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Khaki and I went to a bangin' party on Friday. It was a slutty skirts, silly sweaters party. We really had a lot of fun. I was talking to a guy for while, and introduced myself. He was like "Um... I've hit on you like, a lot of times." I was very shocked and a little confused. So much for my super-awesome memory skillz.
We ended up crashing at Madara, Guy and Ben's house. Saint Ben drove us home when we woke up, because he is just that kind of awesome.
When we got home, we made mashed potatoes, and an absurd quantity of bacon. We then went back to sleep until 5pm, and then went to the store and bought brownie mix and rocky road ice cream. We then made the brownies, and ate them all warm and delicious with the rocky road ice cream. There is an embarrassing portion of those brownies not in the pan today. Whoops.
Today, I worked and my parents showed up at Shell's house and we all had dinner together. This may not fly for most families, but I love the fact that my family can have in depth conversations about our feces. Seriously, the poop talk makes me redonkulously happy.
Now Khaki and I are at the library, where she is writing a paper, and I am "studying"** We keep laughing lots and having far too much fun. Even though exams are so very near, I'm having fun. It's a nice feeling.
I have to pee. And sneeze. This could be dangerous.
**studying in this context expands its definition to mean "chatting on iChat, stalking on facebook, and writing LJ entries."
EDIT:
I laughed. I cried. I'm sharing.
We ended up crashing at Madara, Guy and Ben's house. Saint Ben drove us home when we woke up, because he is just that kind of awesome.
When we got home, we made mashed potatoes, and an absurd quantity of bacon. We then went back to sleep until 5pm, and then went to the store and bought brownie mix and rocky road ice cream. We then made the brownies, and ate them all warm and delicious with the rocky road ice cream. There is an embarrassing portion of those brownies not in the pan today. Whoops.
Today, I worked and my parents showed up at Shell's house and we all had dinner together. This may not fly for most families, but I love the fact that my family can have in depth conversations about our feces. Seriously, the poop talk makes me redonkulously happy.
Now Khaki and I are at the library, where she is writing a paper, and I am "studying"** We keep laughing lots and having far too much fun. Even though exams are so very near, I'm having fun. It's a nice feeling.
I have to pee. And sneeze. This could be dangerous.
**studying in this context expands its definition to mean "chatting on iChat, stalking on facebook, and writing LJ entries."
EDIT:
I laughed. I cried. I'm sharing.
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