sara and i just "YAY!"-ed
things i haven't done yet and it's 11:13pm: edited my column for critique tomorrow, or written a new column to pass in tomorrow. GREAAAAAAAAT!
things i have done today:
-filled out a survey on myspace cuz i'm a loser
-3 writing exercises with sara in an attempt to get the creative juices flowing. neither of us is swimming in the juice but at least it was good laughs
-used britney's sidekick at work
-took out the trash at work and at home
-cursed myself for having a schoolgirl "crush" on a certain boy from the dot. it's really lame, i know, but who cares really?
-hit myself in the head just now as i admitted to updating this
-gave sara props for doing something school-related..schoooooool...make it enddddddddddddddddd!
BRRR! It's cold. I can't stop listening to Jay-Z. On St. Patrick's day I wasn't talking with Irish men. I was dancing with a black guy with dreads who was lovin the Sean-a Paul! Last night involved the Kells but instead of old Hispanic men all up on my ass, there were tons of white guys. Why do they all wear the same shirts? I was reminded that they just can NOT dance! It got really bad. Sara and I were white dude bashing. Pants even restated "White guys can't dance!" Pants and I were up till 4:30am chit-chatting the night away. It was excellent. I love good talks!
things i have done today:
-filled out a survey on myspace cuz i'm a loser
-3 writing exercises with sara in an attempt to get the creative juices flowing. neither of us is swimming in the juice but at least it was good laughs
-used britney's sidekick at work
-took out the trash at work and at home
-cursed myself for having a schoolgirl "crush" on a certain boy from the dot. it's really lame, i know, but who cares really?
-hit myself in the head just now as i admitted to updating this
-gave sara props for doing something school-related..schoooooool...make it enddddddddddddddddd!
BRRR! It's cold. I can't stop listening to Jay-Z. On St. Patrick's day I wasn't talking with Irish men. I was dancing with a black guy with dreads who was lovin the Sean-a Paul! Last night involved the Kells but instead of old Hispanic men all up on my ass, there were tons of white guys. Why do they all wear the same shirts? I was reminded that they just can NOT dance! It got really bad. Sara and I were white dude bashing. Pants even restated "White guys can't dance!" Pants and I were up till 4:30am chit-chatting the night away. It was excellent. I love good talks!