Mmmm... Delicious, mouth-watering peanut butter fudge... why must you disappear with such rapidity? Damn thee.
My legs itch. Damn leg warmers. Should be called leg...itch...ers.
So I went to the dentist last Wednesday, and ever since then I have felt better about my teeth. But only slightly better. They are so strange. Sometimes it seems to make no sense.
The +44 concert/visit to Nasty 'Nati was quite nice. I enjoy Cincinnati. I think I like it better than other large cities in Ohio. And Joel has a very nice house and a very sweet doggy. My house isn't that great, and my dog barks loudly at everyone, including me when I get hair cuts and look like a stranger. The subsequent stay in Columbus was also pleasant, as always.
Maurice the hamster nearly died when Tom mistook her exercise ball for a purple kick ball (there are random two kick balls/dodge balls that reside in the Dan/Tom/Mitch/Damein/Josh household), and stepped on top of the exercise ball WITH Maurice inside. Luckily, no one was harmed, and we purchased a shiny new green exercise ball for her two nights later. Green is better than purple, anyway.
I believe that Yoshi and I are getting better at Mario Tennis.
The weekend was nice. I worked seven hours Saturday night, and even though I had a throbbing headache and was slightly depressed to be back in the habit of answering the phone and taking pizza orders for numbskulls, it was not a completely bleak evening because, for one brief evening, I was popular!!! Everyone asked me how I was doing, asked about college, asked about Athens, asked about boyfriend, asked about ugly hickey on my neck, etc. I received lots of hugs, and I believe it is the general consensus that I am, indeed, cool AND wanted at Baker's Pizza Sports Shack.
Shannon came home Saturday, so that was happy. Sunday morning we went to church together with grandma, and afterwards we had a lovely brunch at Bob Evans, despite their lack of spinach and abundance of bitchy waitresses. Most of the conversation centered around birth control, oddly enough. Oh, dear! The things we DO discuss! We simply MUST start being more appropriate...
Afterwards, we just chillaxed at G-ma's hizzouse. Eventually we left and went Christmas shopping. I won't tell you where, because even I feel bad about going to _______ for everything I ever need/constantly giving in to the evil, mongrelish, capitalistic destroyer of everything that is pure and good and best for America, but alas, when you're stuck in the BFE of shopping towns (aka Bucyrus, Ohio), what are you to do? Please appreciate my tastes and efforts, and realize that my gift-picking is extraordinarily exquisite. I have a good reputation.
I took naps Sunday. I ate my mom's homemade macaroni and cheese and went to bed shortly after watching City of Angels with my mumsy. T'was nice. I have been sleeping a lot. Lots and lots and lots. I deserve it. I deserve sleep that is not accompanied by chronic neck pain and the unwanted sounds of Neil Young next door. (Note: I like Neil Young, but I do not like my dorm neighbors playing the same song on repeat for four straight hours every night.)
Oh yeah, and my grades came in last week... I GOT STRAIGHT A'S, BITCHES!!!
I suppose that's all for now. I need to upload some cool photos I've taken recently.
My legs itch. Damn leg warmers. Should be called leg...itch...ers.
So I went to the dentist last Wednesday, and ever since then I have felt better about my teeth. But only slightly better. They are so strange. Sometimes it seems to make no sense.
The +44 concert/visit to Nasty 'Nati was quite nice. I enjoy Cincinnati. I think I like it better than other large cities in Ohio. And Joel has a very nice house and a very sweet doggy. My house isn't that great, and my dog barks loudly at everyone, including me when I get hair cuts and look like a stranger. The subsequent stay in Columbus was also pleasant, as always.
Maurice the hamster nearly died when Tom mistook her exercise ball for a purple kick ball (there are random two kick balls/dodge balls that reside in the Dan/Tom/Mitch/Damein/Josh household), and stepped on top of the exercise ball WITH Maurice inside. Luckily, no one was harmed, and we purchased a shiny new green exercise ball for her two nights later. Green is better than purple, anyway.
I believe that Yoshi and I are getting better at Mario Tennis.
The weekend was nice. I worked seven hours Saturday night, and even though I had a throbbing headache and was slightly depressed to be back in the habit of answering the phone and taking pizza orders for numbskulls, it was not a completely bleak evening because, for one brief evening, I was popular!!! Everyone asked me how I was doing, asked about college, asked about Athens, asked about boyfriend, asked about ugly hickey on my neck, etc. I received lots of hugs, and I believe it is the general consensus that I am, indeed, cool AND wanted at Baker's Pizza Sports Shack.
Shannon came home Saturday, so that was happy. Sunday morning we went to church together with grandma, and afterwards we had a lovely brunch at Bob Evans, despite their lack of spinach and abundance of bitchy waitresses. Most of the conversation centered around birth control, oddly enough. Oh, dear! The things we DO discuss! We simply MUST start being more appropriate...
Afterwards, we just chillaxed at G-ma's hizzouse. Eventually we left and went Christmas shopping. I won't tell you where, because even I feel bad about going to _______ for everything I ever need/constantly giving in to the evil, mongrelish, capitalistic destroyer of everything that is pure and good and best for America, but alas, when you're stuck in the BFE of shopping towns (aka Bucyrus, Ohio), what are you to do? Please appreciate my tastes and efforts, and realize that my gift-picking is extraordinarily exquisite. I have a good reputation.
I took naps Sunday. I ate my mom's homemade macaroni and cheese and went to bed shortly after watching City of Angels with my mumsy. T'was nice. I have been sleeping a lot. Lots and lots and lots. I deserve it. I deserve sleep that is not accompanied by chronic neck pain and the unwanted sounds of Neil Young next door. (Note: I like Neil Young, but I do not like my dorm neighbors playing the same song on repeat for four straight hours every night.)
Oh yeah, and my grades came in last week... I GOT STRAIGHT A'S, BITCHES!!!
I suppose that's all for now. I need to upload some cool photos I've taken recently.
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