...to the dark side. I'm changing my website to Blogspot because it seems like I'll have more say over the overall look and feel of the page and all the cool kids are doing it.

You can find me at www.slrdspeech.blogspot.com

Lee, the peace maker - sort of like Mentos, the fresh maker only with better packaging. Lee is the cute, yet dorky designer boy in studio who I think is cute despite the fact that I have a personal rule against liking fellows in class but if I WAS to like anyone right now it would have to be him because he's about the opposite of everything I am ( Read more... )

Gahh!

EVERYONE! Take NOTHING I say seriously! Unless I'm crying. Or I tell you to take me seriously.

Otherwise what I say has NO CHANCE of being funny.

The End.

For those of you unaware, I have what might be referred to as a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, small, little bladder. I have spent a disporportionate amount of my life on the toilet, "making water" (and using up precious natural resources in the form of toilet paper ( Read more... )

"Okay, so this is the plan. We're recently engaged but I haven't met your parents yet and I want to make a good impression. We need to find someone on commission and hint that there is a wedding coming up where we'll need to rent tuxes and maybe he'll give us a discount on the suit today ( Read more... )

Leaving class today, Eric pushed me. I'm sure you can see clearly now why the man is an idiot. I stumble a few steps because I'm not exactly the most graceful of people.

"Why did you do that?"

"It just seemed like the right thing to do."

So I pushed him into the wall.

Jaymie: "You're goofy."
Dad: "Well, if I'm Goofy, that makes you Donald Duck."
Jaymie: "No... If you're Goofy that make me Max because Max is Goofy's son." (Yes, my family watches a LOT of cartoons)
Dad: "Well, in that case, you know what that makes your mother?"
Jaymie: "No. What?"
Dad: "Fucking Goofy."

It's a proud moment for the family.

Yesterday, Eric and I were walking to the ATM so he could give me money because the crazy. jaded bastards of digital design allowed me to become their Capstone "Accountant". By accountant they really mean fancy word for the chick whose putting all of Capstone's cash into a checking account in her name. If I chose to leave the country and take their ( Read more... )

And let me tell you why ( Read more... )

We're going to Chicago, we're going to the fair, to visit IKEA, and get drunk with da Bears!

And you aren't invited.

So there.