Were amplifyed adrenaline.
Recently i havent been able to fall asleep at nite. At first i suspected it was my vulnerability to caffienated soda, and my overabundant consuming of mountain dew code red, but now im beginning to think its not at fault afterall.
Anyway, Into the EneMAY has been fly(eagle fly!)ing by.
A. Im a server at unos. Im working 30-40 hours a week and a i like it a lot. Apparently after my shift i smell like a parrot, but thats fine.
B. Jana magana left for europe and she will be missed greatly every day of the 22 shes overseas. I said my goodbyes with petric, shayna, kelly granger, and the 555 deal.
C. I finished my spring semester with happy grades.
Looking at my choice of bullets (ABC) makes me oddly reminiscent of that jackson five song that constantly blares on repeat from blairs 301 ward neighbors.
Yesterday i wore a green skirt with big dots on it. It was my arrival day, so pete, mull, palmer, and i all went to blairs and made smoothies via the magic bullet, which is just another excessive appliance/item the borishs own. Much like the salad spinner (which is a must have in order to dry lettuce) and the extreme kitchen scissors ("i love how they have to own an everyday device and take it to the next level"). Pete played pokemon snap but soon tired of that game due to being so good at it that there was no challenge involved, palmer and mull went on a superfresh shopping spree (bringing back such gems as assorted plastic prizes and sugar cake decorations), and blair and i canoodled on a pleather couch.
Then we watched home video footage of the palmers family cat and like 9 christmases.
I fell asleep in an engineers hand and missed the american idiot rendition that always seems to transpire when i pass out. I woke up today at 7am and mary wood was in the kitchen eating oreos and milk. I picked up pete and we stayed in bed until 2 in the afternoon. After showers, he let me dry his body with a hair dryer, high setting.
Elvis Costello and billie joe armstong in TWO days. Im hellahella stoaked. Were dressing all kinds of rock n roll classy. And of course, red shoes.
Ive pretty much given up on Self_Titled issue 5.
In other news, wretsky and i began devising on a new novel. We started out with character/band profiles, but after concluding that it was too much work, were just gonna dive rite in. Looking back on all our other novelness was crazyhilarious and made my sides hurt.
"She fed me all that junk food."
"Junk food? They were snacks before."
xo becky.
Anyway, Into the EneMAY has been fly(eagle fly!)ing by.
A. Im a server at unos. Im working 30-40 hours a week and a i like it a lot. Apparently after my shift i smell like a parrot, but thats fine.
B. Jana magana left for europe and she will be missed greatly every day of the 22 shes overseas. I said my goodbyes with petric, shayna, kelly granger, and the 555 deal.
C. I finished my spring semester with happy grades.
Looking at my choice of bullets (ABC) makes me oddly reminiscent of that jackson five song that constantly blares on repeat from blairs 301 ward neighbors.
Yesterday i wore a green skirt with big dots on it. It was my arrival day, so pete, mull, palmer, and i all went to blairs and made smoothies via the magic bullet, which is just another excessive appliance/item the borishs own. Much like the salad spinner (which is a must have in order to dry lettuce) and the extreme kitchen scissors ("i love how they have to own an everyday device and take it to the next level"). Pete played pokemon snap but soon tired of that game due to being so good at it that there was no challenge involved, palmer and mull went on a superfresh shopping spree (bringing back such gems as assorted plastic prizes and sugar cake decorations), and blair and i canoodled on a pleather couch.
Then we watched home video footage of the palmers family cat and like 9 christmases.
I fell asleep in an engineers hand and missed the american idiot rendition that always seems to transpire when i pass out. I woke up today at 7am and mary wood was in the kitchen eating oreos and milk. I picked up pete and we stayed in bed until 2 in the afternoon. After showers, he let me dry his body with a hair dryer, high setting.
Elvis Costello and billie joe armstong in TWO days. Im hellahella stoaked. Were dressing all kinds of rock n roll classy. And of course, red shoes.
Ive pretty much given up on Self_Titled issue 5.
In other news, wretsky and i began devising on a new novel. We started out with character/band profiles, but after concluding that it was too much work, were just gonna dive rite in. Looking back on all our other novelness was crazyhilarious and made my sides hurt.
"She fed me all that junk food."
"Junk food? They were snacks before."
xo becky.