putters.

went mini golfing with michelle, jennie, and emily. =)
it was definitely a game of miniature businesses.

no putting putters in whales...but only in witch nostrils.

hahaha quality.

this is getting ridiculous.

mary wash said they would post up roommate assignments on july 9th.

then on july 8th, that got changed to "after july 10th"

then on july 10th, the website changed to say "we anticipate them being posted late on july 11th, sorry for the delay!"

i think that july 11th at 11:37pm qualifies as "late on july 11th", do you not?

but alas, nothing has been posted.

in even sadder news, they did say that only 42% of people that requested the residence hall that i requested actually got in. wonderful.

in addition, many people were "temporarily" stuck into triples and may or may not have the option of moving into a double as rooms become (or do not become) available.

in sadder sad news, i did nothing today but watch basically the entire season of top chef.

which is okay, because the rest of this past week has been utterly and completely fabbity fab fab!

...and in even saddest news, i went through my buddy list and deleted people that i dont talk to anymore, and i am now left with 28 buddies.

9 of which are my cousin kevin...stupid boob

and 5 of which are there for (very very important) stalking purposes.




sacre bloody bleu and triple merde.

i hate waiting.

"i'm figuring out what i need to do to get my music heard and have an outlet for all the songs i have in my head. lately i feel my music screaming to jump out of my skin. i have spent plenty of time flourishing my art without business. but i feel blessed that i live in a time where i can get really good and give myself to something i feel passionate about. making music is a necessity, an urge that needs to be released. i know that the need to make music and 'get it out there' is physical and you will find your needle in the haystack...its a long way to tipperary."
-mr. pierce :)

balls.

so today i was told by an old friend that my balls are a bit rounder. a certain ball got wet and we had to leave it out to dry. we also had the experience of headbanging and chesting balls. but my frisbee skills are much better.

in other news, my assigned slot to register for classes is between 7/19 at 8am and 7/20 at 5pm. which sucks. i hope i remember.

only two more days until i get my stitches out. i just wish i could play my fluuuute again. it was so different sitting down in the actual church today instead of being up in the choir loft. werd.

omgggggggyo the followup.

dude. effingggg awesome. this has to have been the best one of them all. the hilariousness started all the way back when gangz called me to see what time we should even go. it was just the most awkward phone call i've ever had. hahahahaha then in the car typing 36896 instead of 366. then we get there and sit in two chairs. then its silence and all you hear is "he got arrested ... so drunk ..." then the song about a group of monkeys. so inspring. then the guy squatting down. almost sitting on her lap. but instead he decided to knock the sugar over and switch coffee cups with another dude. "i think that ones yours..." then this guy looked familiar. then michael korb loved my shirt and i'm awesome and i rock. and i love him. then there was a cockroach crawling across the floor. then i thought i would have to get in a car and drive somewhere with someone and they took down a sign but then i was just a lard. and then i couldnt stop laughing the whole time and my face hurt like crazy and i thought i had dry socket so gangz said "open up, i'll look and see if it's red." the end.