to everyone i was going to visit this weekend - i got called into work.

oh, and to everyone i was going to visit next weekend - i have to work.

argh.

Tommy and I are selling off all of our worldly possessions to buy a sailboat and become pirates.

We're not kidding.

Oh, and Mom and Dad, I'm sure this is the last thing you expected from your two genius children, but hey. It could be worse.

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I love whiskey.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

So everyone keeps asking me if I "learned anything" from my birthday ... and yes. I did.

It's actually possible to be hungover for two days straight.

That, and the correct answer to "Hey! Here's a shot of tequila!" is actually "no, thank you," not "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

That is all.

the boys that live next door are my brother's age.

my NINETEEN YEAR OLD brother's age.

oh my god.

I met the guy that the "get awesome" story is about ...

Unless it's not actually that uncommon for guys to flex during a makeout session.

(Not firsthand knowledge, actually my teammate's ex boyfriend from Philly)

I would have an A in my finance class ... except that the professor made a girl in my group mark me down on the PEER evaluation for being absent, even though I turned everything in early and 100% correct. Is that even allowed?!

Well excuuuuuuse me for being in agonizing pain and having to go to Urgent Care. My bad.

there's no roommate bonding like doing jello shots in the car at 7:30 am, while waiting for the liquor store to open ( Read more... )