word of the evening: "mount"
So I'm sitting in Karly's room, and she asks me if I want a lovely beverarge. I choose to acquiesce to her request. (That means yes!) And she brought me back an ice cold root beer, and all was laid to refreshination. The end!
Yeah, I have absolutely nothing interesting for you. I just figured I'd post because I hadn't this week. Maybe you'd prefer the list format?
-- What I plan to do on my summer vacation: this is all up in the air right now. I haven't heard a darn thing from the WDS about an internship, and I've all but given up hope at this point, so it looks like summer at the DLR for right now. I put in for summer housing today, I requested all bachelor pads. I don't even care where I end up really; if I've got my own place this summer, then I've got it made.
-- Hey, my bank account has money again! Insert "yaaay" here!
-- I listened to the Blue album by Weezer on the way to work today. God I love that record, it's like you don't listen to it for a long time and then you pull it out of your CD binder on a whim and it's like you're instantly transported back to junior high, hanging on every word and every "I don't care 'bout that!" (Buddy Holly) or "woo-ooh-ooh-woo-ooh!" (Undone/the Sweater Song) or "a heart-bee-eeeat!" (Holiday).
-- We went to Denny's after work tonight, and I ordered a delicious milkshake because I saw one on the table next to us and I realized it had been a while. So I get about 2/3 of the way through said milkshake and I feel this weird kind of tendony thing in my mouth. I'm pretty sure that this is not an ingredient of a milkshake, so I kinda spit it out onto my plate of french fries. It was a pinkish color, and looked like a small piece of raw chicken. Henceforth I will not be ordering the milkshake at Denny's. (Karly said her milkshake was okay though, so your mileage may vary.)
-- Did you happen to notice I just talked about what I did before work, and what I did after work, without actually talking about what happened during work? Yeah. I'm keeping it that way.
-- Speaking of which: "YEEEAAAAH! OOOOKAAAAY!" -- Lil' Jon
-- Oh, and: "AAAAAAAALRIGHT YA BASTARDS!" -- Dave King
-- The pretty picture in the background of my LJ is the mosaic that's on the wall of my room. See how many fun things you can pick out!
-- TOT: only six more fweakin' days.
Okay, that's all.... goo bah! I love you like fat kid love cake!
Yeah, I have absolutely nothing interesting for you. I just figured I'd post because I hadn't this week. Maybe you'd prefer the list format?
-- What I plan to do on my summer vacation: this is all up in the air right now. I haven't heard a darn thing from the WDS about an internship, and I've all but given up hope at this point, so it looks like summer at the DLR for right now. I put in for summer housing today, I requested all bachelor pads. I don't even care where I end up really; if I've got my own place this summer, then I've got it made.
-- Hey, my bank account has money again! Insert "yaaay" here!
-- I listened to the Blue album by Weezer on the way to work today. God I love that record, it's like you don't listen to it for a long time and then you pull it out of your CD binder on a whim and it's like you're instantly transported back to junior high, hanging on every word and every "I don't care 'bout that!" (Buddy Holly) or "woo-ooh-ooh-woo-ooh!" (Undone/the Sweater Song) or "a heart-bee-eeeat!" (Holiday).
-- We went to Denny's after work tonight, and I ordered a delicious milkshake because I saw one on the table next to us and I realized it had been a while. So I get about 2/3 of the way through said milkshake and I feel this weird kind of tendony thing in my mouth. I'm pretty sure that this is not an ingredient of a milkshake, so I kinda spit it out onto my plate of french fries. It was a pinkish color, and looked like a small piece of raw chicken. Henceforth I will not be ordering the milkshake at Denny's. (Karly said her milkshake was okay though, so your mileage may vary.)
-- Did you happen to notice I just talked about what I did before work, and what I did after work, without actually talking about what happened during work? Yeah. I'm keeping it that way.
-- Speaking of which: "YEEEAAAAH! OOOOKAAAAY!" -- Lil' Jon
-- Oh, and: "AAAAAAAALRIGHT YA BASTARDS!" -- Dave King
-- The pretty picture in the background of my LJ is the mosaic that's on the wall of my room. See how many fun things you can pick out!
-- TOT: only six more fweakin' days.
Okay, that's all.... goo bah! I love you like fat kid love cake!