ain't that a whoopin'

Well, I just sat here and wrote good, long post. I went to post it, and it gives me some bull crap about an error occurring. Freaker. Part of it was about how I'm not really in a good mood. Now I'm really not because Blogger has to screw me over. So much for that post. To heck if I'm going to go back and post it again.

easy, breezy, beautiful

I would just like to wish everyone a very happy holiday! Advice for Holly: You owe someone a shout out. Say, "I love you, grey sweatpants."

Yeah, so I'm not eating lunch with Holly and Ashley 'cause I ate some waffle fries while RhinoMo ate his chicken. [insert universal sign for chicken here] I should be reading Tall Tales from the Mekong Delta for creative writing 'cause I really don't like having to wing quizzes and not being able to discuss the story in class, but I'm in such a bloggin'-and-listenin'-to-John-and-complainin'-'bout-my-headache kinda mood. I took some rip-off Excedrin Migraine last night and that helped, but I have such a low drug tolerance, that stuff had me not knowing who I am or where I was at. I should probably just calm the eff down.

I'm such a fabulous person, making the world a John Mayer place one person at a time. I just burned Ashley a little CD reppin' all the aspects of our boy: Inside Wants Out, Room For Squares, Heavier Things, and bootleg tracks recorded from shows. It doesn't get much better. If only I could've fit both Love Soon and Sucker on that CD, but I didn't put either one. You can't put one without the other. That's just how it works. Love Soon then Sucker. The one-two punch. And I didn't get to put the triad on there either. But she did get Why Did You Mess With Forever. The best angstful break-up song ever. "You ask to kiss me once goodbye, but you already did on somebody else's lips." You just can't top that. Try me. I'm THE John Mayer Connoisseur. [Thank you dictionary.com. I could've never spelled connoisseur without you.]

Mmkay, I'm gonna go. Gotta read. But I think our boys [Or just our boy. RhinoMo's in love and suddenly too good for us. Kiddin', kiddin'.] are coming over t'night, so I'm sure I'll have some great stories to tell later.

did you know snoopy is a bengal?

Okay, so me, Holly, and Val are sitting in Winslow talking about Heart and "These Dreams." Well, Val loves the '80s, so the following conversation ensues:

Val: I wanna meet the Bengals.
Holly: Val, it's the Bangles. Bengals are puppy dogs.
Me: No, beagles are puppy dogs. The Bengals are the Cincinnati football team. [a few seconds pass] Did you know Snoopy is a Bengal?

Yeah, so I got confused, and we all laughed so hard that I couldn't finish explaining that I don't understand why Snoopy is a beagle 'cause he doesn't look like one. Good grief.

So we had productive Wednesday today. It was about time. John finally got clear water. I keep having dreams that he dies, but he always comes back to life. Last night all we had to do was change his water, and he resurrected from the dead. Anyway, he about died today when Holly decided to drain all the water out of his cup before she put him in his bowl. Poor puppy. Anyway, as far as productivity goes, we did some cool stuff. We went to WalMart, picked up my film (Thank you RhinoMo, for the freaking picture of Ryan Dishwasher. *sigh*), and bought fifteen feet of mounting tape (which will last us about two days), six feet of Velcro that don't mess, and some really cute frames. We also got a couple more frames at the DG. So now we have a really cute display of six pictures on our jaunty-out thing, another cute four-picture frame with three pictures in it thus far, and a sink skirt that ain't goin' nowhere. It's a good day.

But you know what would make it better? The fellas. Where they at? Dale's supposed to be down here somewhere, and I haven't heard from him. And I haven't seen hide nor hair of Justin and Ryan in twenty-four hours. My world is falling apart.

my night was like whoa

For one, I just sat here and did some ridiculously ambitious stuff. I was suppose to come up with 7-10 sources for my research paper, but Captain Research here gathered something like fifteen. Yeah, I'm amazing. Then, I made my bed that I haven't made since non-productive Wednesday, picked the lint out of my hair-dryer, prepared my satchel, put clothes in their respective places (ie, the hamper, the closet), organized my books under my bed, and jotted some things down in my trusty MSU planner--all while maintaining a tolerance for listening to Rich Girls, or whatever it's called, on MTV. I just didn't feel like putting the energy in changing the channel. Some things you just can't explain.

Now for the real highlight of the evening. Okay, me, Holly, and Val were going to get some food at Wendy's, but Holly needed cash. So we went by WalMart, but since she was just running in for a second, we audaciously (sexy lil audacious vixen) parked in a handicap spot right by the door. Me and Val were all chillin' when we hear some angry male voices. We look up at the door to see a couple guys standing around, lookin' all scary. We thought they were fighting. Then one of them pulled some shiny "windshield-wipery looking thing" out of his hoodie pocket and laid it down on top of a trash can. Another older-looking guy shoved him up against the wall and pulled a walkie-talkie out of his hip pocket. (It was a lot more fun when I thought it was a gun.) In like half a second, some other guy comes out, whispering into his hidden collar mic (like the one I have for MR), and helps escort this little thief back into the store. All of his buddies just kinda looked at each other and left. That's when Holly came back. I swear, she wasn't in the store for more than three minutes and she missed everything. We could've seen the getaway car a little bit better if the Shuttle in the big SUV hadn't run us over.

On our way to Wendy's, Ashley calls me to tell me she saw RhinoMo right after we blew out of the dorm circle. She said he wanted me to call him. Dude, I need your number before I can call you. But at Wendy's Val found a shell of a fry filled with oil. About the weirdest thing I've seen in a while. It's displayed in a zip-lock bag on our corkboard. Come see it.

Mmkay, I don't think anything else has happened that's been blogworthy, but then again, I think everything is blogworthy. That means it's been very uneventful around here. I should do something about that. Maybe I'll go TP Valesqueza's door.

ba-dumpa-dumpa-chh

Yeah, that's Chopek doing his drum thing in the AGT intro to 3x5. No, not an index card. Question of the day: Where are the tiquetas? 'Cause they aren't here. And it's T-minus nine days 'til Juan.

Whoa, let's just say Lloyd invaded the airwaves. What more can I really say?

Ah! TIQUETAS! They're here. Woofreakinghoo! Give me a minute to get my heart back to beating...

Whew. Okay.

I'm so excited for Lauren. We went down there to show them the tickets, and she's got a new guitar. She cracks me up with all the random instruments she buys. Like that one time we went to Goodwill and she bought the $4 clarinet. Anyway, she let me play her guitar a little bit. I love the sound of an acoustic. Christmas can't get here fast enough now. Dad's getting me a Washburn, I think. For some reason, I have this thinking that if I have an acoustic, maybe I'll play more. I don't know. I'm just not feeling my electric guitar. I mean, it's my first guitar, so I have to love it, right? And I do, I just want an acoustic. But don't tell Justin. He might steal my electric from me.

So earlier I was all mad that the internet was down because I couldn't blog, but now I really don't have a whole lot to say. But hey, check out the altered lay-out of my page. I had a little time this afternoon, so I tinkered around with my template. So now my text window isn't just two inches wide. It was a little hard to read the other way, so I widened it. That's right. I put my readers' interests first. The sad part is that I probably read my own blog more than other people do. You know. 'Cause I have to check and see what's going on in my life.