Paid my dues, in the mood... me and the girls gonna shake the room.
Okay, lotsa shit goin' down right now. I accepted the job (not the "blow" kind) at J.Crew, which is so weird because I was such a huge J.Crew fan at the time... still am. So, the majority of my summer will be spent in Boston. Tristan got written up last night which was a little upsetting but we had a sweet ass time... I was very stoned and creating wonderful lyrics to songs about my friend Sarah. Tristan and I also did some Spartan cheers which Phil caught on video thank Jesus... including the famous "Who's that Spartan in my tee-pee?" It was a damn good sight, let me just tell you. Monica drunk called me the other night and had Ryan Major leave a "massage" on my phone in which he continuously told me to "come back." I think he was referring to Monica's apartamento, but who knows? He could have been speaking about Jamaica. I told Liz Billy the other day that the book she was reading about why she was destroying her chances at love was crazy. She got really upset. Whoops. Carly is in love with Patricia Flynn-a-lynn as usual. Kerr Hall went boom boom like Becca (who is apprently like, this "big woman") the other day. Jari Jari Binks and I did well at our Ballroom Dancing Composition, I mean Competition. I learned a new dance today, and it wasn't called the fax machine. Darren sent me a message over myspace entitled "Hi pookie HAHA." What the shit? Sarah Gluck tried to perform telekinesis last night; Tristan broke the spoon and told her that she wasn't a Pokemon. I still have Stephen Hughes' Philosophy book. Oh crap.
And THAT, bitches and hoes... is what's up.
And THAT, bitches and hoes... is what's up.