesome) and blog every day in July. Even if I don't have anything to talk about. I'll do it. I mean, c'mon, Alex talked about looners (mind you, it was the funniest video I've probably ever seen in my life).
Here's what I've got in mind:
If I don't have anything exciting to report on for one day, I'll post an opinion of some sort and expand upon my beliefs. In short, an opinion essay. Don't be scared, though, I tend to make my opinions quite sarcastic in writing.
If I can't think of an opinion and nothing exciting happened, I'll post either a poem, song, or short story.
If none of those are options, I'll ramble about whatever the hell I want to. :D I may even google strange sex fetishes and discuss them. You never know.
That said, I'll see you in July.
<3 Monday, One Madlib Summer
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Logistics of Song-Writing
I’ve always considered myself a lyricist. I can write lyrics to a full song in the span of half an hour when I put my mind to it. Adding the music has always been the hardest part—in fact, I’d sort of given up on trying to compose actual music to go with all these lyrics I wrote. But not today. Nay, today I will conquer my inadequacies and write the music for the song that really matters.
Yesterday, some things happened that I never thought would. Words cannot express how unbelievably happy I am that these things happened. However, now all I can think about is what happened. I can’t seem to get it out of my mind, no matter what I do. I want it to happen again, and then some. It’s something I really want. So, naturally, I wrote a song about it.
I didn’t know what to call this song. To be honest, I stole a lot of the ideas for it from one of my first songs, called Spider Game. I wrote the song for a special someone, to let him know that he had broken my heart. In this new song, which just happens to be for the same person, I reference Spider Game. In fact, the first line of the chorus has the exact words ‘spider game’ in it. So, I finished writing the lyrics and I sat there for a while, just staring at it, trying to come up with a title. And then it hit me.
Spider Game Part II
You’ve got dirty talk down to a science
You shouldn’t make me want you like this
Lying next to you, my head on your shoulder
Like water to fire, your lips at my ear
I’ve got this penchant for you
It’s been years – how do you get me like you do?
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
I really can’t take you not being near
Memories in my mind arise very clear
Lying under you, my hands on your shoulders
Like brushes of fire, your lips at my ear
I’ve got this longing for you
It’s been hours – how do I go on without you?
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
I’m getting hotter, and you’re getting close
To figuring me out, but these clothes
Are in the way
Of our web-weaving game
Let’s dance tonight and get tangled up
We’ve built this for years – come play with me, my love
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed.
End
I guess there’s really no need to be secretive about what happened yesterday. I kind of put it all in the song. But it’s probably not what you think. In fact, this song doesn’t quite express the sweetness and the kindness of what went on. I’ve never felt so secure or beautiful in my life, and nothing even happened. At least, not what we wanted to happen. :P
Anyway, since Coco was the first person to know what happened, and she’s musically inclined, I asked her for help in writing this song. So far, we’ve got the time signature and the key signature. I’m guessing we’ll work everything out tomorrow night when we actually have a keyboard, haha.
My biggest issue (aside from needing to write music) is Spider Game (the original). I can’t post Spider Game Part II without having a Part I, you know? So, I guess I should find my old lyrics notebook and work something out for that one. Either that, or I could rename Part II. It’s an option, but only if I don’t write Part I. Otherwise people will be like, “WTF, WHERE’S PART ONE?!?!?1”
I don’t want to deal with that.
So I’ve got two choices.
Decisions, decisions…
Yesterday, some things happened that I never thought would. Words cannot express how unbelievably happy I am that these things happened. However, now all I can think about is what happened. I can’t seem to get it out of my mind, no matter what I do. I want it to happen again, and then some. It’s something I really want. So, naturally, I wrote a song about it.
I didn’t know what to call this song. To be honest, I stole a lot of the ideas for it from one of my first songs, called Spider Game. I wrote the song for a special someone, to let him know that he had broken my heart. In this new song, which just happens to be for the same person, I reference Spider Game. In fact, the first line of the chorus has the exact words ‘spider game’ in it. So, I finished writing the lyrics and I sat there for a while, just staring at it, trying to come up with a title. And then it hit me.
Spider Game Part II
You’ve got dirty talk down to a science
You shouldn’t make me want you like this
Lying next to you, my head on your shoulder
Like water to fire, your lips at my ear
I’ve got this penchant for you
It’s been years – how do you get me like you do?
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
I really can’t take you not being near
Memories in my mind arise very clear
Lying under you, my hands on your shoulders
Like brushes of fire, your lips at my ear
I’ve got this longing for you
It’s been hours – how do I go on without you?
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed
I’m getting hotter, and you’re getting close
To figuring me out, but these clothes
Are in the way
Of our web-weaving game
Let’s dance tonight and get tangled up
We’ve built this for years – come play with me, my love
Said I wouldn’t play your spider game
But I’m trapped in the web you’ve weaved
Around me, and I’m fighting to stay sane
While you’re making me feel crazed.
End
I guess there’s really no need to be secretive about what happened yesterday. I kind of put it all in the song. But it’s probably not what you think. In fact, this song doesn’t quite express the sweetness and the kindness of what went on. I’ve never felt so secure or beautiful in my life, and nothing even happened. At least, not what we wanted to happen. :P
Anyway, since Coco was the first person to know what happened, and she’s musically inclined, I asked her for help in writing this song. So far, we’ve got the time signature and the key signature. I’m guessing we’ll work everything out tomorrow night when we actually have a keyboard, haha.
My biggest issue (aside from needing to write music) is Spider Game (the original). I can’t post Spider Game Part II without having a Part I, you know? So, I guess I should find my old lyrics notebook and work something out for that one. Either that, or I could rename Part II. It’s an option, but only if I don’t write Part I. Otherwise people will be like, “WTF, WHERE’S PART ONE?!?!?1”
I don’t want to deal with that.
So I’ve got two choices.
Decisions, decisions…
Sunday, March 29, 2009
My New Reputation
I'm not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. My friends and family back home know not to talk to me when I first wake up because, hello, I don't like waking up. Even if it's four in the afternoon. The point is, people usually don't talk to me when I first wake up because I have no control over how grumpy I am.
My roommate figured it out pretty quickly. If we happened to wake up at the same time, she knew I wasn't in a good mood, and she knew I was still half asleep after first waking up. I said and did some bitchy things. BECAUSE I HAD NO CONTROL OVER IT. I was still partially asleep, for crying out loud.
At first when she mentioned that I was a bitch when I first woke up, I agreed. I wasn't always mean, though. But when someone woke me up roughly or without caution, I tended to be meaner than usual. She was right about calling me out on it. No big deal. But then she kept on saying things, and more people joined in, even though they'd never actually seen me be mean. These people mean the world to me. They're my family when I'm over here. And they just jumped onto the bandwagon.
Nick thought I was asleep yesterday when he said I was like Medusa when I first woke up. If I looked at someone, they turned to stone. He joked that he wanted to wait in the room one day, and then run out screaming when I woke up.
I've always known Nick's an asshole, and I probably would have thought it was funny if he hadn't said it while he thought I was asleep. If he'd said it to my face, it might not have hurt as much as it did.
Last night, I started book four in a new series that Nick, Stepf, and I are reading. I started reading around 3:30 AM (everyone was up late because of the Relay for Life) and I didn't stop until about 6:30 because the book had me so wrapped up. I fell asleep around 7 and slept until 2:30 this afternoon. I woke up because Nick had come into the room to talk to Elisabeth.
All I did was turn over, smile, and wave at him. Nothing mean. Nothing bad.
He fake screamed and ran out of the room while Elisabeth laughed.
And I turned back over and cried for the better part of half an hour.
My roommate figured it out pretty quickly. If we happened to wake up at the same time, she knew I wasn't in a good mood, and she knew I was still half asleep after first waking up. I said and did some bitchy things. BECAUSE I HAD NO CONTROL OVER IT. I was still partially asleep, for crying out loud.
At first when she mentioned that I was a bitch when I first woke up, I agreed. I wasn't always mean, though. But when someone woke me up roughly or without caution, I tended to be meaner than usual. She was right about calling me out on it. No big deal. But then she kept on saying things, and more people joined in, even though they'd never actually seen me be mean. These people mean the world to me. They're my family when I'm over here. And they just jumped onto the bandwagon.
Nick thought I was asleep yesterday when he said I was like Medusa when I first woke up. If I looked at someone, they turned to stone. He joked that he wanted to wait in the room one day, and then run out screaming when I woke up.
I've always known Nick's an asshole, and I probably would have thought it was funny if he hadn't said it while he thought I was asleep. If he'd said it to my face, it might not have hurt as much as it did.
Last night, I started book four in a new series that Nick, Stepf, and I are reading. I started reading around 3:30 AM (everyone was up late because of the Relay for Life) and I didn't stop until about 6:30 because the book had me so wrapped up. I fell asleep around 7 and slept until 2:30 this afternoon. I woke up because Nick had come into the room to talk to Elisabeth.
All I did was turn over, smile, and wave at him. Nothing mean. Nothing bad.
He fake screamed and ran out of the room while Elisabeth laughed.
And I turned back over and cried for the better part of half an hour.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Emotional Turmoil
I'm so...confused.
It's clearly not cheating if I go on a date with another guy. We were never officially together.
So why does it feel like something to be ashamed about?
Ugh.
So...I know no one reads this...I might as well be canon.
I love Matt. Like, true, bonafied love. It's been this way since I was fifteen. That's almost a whole three years.
This summer, we were kind of a faux couple. We went on dates and we kissed and everything. I'm never so comfortable with guys as I am with Matt.
We agreed when we finally admitted that we liked each other that none of the couple-y stuff between us would last long distance. It just wasn't realistic and we knew that. He also knew that college life would be crazy and that he couldn't tie me down. I wouldn't have minded. I feel tied down anyways.
It's just so weird! I try to look at guys as potential date material, and all I get from myself is, "He's nice to look at, but definitely not date worthy."
And all the other guys are brothers to me. There's no way I could look at them any differently. It's totally platonic.
And then I met Derek. I was chilling with Lauren Fairweather and he stopped by to ask her something about Vocalign (the co-ed a capella group on campus). When he mentioned he was arranging an a capella version of 'Don't Stop Believin',' I freaked out and told him it was my favorite song and that I really wanted to try out for Vocalign. We started talking music (making fun of Melica, fangirling (kind of) Phalanx, and sharing community chorus woes) and found out that we had a lot in common. By the time I got back to my dorm, he had friend requested me on facebook.
From there, we talked over facebook, in choir, and when he would stop by my dorm.
Today was one of those 'stop by my dorm' days. Elisabeth is gone at some kind of band competition (what a dork, I know) with the guy who likes her (if they make out in my car, I'm going to castrate them both). So, Derek stopped by to show me a medley he's arranging for Vocalign, and to tell me that auditions are in two weeks. We ended up talking for about half an hour about Harry Potter, music, and facebook/youtube creeping. Then, on his way out, he turned and asked what my schedule was like for this week. I asked him why and he said he was wondering if I'd like to go to dinner with him.
When those words left his mouth, my stomach dropped. I'm pretty sure most of the blood in my face drained, too.
It's not like I wasn't expecting it. That's not it at all. Derek's nice, musically-inclined, and not bad looking. And he's a little obvious. But that's beside the point.
I knew he was going to ask me out eventually.
But it still came as a shock to me.
I said yes.
And here's my dilemma: How do I go on a date with a guy I kind of know when I know my heart's back in California with Matt?
I subconsciously went on boy hiatus when I moved. I didn't mean to. Matt told me not to. He told me to live my life.
I'm just so freakin' in love with him that I can't stop myself!
I feel like I've said this before.
Have I said this before?
God.
It's clearly not cheating if I go on a date with another guy. We were never officially together.
So why does it feel like something to be ashamed about?
Ugh.
So...I know no one reads this...I might as well be canon.
I love Matt. Like, true, bonafied love. It's been this way since I was fifteen. That's almost a whole three years.
This summer, we were kind of a faux couple. We went on dates and we kissed and everything. I'm never so comfortable with guys as I am with Matt.
We agreed when we finally admitted that we liked each other that none of the couple-y stuff between us would last long distance. It just wasn't realistic and we knew that. He also knew that college life would be crazy and that he couldn't tie me down. I wouldn't have minded. I feel tied down anyways.
It's just so weird! I try to look at guys as potential date material, and all I get from myself is, "He's nice to look at, but definitely not date worthy."
And all the other guys are brothers to me. There's no way I could look at them any differently. It's totally platonic.
And then I met Derek. I was chilling with Lauren Fairweather and he stopped by to ask her something about Vocalign (the co-ed a capella group on campus). When he mentioned he was arranging an a capella version of 'Don't Stop Believin',' I freaked out and told him it was my favorite song and that I really wanted to try out for Vocalign. We started talking music (making fun of Melica, fangirling (kind of) Phalanx, and sharing community chorus woes) and found out that we had a lot in common. By the time I got back to my dorm, he had friend requested me on facebook.
From there, we talked over facebook, in choir, and when he would stop by my dorm.
Today was one of those 'stop by my dorm' days. Elisabeth is gone at some kind of band competition (what a dork, I know) with the guy who likes her (if they make out in my car, I'm going to castrate them both). So, Derek stopped by to show me a medley he's arranging for Vocalign, and to tell me that auditions are in two weeks. We ended up talking for about half an hour about Harry Potter, music, and facebook/youtube creeping. Then, on his way out, he turned and asked what my schedule was like for this week. I asked him why and he said he was wondering if I'd like to go to dinner with him.
When those words left his mouth, my stomach dropped. I'm pretty sure most of the blood in my face drained, too.
It's not like I wasn't expecting it. That's not it at all. Derek's nice, musically-inclined, and not bad looking. And he's a little obvious. But that's beside the point.
I knew he was going to ask me out eventually.
But it still came as a shock to me.
I said yes.
And here's my dilemma: How do I go on a date with a guy I kind of know when I know my heart's back in California with Matt?
I subconsciously went on boy hiatus when I moved. I didn't mean to. Matt told me not to. He told me to live my life.
I'm just so freakin' in love with him that I can't stop myself!
I feel like I've said this before.
Have I said this before?
God.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Random...?
I REALLY screwed up my pattern, haha. :P
So...what's been going on since September? I'll fill you in in sentence fragments that won't make sense to anyone but those directly involved:
1. Person Profile = meeting Derek = shoo-in for Vocalign next semester!
2. COMING OUT WEEK! :D
3. "She licks me at night."
4. Extreme creepin' = "Come clooooser!"
5. Dressing like dorks two days in a row.
6. Homecoming.
7. Tripping up risers (they'll murder me eventually).
8. SMeyer bashing with Lauren
9. The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy --> OH YEAH.
10. Cosmo..."Kool-Aid Man? Really?"
11. Rock Band amazingness.
12. "You're an asshole."
13. "I don't think it's common practice to cut off little boys' balls anymore."
14. "I lost my ID card in Leffler..." "No, we don't have it." - ONE HOUR LATER. - "Oh, by the way, we have your ID card."
15. Roommate lovin'. :)
Yeah, basically, it's been pretty crazy. Today was the first day I didn't take/need a nap. It was awesome. It was also probably because I actually went to bed before the sunrise. :P
Post questions in the comments and I MIGHT elaborate on all this.
<3 Awkward Sister #5
So...what's been going on since September? I'll fill you in in sentence fragments that won't make sense to anyone but those directly involved:
1. Person Profile = meeting Derek = shoo-in for Vocalign next semester!
2. COMING OUT WEEK! :D
3. "She licks me at night."
4. Extreme creepin' = "Come clooooser!"
5. Dressing like dorks two days in a row.
6. Homecoming.
7. Tripping up risers (they'll murder me eventually).
8. SMeyer bashing with Lauren
9. The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy --> OH YEAH.
10. Cosmo..."Kool-Aid Man? Really?"
11. Rock Band amazingness.
12. "You're an asshole."
13. "I don't think it's common practice to cut off little boys' balls anymore."
14. "I lost my ID card in Leffler..." "No, we don't have it." - ONE HOUR LATER. - "Oh, by the way, we have your ID card."
15. Roommate lovin'. :)
Yeah, basically, it's been pretty crazy. Today was the first day I didn't take/need a nap. It was awesome. It was also probably because I actually went to bed before the sunrise. :P
Post questions in the comments and I MIGHT elaborate on all this.
<3 Awkward Sister #5
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