I've got your answers, they're on my rib cage
Guess who got into Hotel Sytle? That's right, it's me.
All this is good because I've only been back in res for two nights and I already want to choke myself. I would have died in the sower, except I don't want a foot fungus.
Last week was amazingly both the best week ever and the week from hell. It was the week from hell because of my illness that made it difficult to function in general. This sickness prevented me from doing lots of important things. And made the things I did do much more difficult.
My mom now has it and thinks she has strep throat, but I think she's nuts because she also thinks Cold FX works, when obviously it doesn't. This is obvious, p-to-the-s, because of the cold she currently has despite daily doses of Cold FX.
It was the best week ever because, well it was good and fun. Saturday, after an akward, horrid, smelly flight of death followed by flight of death v2.0, I went out with Dyanna and her peeps to the ballizzle. It was very good, as was Earls aftwerwards. My deathliness though wasn't very good.
Sunday involved me staying in bed all day, except to eat and socialize with the grandparents. Or the G-units as I like to call them. My grandpa also lent me his camera, which is the nicest camera to ever camera. Like, really.
Monday, Kristin and I went to see Pink Panther, which I would recommend renting. Unless you're in univeristy, in which case I would download it and save the five for tuition. It wasn't that bad actually. Although, I'm pretty sure I was laughing alone for most of it. We then proceeded to bowl, Krisitin kicking my ass all but once. I should prolly leave out that she had a busted shoulder. We drove around after my humiliation and then hit up the Fizzorks.
Tuesday was awesomly planned Moxie's $2.99 Marghartia day. Except that I was dead, so I depressed Dyanna more then anything. But then I went home and slept until pretty much Thursday when I hung with Kristin, saw the Chronicles of Narnia and shopped. I love shopping. Friday was more time wasting, hair cut and hanging with Lana.
Saturday was the amazing hamentaschen day and dinner at Liberty Grill with Joy, Corey, Amanda and Dyanna. and Zac. I want to do that day again. Only, I'd take away my death.
But now I'm back. And people are every bit as stupid, if not stupider then I remember them being. Everything is dirtier too. And grosser. But Hotel-style next year! Yay!
ps. I got a car.
All this is good because I've only been back in res for two nights and I already want to choke myself. I would have died in the sower, except I don't want a foot fungus.
Last week was amazingly both the best week ever and the week from hell. It was the week from hell because of my illness that made it difficult to function in general. This sickness prevented me from doing lots of important things. And made the things I did do much more difficult.
My mom now has it and thinks she has strep throat, but I think she's nuts because she also thinks Cold FX works, when obviously it doesn't. This is obvious, p-to-the-s, because of the cold she currently has despite daily doses of Cold FX.
It was the best week ever because, well it was good and fun. Saturday, after an akward, horrid, smelly flight of death followed by flight of death v2.0, I went out with Dyanna and her peeps to the ballizzle. It was very good, as was Earls aftwerwards. My deathliness though wasn't very good.
Sunday involved me staying in bed all day, except to eat and socialize with the grandparents. Or the G-units as I like to call them. My grandpa also lent me his camera, which is the nicest camera to ever camera. Like, really.
Monday, Kristin and I went to see Pink Panther, which I would recommend renting. Unless you're in univeristy, in which case I would download it and save the five for tuition. It wasn't that bad actually. Although, I'm pretty sure I was laughing alone for most of it. We then proceeded to bowl, Krisitin kicking my ass all but once. I should prolly leave out that she had a busted shoulder. We drove around after my humiliation and then hit up the Fizzorks.
Tuesday was awesomly planned Moxie's $2.99 Marghartia day. Except that I was dead, so I depressed Dyanna more then anything. But then I went home and slept until pretty much Thursday when I hung with Kristin, saw the Chronicles of Narnia and shopped. I love shopping. Friday was more time wasting, hair cut and hanging with Lana.
Saturday was the amazing hamentaschen day and dinner at Liberty Grill with Joy, Corey, Amanda and Dyanna. and Zac. I want to do that day again. Only, I'd take away my death.
But now I'm back. And people are every bit as stupid, if not stupider then I remember them being. Everything is dirtier too. And grosser. But Hotel-style next year! Yay!
ps. I got a car.