Baby Mice
How can a random generator create something so spiffy? I actually like that. Of course, I had to press the button several times because the first few didn't make sense. Oh well.
As I didn't get a response from anyone about staying overnight, I guess I'm not coming up this week. I don't have a day off until sometime next week, so there's no way I can come up and have a decent amount of time to hang out. I do need to get up there before school's out though because my dress is in the ceiling of the first floor lounge. Fun stuff, eh?
I'm learning what it's like to be poor. I'm hungry. The only consumable in my house is two bottles of smirinoff ice, which won't exactly make me less hungry. Thus, I think I'm going to trapse over to Aaron's place and make myself spam and eggs. Yes, folks, this is what I've been reduced to. Pity me.
As a side note, I have no idea where that smirinoff ice came from. I didn't buy it obviously, and I don't recall anyone drinking it at the party on Thursday, so God only knows. Maybe there's an alcohol fairy. I'm going to have to figure out what to put under my pillow in order to get whiskey.
On that note, it's time to feed myself. Someone from Beloit should call me randomly. It would make you cool. People would like you. Seriously. Do it. I believe Rehab has my number. I know Sarah Warren does. I need you, I'm lonely.
End of rant song quote: engage.
"The world gets in your way."
(By the by, I have internet at my house now. Also, bonus points to people who get the title reference.)