So... the week in review
Well, let me start off the even by saying this: OMGWTFPOLARBEARSLOSTBRAINMELTYBLAAAAAG!!!
Followed shortly thereafter by this: ROAAAAAAAARBATTLESTARGURGLESLURPWHOOSH.
Now then...
So, took mom to St. Louis to see Jimmy Buffett last Thursday. Was effing fantastic, of course. We've decided that we need to go to at least one a year from now on. The parking lot was filled with crazies and free anything that says Margaritaville on it (chips, salsa, shrimps, drinks...). We got a couple of (nine freaking dollar) beers and headed up to make a little nest on the grass with all the other crazies. It was a fun-time party all night! The show was great, Jimmy was kick ass (duh) and we all love Mr. Utley (go go Arkansas!). He played Cheeseburger In Paradise, because, well, how could you not? But while he played it on stage, the big screens were playing the video of him playing "AIDS-burger in Paradise" on South Park. It ruled my face. Several encores, finally ending with a cover of The Bob Dylan's "Rainy Day Woman" (everybody must get stoned for those of you living under rocks). I demand a cheeseburger hat. Never in my life have I felt out of place because I did not have a cheeseburger on my head.
So that was freaking sweet. Now I'm home. Graduation is Saturday. I'm totally freaking out because, uh... now what? If anyone knows of a job in writing/editing/publishing/proofreading/something like that please please please let me know.
Am somewhat ill at the moment. It blows. I'm gonna play with chinchillas now, though. Woo.
Followed shortly thereafter by this: ROAAAAAAAARBATTLESTARGURGLESLURPWHOOSH.
Now then...
So, took mom to St. Louis to see Jimmy Buffett last Thursday. Was effing fantastic, of course. We've decided that we need to go to at least one a year from now on. The parking lot was filled with crazies and free anything that says Margaritaville on it (chips, salsa, shrimps, drinks...). We got a couple of (nine freaking dollar) beers and headed up to make a little nest on the grass with all the other crazies. It was a fun-time party all night! The show was great, Jimmy was kick ass (duh) and we all love Mr. Utley (go go Arkansas!). He played Cheeseburger In Paradise, because, well, how could you not? But while he played it on stage, the big screens were playing the video of him playing "AIDS-burger in Paradise" on South Park. It ruled my face. Several encores, finally ending with a cover of The Bob Dylan's "Rainy Day Woman" (everybody must get stoned for those of you living under rocks). I demand a cheeseburger hat. Never in my life have I felt out of place because I did not have a cheeseburger on my head.
So that was freaking sweet. Now I'm home. Graduation is Saturday. I'm totally freaking out because, uh... now what? If anyone knows of a job in writing/editing/publishing/proofreading/something like that please please please let me know.
Am somewhat ill at the moment. It blows. I'm gonna play with chinchillas now, though. Woo.