Omfg, we *totally* have facebook at stolaf now! jkl;afdjnks;nvc.,mafdkj;l!!! I can tell I'm going to be a total friendwhore already. Moo-ha-ha-ha!

RANDOM HAX0R!!11

You Belong in 1963

1963

If you scored ( Read more... )

I am sick. Bah.

On the plus side, I can do a killer 'Satine' impression from 'Moulin Rouge.'

SATINE: "Oh Christian..::hackcoughcoughcoughgaghack::...tell our story Christian...::hackcoughcoughgagchokegasphackDIES::...

CHRISTIAN: "...damn..."

So, yeah. I haven't updated in forever. Why? I do not know. However, I have been doing exciting things. Such as (drumroll, please)...STEALING A FLYING PIG!!! Oh, that's right. I have stolen a flying pig from our commons, and it is currently enthroned in a place of honor (namely, my ceiling). 'Twas a long and arduous...okay, not really. It ( Read more... )

So, last night while minding my own business and actually attempting to do my reading (for a change), I notice an odd sound coming from the ceiling? "What could it be?" I ask myself. Mice? Rats? Leaky pipes? However, as I listened it became clear that the sound was, in fact, bedsprings creaking rhythmically. How charming. Sadly for the ( Read more... )

Chelsea, have you seen "8 Women?" OMG, that movie is so awesome (and french!), we have to watch it! I just saw it last night - huzzah for bright fifties dresses and random musical numbers and catfights, lol. We should have a french movie fest the next time we're together - we could watch 'Amelie' and 'L'auberge espagnole' and '8 Women' and... ( Read more... )

Okay, I've HAD IT! I am so fucking sick of people stealing my stuff and rearranging my clothes and doing whatever the FUCK they want in my room!!!! I don't know how I can make myself any clearer: STOP IT!! STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!! I know you think my reactions are 'funny' but guess what: I DON'T find it fucking funny AT ALL when I have to ( Read more... )

Sigrid Johnson and the entire St. Olaf music department can FUCK OFF DIRECTLY ( Read more... )

Q: What is more embarrassing than responding to a greeting only to realize that the greeting was, in fact, intended for the person behind you ( Read more... )